<?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-9921572</id><updated>2011-12-20T00:38:48.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think, therefore, I am...</title><subtitle type='html'>handsome."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-6332239406313070573</id><published>2010-08-17T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:36:00.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MediCall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm finally employed as a nurse agent. I started last Friday, Aug. 13, 2010. It was a Friday the 13th day for me. No wonder I was kinda gloomy and a bit depressed.  I have 2 weeks of training before I'll be sent to work as an agent. I am still adjusting as I was unemployed for the past 6yrs. of my life and I do mean exactly 6yrs. Wow! Man, time just flies.  I thank a friend who told me to go for it. Moreover, I believe God has led me to this company and I will do my best for Him.  I'd say Amen to that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-6332239406313070573?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6332239406313070573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=6332239406313070573' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/6332239406313070573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/6332239406313070573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2010/08/medicall.html' title='MediCall'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-7353973830339208873</id><published>2009-10-24T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:09:27.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless</title><content type='html'>Need to say more? =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-7353973830339208873?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7353973830339208873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=7353973830339208873' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/7353973830339208873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/7353973830339208873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2009/10/jobless.html' title='Jobless'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-8356792670894909734</id><published>2009-06-25T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:38:00.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMEN!</title><content type='html'>I received a letter moments ago, it states that I am a REGISTERED NURSE of the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GOD IS SO GOOD! TO HIM BE ALL THE GLORY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-8356792670894909734?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8356792670894909734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=8356792670894909734' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/8356792670894909734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/8356792670894909734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2009/06/amen.html' title='AMEN!'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-3356922356600060670</id><published>2009-06-18T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:29:31.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USRN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Natapos na ang exam ko ng NCLEX. Nais kong ibahagi ang aking kakaibang swabeng karanasan ng aking pagsusulit na ito. Sadya namang di ko makakalimutan ito. Kasama ko si Shella na nagtake ng exam. Sa baba pa lang ng building ng Trident Towers sa Makati ay nakapila na ang mga candidates na mag-eexam. Bitbit ang aming mga pasaporte at mga permit animo'y mangingibang bansa na kami. Ramdam ko na ang tensyon at kaba. Pagakyat namin galing sa  elevator ay sinalubong kami ng isang receptionist sa 27th na palapag, pinakuha kami ng numero sa pila para ipakita ang aming mga permit at pasaporte. Pagkatapos kinunan kami ng litrato at biometric ID, binigyan kami ng susi sa aming mga locker para iwan ang aming mga gamit. Pati sing-sing bawal, bawal din ang panyo, buti hindi bawal huminga. Ang tanging bitbit lang namin ay ang aming pasaporte, ang susi ng locker at mga panalangin (pero shempre may damit naman kami di ba?) Nagsimula akong sagutan ang mga praktis na tanong, sa bawat tanong ay pasimula ng aking pagsusulit. Bigla ko na lang napansin na nasa unang tanong na pala ko. Dumaan ang dalawang oras at napalapit na ko sa pang-75 tanong. Pagkatapos ko sagutan ay hindi pa rin tumigil ang kompyuter. Sa isip niya siguro ay di pa sapat ang mga sagot ko para gawing nars ng Amerika. Nakaramdam ako ng panglulumo at panghihina. Sumasakit na ulo ko kakaisip, at naisip ko sa sarili ko na baka hindi pa sapat ang aral na ginawa ko.Baka naging tamad ako at hindi ginawa ang aking tungkulin para sa paghahanda sa NCLEX. Inaasahan kong sa mga susunod na tanong titigil na kong sumagot pero hindi pa rin. May mga tanong na 5 beses tinanong sakin.  Parang nakukulitan na ko pero alam ko hindi ko naitama ung mga naunang tanong kaya halos pareho ulit ung tinatanong sakin. Tama ang sabi ni Ma'am Anaski sa review center, mas kilala kami ng kompyuter kesa sa mga sarili namin, dahil alam ng kompyuter ang mga kahinaan namin. Pag dating ko ng mga 100 mahigit na tanong, hindi ko na binibilang kung pang ilang tanong na ko, bagkus ay binibilang ko na ang oras dahil baka kulangin ako. Di ko na lang namalayan sa tanong bilang 125 o hanggang 128 ay bigla na lang namatay ang kompyuter ko. Nanayo ang bahalibo ko sa katawan at maluha-luha akong nakatitig sa kompyuter. Nang ako'y nawala sa aking pagkatuliro, itinaas ko ang aking kamay at lumapit sakin ang bantay. Sabi niya tapos na ang exam ko at sagutin ko na lang daw ang survey. Pinindot ko lang ng pinindot ang aking daga (mouse) hanggang matapos ang survey at sinamahan ako ng bantay paglabas ng kwarto. Habang ako'y nasa locker at kinukuha ang mga gamit ko ay may nakasabay akong babae, tinanong ko siya kung natapos na niya ang pagsusulit, may kurot ng lungkot sa kanya ng sinabi niyang hindi pa. Natapos ako sa oras ng 7:41 at pagkatapos sa aking gutom ay kumain ako ng hapunan sa Pizza Hut sa may Gil Puyat malapit sa LRT. Hihintayin ko ako resulta ng aking pagsusulit makaraan ng mga 2 linggo o higit pa. Naniniwala ako na anuman ang maging resulta ay tatanggapin ko ng buo sa aking loob. Nagpapasalamat ako sa mga taong nanalangin para sakin at sa Diyos na siyang gumabay sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-3356922356600060670?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3356922356600060670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=3356922356600060670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/3356922356600060670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/3356922356600060670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2009/06/usrn.html' title='USRN'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-8552046642640876127</id><published>2009-06-17T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:49:00.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NCLEX</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow by God's grace He will grant me wisdom. For He has called me to be faithful, and not to be successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-8552046642640876127?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8552046642640876127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=8552046642640876127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/8552046642640876127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/8552046642640876127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2009/06/nclex.html' title='NCLEX'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-2364305966121920531</id><published>2009-06-01T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:25:18.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DNR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to UST with my Mom and Tita Rose after we attended Kaleb's 7th birthday party at Museo ng Pambata. We heard that Tita Gina (Vic's Mom) was admitted this morning at the ER, restless and in excruciating pain. As I got in the ER, I noticed that Tita Gina is confused and somewhat in pain. She has been diagnosed of colon cancer six months ago, and now her condition has gotten worse. The doctor explained that her infection has reached her entire body and caused severe damage to her organs. Her tongue has already retracted which signifies that there has been a damage to her brain. This is what they call in medical jargon as sepsis. Her heart rate was racing, her respirations are high and her blood pressure is dropping. We have to decide whether we will transfer her to the ICU and go on with the treatment or finally give her up. At around 9PM, few minutes before 10, I talked to Vic and asked him about his decision, at this time Tita Gina was intubated and was given artificial ventilation. After I explained to him about giving a DNR (Do not resuscitate) option, we waited Ate Bhing's long distance call for us to explain to her about the decision and to ask for her consent. As Vic and Ate Bhing had both agreed, they signed for the DNR order, waiting for all the fluids and medications to be consumed. It was probably one of the most difficult decisions they had to make in their lives. My Mom and I left at around 11PM, Tita Gina was still unstable and has gone into a coma a few minutes after the tube was placed. She no longer was responding and at the mercy of the ventilator. At around 2AM I received a call from Tita Rose that Tita Gina passed away at 1:55AM, June 1, 2009. Her remains will be cremated tomorrow at the Sanctuarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We praise God for His goodness to the life of Tita Gina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-2364305966121920531?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2364305966121920531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=2364305966121920531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/2364305966121920531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/2364305966121920531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2009/06/dnr.html' title='DNR'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-5730724736387723531</id><published>2009-05-09T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:55:00.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was the last day of my review. Next week, we'll be starting with our final coaching. I'm not feeling quite well since yesterday.  I hope that by Monday I'll be much better because my days are numbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-5730724736387723531?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5730724736387723531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=5730724736387723531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/5730724736387723531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/5730724736387723531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/review.html' title='Review'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-3823992368432554889</id><published>2009-04-14T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T05:44:36.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grieving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/SeSikd4U2AI/AAAAAAAAACA/T0c70TLSfkM/s1600-h/DSC03081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/SeSikd4U2AI/AAAAAAAAACA/T0c70TLSfkM/s320/DSC03081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324559406838634498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/SeSmfmGfyXI/AAAAAAAAACI/nCnR6pq7pu0/s1600-h/DSC03673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/SeSmfmGfyXI/AAAAAAAAACI/nCnR6pq7pu0/s320/DSC03673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324563721192720754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;October 21, 2001 - April 14, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paldo died of Hepatitis this morning. It was after he died the vet called in to inform us about the results of his exams. He had infection of the liver and his white count is high. He was with us for almost 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I had been a better master to him. You we're a good dog. You we're my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/SeSiAdiG6hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6u9CB0Cr-Pc/s1600-h/DSC03705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/SeSiAdiG6hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6u9CB0Cr-Pc/s320/DSC03705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324558788270156306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye Paldo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-3823992368432554889?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3823992368432554889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=3823992368432554889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/3823992368432554889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/3823992368432554889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/grieving.html' title='Grieving'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/SeSikd4U2AI/AAAAAAAAACA/T0c70TLSfkM/s72-c/DSC03081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-5271155175336659009</id><published>2009-04-09T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:15:00.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paldo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dog isn't doing pretty well. We took him to the veterinarian this morning to have him checked. I don't think he's going to pull through with his illness. I could never say that I have been his bestfriend nor a good master. Nevertheless, he is always faithful, that is their instinct. I just went down to clean up the mess he did. I'm sorry Paldo, I guess this is the farthest that our friendship can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-5271155175336659009?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5271155175336659009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=5271155175336659009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/5271155175336659009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/5271155175336659009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/paldo.html' title='Paldo'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-4982740921423237290</id><published>2009-03-11T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:54:20.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eulogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/Sbf6E-I7l9I/AAAAAAAAABw/PAU0loFj2ZM/s1600-h/2845131303_0799deffac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/Sbf6E-I7l9I/AAAAAAAAABw/PAU0loFj2ZM/s320/2845131303_0799deffac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311989248813668306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francis "Kiko" Duran Magalona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                     October 4, 1964 - March 6, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for inspiring me about passion and nationalism through your music, love and commitment through your fatherhood,  devotion and excellence in your craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be remembered by the Filipino people not only as a person but as a symbol of love for our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kababayan ko. Bilib ako sa buhay mo. Ikaw ay Pilipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-4982740921423237290?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4982740921423237290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=4982740921423237290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/4982740921423237290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/4982740921423237290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/eulogy.html' title='Eulogy'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/Sbf6E-I7l9I/AAAAAAAAABw/PAU0loFj2ZM/s72-c/2845131303_0799deffac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-4806489578567683078</id><published>2009-03-04T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:48:00.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marami na naganap sakin sa taong ito. Last January, I passed the IELTS exam. This means I know how to speak, listen, read and write in English. Sa madaling salita, pede na ko ampunin ni Obama. That would be the highlight of my recent activities, well, there hasn't been any activity in my life recently except for that. Yesterday, we had our internet connection, this means I'd probably spend much time infront of my new Quadcore PC. Yay! Sinubukan ko na rin mag-apply, sana matanggap ako sa hinihintay kong ospital bago dumating ang NCLEX eligibility namin. First quarter is on it's way, time is passing. Hope I'd find something fruitful to accomplish other than being expert in DOTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-4806489578567683078?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4806489578567683078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=4806489578567683078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/4806489578567683078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/4806489578567683078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/lag.html' title='Lag'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-4252968933192663503</id><published>2009-01-01T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:08:40.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long while since my last entry.  What could this year be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-4252968933192663503?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4252968933192663503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=4252968933192663503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/4252968933192663503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/4252968933192663503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-3358709108836750625</id><published>2008-07-25T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:09:53.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurse</title><content type='html'>As of 9:54pm, July 24, 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://philippineboardexamresults.blogspot.com/2008/07/june-2008-nursing-board-exam-results_9823.html"&gt;Official release of the results for the June 2008 Nursing Board Exams.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congratulations to my friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are nurses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be the Glory! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-3358709108836750625?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3358709108836750625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=3358709108836750625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/3358709108836750625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/3358709108836750625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/nurse.html' title='Nurse'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-7972449991855255348</id><published>2008-07-21T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:13:41.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsinelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minsan nakita kong sinuot ng aking Itay ang regalong graduation gift (o di ba redundant?) ng aking mga kapatid sakin na tsinelas na Havaianas na silver. Siguro wala lang siyang madampot na tsinelas nun. Habang sinasamahan ko siya maglinis ng kanyang kotse napansin ko na naapakan niya ang isang jerbaks ng aso sa kanyang tabi. Bingo! Ang aking minamagandang tsinelas ay nakaapak ng mina! Bigla ko na lang nasabi, "Wow, Daddy, mahal yang tsinelas ko na yan." At ang kanyang nasabi lang ay, "Eto? Tadtarin ko pa 'to e." Walang siyang alam sa Havaianas at wala siyang galit dito o anuman, sa tingin ko nabad-trip lang talaga siya sa naapakan niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got this from my Buddy. This one is a winner! This is for all those Havaianas fanatics. Personally, I go for Crocs. Haha! Just kidding, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Havaianas vs Spartan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalan: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Havaianas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lugar na pinanggalingan: São Paulo, Brazil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagbigkas:&lt;br /&gt;ah-vai-YAH-nas (Brazilian Portuguese)&lt;br /&gt;hah-vee-ah-naz (American English)&lt;br /&gt;OMG! hah-va-yaH-naZz! (Filipino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materyal na ginamit: Malupit na goma (high-quality rubber).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presyo: Depende. Ganito na lang, 1 pares ng Havaianas = 30-40 pares ng Spartan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga nagsusuot: Mga konyotik at mga mayayaman (na noong una ay&lt;br /&gt;nababaduyan sa mga naka-de sipit na tsinelas at sasabihing, "Yuck! So&lt;br /&gt;baduy naman nila, naka-slippers lang.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malulupit na katangian at kakayahan:&lt;br /&gt;- Masarap isuot.&lt;br /&gt;- Shock-absorbent&lt;br /&gt;- Malambot ngunit matibay&lt;br /&gt;- Makukuha sa sandamakmak na kulay, disenyo at burloloy&lt;br /&gt;- Maaaring isuot sa loob ng Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;- Mainam na pang-japorms&lt;br /&gt;- Mainam i-terno sa I-Pod at Caramel Macchiato&lt;br /&gt;- Mapipilitan kang maglinis ng mga kuko mo sa paa&lt;br /&gt;- Maaari ka nang mag-dikwatro sa loob ng mga pampublikong lugar at sasakyan&lt;br /&gt;- Magiging 'fashionable' ka kapag ikaw ay nagkukuyakoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olats na mga katangian:&lt;br /&gt;Mahal!&lt;br /&gt;Mahal!&lt;br /&gt;Mahal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalan: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spartan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lugar na Pinanggalingan: Metro Manila, Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagbigkas:&lt;br /&gt;spar-tan (American English),&lt;br /&gt;is-par-tan (Filipino).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materyal na ginamit: Pipitsuging goma (Low-quality rubber).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presyo: Wala pang 50 pesos.&lt;br /&gt;Isang pares ng Spartan = 20 piraso ng pan de coco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga nagsusuot: ang masa (gaya-gaya lang ang mga sosyal at pasyonista)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malulupit na katangian at kakayahan:&lt;br /&gt;- Maaring ipampatay sa ipis&lt;br /&gt;- Maaring ipampalo sa mga batang suwail at damuho&lt;br /&gt;- Pwedeng ipanglusong sa baha at putikan&lt;br /&gt;- Pwedeng ipamalengke&lt;br /&gt;- Mainam gamitin sa tumbang-preso&lt;br /&gt;- Mainam gawing 'shield' kapag naglalaro ng espa-espadahan&lt;br /&gt;- Mainam isuot sa siko bilang proteksyon habang naglalaro ng piko&lt;br /&gt;- Mainam na pambato sa picha o shuttlecock na sumabit sa puno&lt;br /&gt;- Mainam na pangkulob sa pumuputok na watusi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Kapag ginupit-gupit nang pahugis 'cube,' e maaari mo nang gawing pamato sa larong Bingo na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;kadalasang makikita sa mga lamay ng patay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olats na mga katangian:&lt;br /&gt;- Madaling magkawalaan kapag hinubad dahil halos pare-pareho lang ang itsura&lt;br /&gt;- Masakit isuot kapag may mga balahibo ang mga daliri mo sa paa&lt;br /&gt;- Minsan kapag ipinambato mo ito sa picha o shuttlecock na nakasabit sa puno, e nadadamay pati yung tsinelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/SISk_0IXHVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/whnN0XvcBMc/s1600-h/Pugad+Baboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/SISk_0IXHVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/whnN0XvcBMc/s400/Pugad+Baboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225482883889044818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pugad Baboy is DA BEST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-7972449991855255348?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7972449991855255348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=7972449991855255348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/7972449991855255348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/7972449991855255348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/tsinelas.html' title='Tsinelas'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/SISk_0IXHVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/whnN0XvcBMc/s72-c/Pugad+Baboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-3130582245805955862</id><published>2008-06-02T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:53:14.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapos na ang board exam. Bago ko umuwi bumili ako ng Chucks. Gumanda din ang araw ko. Hihintayin ko na lang ang resulta sa August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-3130582245805955862?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3130582245805955862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=3130582245805955862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/3130582245805955862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/3130582245805955862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/exam_02.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-827771916273885139</id><published>2008-05-30T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:29:01.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went out with my friends today and we had a group study at Crystal's place. Unfortunately, time wasn't enough to cover all the exams. Eventually, we decided to go and watch Indiana Jones at Glorieta. Tomorrow is the last day of preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-827771916273885139?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/827771916273885139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=827771916273885139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/827771916273885139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/827771916273885139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/anticipating.html' title='Anticipating'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-8729461083601019996</id><published>2008-05-29T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:03:00.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>3 more days before the board...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-8729461083601019996?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8729461083601019996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=8729461083601019996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/8729461083601019996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/8729461083601019996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-6871672564907112727</id><published>2008-05-09T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:36:58.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sakit na ng ulo ko. Araw-araw kelangan pumasok sa review center para mag-review. Sa dami na ng na-review ko eh parang umapaw lang sa utak ko at nawala. Di ko alam kung pano ko sasaksak sa utak ko ung mga pinagaralan ko. May nursing-cephalus na yata ako. Napuyat ako 'tong linggong 'to dahil sa burol ng Lolo ko. Masaya naman dahil kahit papano parang reunion na din namin magkakamag-anak. Ilang linggo na lang, judgement day na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-6871672564907112727?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6871672564907112727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=6871672564907112727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/6871672564907112727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/6871672564907112727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/review.html' title='Review'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-5649694498108989958</id><published>2008-04-07T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:12:39.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stroll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need to buy me a new pair of shoes so I can have something to wear comfortably for my review classes everyday. I decided to go the Mall of Asia yesterday with my Dad who suggested that he'd come along since he hasn't been to MOA before. I couldn't remember the last time I was with my Dad in a mall doing shopping. When I was like "younger", almost every Sunday we would go to the mall and go shopping, mostly for clothes. Anyway, we had lunch at the French Baker where I took a call from Des who happens to be there too! What a coincidence! Then we went in and around some stores where I could find a pair of Chucks. Fortunately, my Dad was able to buy himself a new pair of shoes before I did so we checked out a few more stores to find one. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the one that I was looking for. A pair of black low-cut leather Chucks particularly the one where Will Smith wore in the movie I,Robot. I thought I'd find something instead, so we went to Crocs and finally got me a new pair. Afterwards, we strolled around bought some doughnuts at Krispy Kreme and headed home. My Dad strained himself a bit going around MOA, he's not used to walking around too much, but at least he was able to see what it looks like and I guess we spent not only money but the time we had together. I hope he doesn't get too old the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-5649694498108989958?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5649694498108989958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=5649694498108989958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/5649694498108989958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/5649694498108989958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/stroll.html' title='Stroll'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-2378269560844415438</id><published>2008-02-22T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:05:26.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malapit na ko matapos ng pag-aaral. Di ko iniisip ang mga requirements o mga exams o yung exit interview namin. Ang iniisip ko eh ung mga exams na kukuhanin ko pagkatapos ko makagraduate. Kahapon lang lumabas ang resulta ng local board exam, at napaisip tuloy ako kung panong paghahanda ang aking gagawin. Nung isang araw lang nalaman ko na nakapasa na ng NCLEX exam ung kaibigan kong nurse. Kung siya ay maraming pang bigas na kakainin ako naman eh nagtatanim pa lang ng bigas. Kanina natapos ang final exam namin. Sa mga lumipas na araw ay tila'y napakabilis dahil nasa duty kami. Di ko man lang nakwento ang mga pangyayari sakin ng nasa ICU ako pagkatapos ng duty namin sa community. Nagawa ko na din magpanggap na isang head nurse ng isang araw at magendorse ng 11 pasyente. Nadistino din ako sa emergency room na kung saan naranasan kong mag-CPR sa isang pasyente ngunit sa kasamaang palad ay di ko siya nabuhay kaya wala akong plus sa grade. Pagkatapos nun ay peteks na kami sa 6D na ward. Sa susunod na linggo ay masasalang na kami sa exit interview. Para sakin ay wala na siyang dating kasi wala naman akong mararating kung hindi ko masasagot ang tanong na mabubunot ko. Anong oras na ba? May review pa ko bukas. Ang hirap naman maging nurse, sana naging kamukha ko na lang si Brad Pitt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-2378269560844415438?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2378269560844415438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=2378269560844415438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/2378269560844415438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/2378269560844415438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/finishing.html' title='Finishing'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-2075374357642718181</id><published>2008-01-20T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:52:20.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nakakadalawang linggo na din kami ngayon sa Antipolo. Araw-araw tuwing Lunes hanggang Biernes eh kelangan namin gumising ng maaga para hindi kami mahuli sa call time namin ng 6:30 kasi kung hindi magkaka-tardy slip kami. Ibig sabihin pag naka-tatlo kaming tardy slip my libre kaming violation. Ilan samin sinipon na, ung iba namayat na (pero natuwa naman kasi matataba sila), ung iba umitim na (ako di halata kasi maitim na ko), ung ilan nawalan ng celpon dahil nanakawan sa jeep, at lahat ay nawawalan na ng gana lalo pa nalaman namin na sa November pa kami makakapag-board exam dahil sa dami ng magtetake eh hinati na ung populasyon ng mga mageexamine. Tuwing Biernes eh minamarapat naming mag-unwind at manood ng sine sa Gateway. Napanood namin ang I Am Legend ni Will Smith nung unang linggo at ng sumunod ay ang Alvin and the Chipmunks. Pagkatapos ng aming mga duty ay isasalang naman kami sa exit interview. Sadya nga ba talagang mahirap ang kursong nursing? Kung sa bagay ang salitang "toxic" ay narinig ko lang sa mga nursing students at nurses dahil di ko narinig un na sinabi ng kapatid kong abogado kahit nung nag-aaral pa siya at nagrereview sa kayang Bar exams. Ganito ang tamang paraan ng charting na ginagawa namin para pantanggal ng toxic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/R5MKjPGKYqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bdwzMm5wFoM/s1600-h/Charting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/R5MKjPGKYqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bdwzMm5wFoM/s400/Charting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157477598733427362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-2075374357642718181?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2075374357642718181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=2075374357642718181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/2075374357642718181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/2075374357642718181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/R5MKjPGKYqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bdwzMm5wFoM/s72-c/Charting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-2137247021622529104</id><published>2008-01-01T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T21:32:39.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was watching the television while the world outside me was anticipating the celebration of the new year's eve. It was almost an hour before new year's eve. I fell asleep, I dozed off at our sofa. I was holding my phone, I didn't hear the alerts not even the noise of the firecrackers outside. Probably I had one bottle of beverage too much, it kicked in with the videoke songs we sang earlier that evening, my Dad, my Uncle, my cousins and some neighbors got me all woozy. I tried to get up and watch the fireworks, but I thought, what's to celebrate in the new year? It's just a day giving itself up for another day, but the only thing that makes it special is the turn of the year or maybe its tradition. A turn of a day and a turn of a year at once. Same sunrise and the same sunsets like as it was in the last 364 days. Years, months and days are constant, it's the change in us that should matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year could be one the defining years in my life. I would set a milestone and not just prepare for the board exam but to pass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may fail, of course... but I have faith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Even to your old age and gray hairs I am HE, I am HE who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you."   - Isaiah 46:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! ^_^&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/9921572-2137247021622529104?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2137247021622529104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=2137247021622529104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/2137247021622529104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/2137247021622529104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-6972887274252625481</id><published>2007-12-10T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:32:13.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N95</title><content type='html'>I went to Greenhills with my Mom and I got me a new phone! Finally... ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-6972887274252625481?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6972887274252625481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=6972887274252625481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/6972887274252625481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/6972887274252625481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/n95.html' title='N95'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-5522917542867680470</id><published>2007-11-27T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T05:43:26.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted</title><content type='html'>Badtrip sira pa rin PC ko, pero bukas makukuha ko na buti na lang naayos ng tropa ko. I got a new DVD writer and a videocard. Last time I checked my videocard crashed and the guy from the PC shop told me I need to replace my CD drive, pag dala ko sa bahay sira pa rin! Sana maayos na bukas. Grr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-5522917542867680470?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5522917542867680470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=5522917542867680470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/5522917542867680470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/5522917542867680470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-5757749473775114756</id><published>2007-10-30T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:00:16.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeep</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It was a bit late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's OKay.&lt;br /&gt;We took the jeep.&lt;br /&gt;It's fine.&lt;br /&gt;Your head was on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;It's fine. It's OKay.&lt;br /&gt;I missed my stop.&lt;br /&gt;It's OKay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a bit late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's fine.&lt;br /&gt;I had to take you home.&lt;br /&gt;It's OKay. It's fine.&lt;br /&gt;You were asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Awake though, I was dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;...to the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a bit late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too late...&lt;br /&gt;...she's already taken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;her ride home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, yes. Maybe... but not OKae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-5757749473775114756?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5757749473775114756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=5757749473775114756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/5757749473775114756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/5757749473775114756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/jeep.html' title='Jeep'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-3458307668847310619</id><published>2007-10-18T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:18:31.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baliktanaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kung papansinin mo parang ang bilis ng panahon. May mga ilang bagay lang akong naalala pa nung bata pa ko. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Inabutan ko pa ang ChickenJoy na P24 lang. Wala pang singles nun. Una kong Jolibee na kinainan sa may Ronquillo sa Avenida kasama ang Erpat at Utol ko. May libre kaming lapis at si Jolibee ang pambura. Masaya na kami nun. Wala pang McDo. Un ang unang Jolibee sa Pinas. Trivia yan! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Natuwa ako sa unang tagalog sa pelikulang pinanood ko sa Luneta theater. Wala pa kasing mga malls nun tulad ng SM na may sinehan. Un ay ang Ninja Kids. Bata pa si Herbert Bautista pati si Francis Magalona na Francis M. na siya ngayon. P8 lang ata ang bayad sa sine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Nagbabaha pa nun sa tapat ng bahay namin at sa mga kalsada samin. Pero dahil di pa uso nun ang leptospirosis ay ok lang na lumangoy kami ng Utol ko sa baha. Para samin ang baha ay parang swimming pool namin tuwing malakas ang ulan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Tuwing Sabado namamalengke kami ng Tatay at Nanay ko sa Divisoria. Wala pang Tutuban Mall at Cluster Building nun. Dun kami sa Tabora at Ilaya namamalengke ng mga gulay ay prutas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Dati kasya kaming apat na buong pamilya sa isang motorsiko. Ngayon apat kami na marunong magdrive maliban sa Nanay ko pero lahat kami may lisensya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. Di pa uso nun ang mga sidecar at ang mga sidecar boys. Nilalakad lang namin ng Nanay ko pag hinahatid niya ko sa eskwela kaya di matraffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Ang mga anime nun ay ang Voltes V at Daimos. Pero sa lahat si Astroboy ang pinaka gusto ko. Nauna ang mga Bioman at sumunod naman si Shaider sa channel13. Pag tapos nun ay Ok ka, Fairy ko, na unang lumabas si Alice Dixson na siyang crush ko nun pati sa commercial niya sa shampoo. Sa channel 9 dati ang Eat Bulaga pinapalabas tuwing tanghali. Wala pang tatoo nun si Aiza ung una siyang madiskubre ni Bosing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. P1.25 lang ung Coke solo nun. Ang Coke litro P5. Ang 500ml P2.50 lang. Iniipon ko nun ang mga tansan kasi nilalaro namin un kasama ng mga tau-tauhan na mga laruan ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. P1 lang ang pamasahe nung elementary ako. 25 centimos lang ang pandesal. Unang mall na napuntahan ko ay ang Grand Central nung grade 6 pa ko at nanood kami ng "Honey, I shrunk the kids." Di pa siya pugad ng mga ngongay (katulong) nun. Sikat na sikat ang mall na un.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. Wala pang mga Crocs nun at mga Havaianas. Sikat nun ang Rambbo, inspired by the movie ni Silvester Stallone na Rambo. Pero double B talaga ung spelling niya sa tsinelas. Ginagamit ko un sa laro naming football kasi ang kapal ng swelas. Tapos sumunod ang Islander na gawa ng Kaypee na pinaka-mahal na tsinelas na natatandaan ko noon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayoko ko ng damihan at baka magmukha pa kong matanda. Kayo? Ano inabutan niyo? Malamang si Mark Rehas at Jennylyn Markado ng Startruck noh? Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-3458307668847310619?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3458307668847310619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=3458307668847310619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/3458307668847310619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/3458307668847310619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/baliktanaw.html' title='Baliktanaw'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-8236631511327976672</id><published>2007-10-02T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T07:16:14.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperthyroidism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sa wakas natapos na din namin ang case pres namin kaninang hapon! Ibig sabihin nito pede na kong magliwaliw at magrelax-relax dahil final exams na lang ang aatupagin ko na hindi ko naman talaga aaralin! Wuhoo! Buti na lang at mabait ung mga naging panelist namin at may bonus pa! Kasama pa dun si Ma'am Borromeo na cute! Panalo talaga kahit na pathophysiology "na naman" ang na-assign sakin na diniscuss ko. Shempre tamang nerd ang dating natin pero pasikat lang. Hihihi! Last sem ko na next sem, na-eexcite na kong matapos. Gusto ko na ulit magtrabaho at kumita ng limpak-limpak na dolyar, kahit ano basta hindi pesos! Halos sa buong buhay ko nag-aaral ako...este nasa eskwela pala. Hehe... Tulog muna ko. Gabi na e...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-8236631511327976672?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8236631511327976672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=8236631511327976672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/8236631511327976672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/8236631511327976672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/hyperthroidism.html' title='Hyperthyroidism'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-8757206458314801466</id><published>2007-09-21T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:26:03.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kambyu</title><content type='html'>10 Painful Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Bringing back the feeling you've learned to forget.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Reminiscing the good times.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Trying to hide what you really feel.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Loving someone who loves another.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Having a commitment with someone that you know wouldn't last.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Shielding your heart to love somebody.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Loving a person too much.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Right love at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Taking a risk to fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Bihis na bihis ka na tapos di ka pala kasama sa outing.  Badtrip di ba? hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-8757206458314801466?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8757206458314801466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=8757206458314801466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/8757206458314801466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/8757206458314801466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/kambyu.html' title='Kambyu'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-6541396680740535162</id><published>2007-09-08T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:29:28.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/RvNkg1H1ZTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FmdElZnPyQM/s1600-h/cpk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112540517174175026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/RvNkg1H1ZTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FmdElZnPyQM/s400/cpk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went out with my friend Ethel last night for dinner. She's a stewardess based in Dubai and she came home to undergo a throat surgery. It was my first time to meet her after she left for work. We both agreed to meet at Trinoma. My first time there actually. I tried my best so that people won't notice. Hehe... Nice place. What a mall should look like. Btw, I had to rush after meeting with my friends at the Chinese restaurant. I was glad to make it a few minutes late, I think. I don't know how to get to the parking lot. I had to ask the guards coz I'm not quite sure where to go. Anyway, after a few circles I was able to make it to the parking area. At the parking area, it took me a few more minutes to figure out where was the exit going to the mall. Eureka! I met up with her at Kamiseta. We had dinner at CPK. My first time too! The price of the iced tea was by far the most expensive iced tea I ever had. It was rasberry flavored. Whatever! It was still expensive! I just don't get it. Kaya sinulit namin. Tumoma kami ng ng tumoma ng iced tea! Well, we also ordered pasta and pizza, a few photos and tons of conversations. Sagot ko ung kwento sagot niya ung kain. Fair enough. Haha! After that, we finished with our dessert at the Coffee Bean. My turn to treat. A slice of blue berry cheesecake and some frap. More converstations. Bondat na kami. We decided to go home before midnight, she was already tired and sleepy and aside from that we both had a long day. It was nice to see her again. Thanks Day, sa uulitin ha pagbalik mo?! Hehe... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/RvNjylH1ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dLFT6zJ8S_o/s1600-h/cpk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-6541396680740535162?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6541396680740535162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=6541396680740535162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/6541396680740535162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/6541396680740535162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/dinner.html' title='Inday'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gb-Hwbfg7DY/RvNkg1H1ZTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FmdElZnPyQM/s72-c/cpk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-363891022470352904</id><published>2007-09-05T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:01:13.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Medjo mabilis talaga ata ang panahon.  September na nga pala.  Di ko na kasi tinitignan ang date ngayon.  Mas gusto kong isipin na March na para tapos na ko sa nursing.  Excited na kasi ako mag-board exam.  Gusto kong matesting sarili ko if I can hit the passing mark in one shot.  Parang title shot to ni Manny Pacquiao.  Kelangan isang suntok knock-out na at hindi suntok sa buwan.  Pero bago ko dumating dun e kelangan ng matinding training.  Ang problema napipikon na nga ko sa mga lectures namin.  Maganda at interesting sana ung mga topics namin for MS kaya lang may problema kami sa mga instructors namin.  Badtrip pa ko talaga dun sa bading namin na instructor ngayon.  Hindi naman talaga mahirap ung mga lectures, ang problema ang daming mga segways at sinisingitan pa ng mga kung anu-anong chervalou at eklavou.  Bukas eval exam na namin sa Endo, eto na naman po kami.  Anong klaseng grade na naman ang makukuha ko.  Bukas na lang ako mag-aaral.  Mabuti pang matulog na lang ako ng maaga at baka mapaginipan ko pa ung mga sagot.  Ah basta, alam ko darating ako dun sa dulo.  Konti na lang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-363891022470352904?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/363891022470352904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=363891022470352904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/363891022470352904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/363891022470352904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/bilis.html' title='Bilis'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-8828739548597988075</id><published>2007-08-30T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:56:50.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Napapakanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love Team&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itchy Worms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di naman talaga tayo magsinta&lt;br /&gt;Pero gusto nila&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ayaw mo bagay raw tayo&lt;br /&gt;Di naman totoo mga yakap mo&lt;br /&gt;Pang-eksena lamang ito&lt;br /&gt;Di mo lang alam na nababaliw na’ko sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Di ko na yata kaya to&lt;br /&gt;Ang aking lihim na pakay ay ang lahat ng ito’y gawing tunay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana wag mong kong sisihin&lt;br /&gt;Kung di ko kayang pigilin&lt;br /&gt;Sabi mo na mahal mo ‘ko&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit di naman seryoso&lt;br /&gt;Sana magkasingkulayang drama at tunay na buhay ko&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanging pag-asa ko&lt;br /&gt;Ay nasa tambalang ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinungaling ka kapag may tao ay nilalambing mo ko&lt;br /&gt;Pero pag wala ay sumasama&lt;br /&gt;Turing mo sa ‘kin ay parang hangin&lt;br /&gt;Bitin na bitin di nila alam&lt;br /&gt;Na sa dulo ng tagpo&lt;br /&gt;Di na patok man ang linya ko&lt;br /&gt;Nag-iiba ang iyong asta&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa susunod na eksena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-8828739548597988075?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8828739548597988075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=8828739548597988075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/8828739548597988075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/8828739548597988075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/napapakanta.html' title='Napapakanta'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-2860785320275339734</id><published>2007-07-29T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T10:43:05.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just want to post and thank those people who remembered my birthday and I'm sure more people would've extended their greetings if they only knew when is my birthday. Should make a note for them. I'll try to remember them in chronological order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Xandy Friend - who called me up almost 12AM but I'm playing DOTA so I was kinda busy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Jacob - he's in Hawaii but he never forgets my birthday. One of my best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Tina - texted me a Bible verse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Kaibigang Oso - texted me also. Her name is Ynek by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. My Mum - asked me what's my treat gonna be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. My Sis - reinforced the same question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Mommy Cris - glad she remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. Auntie Rose - she called me up but I was still asleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. Melai - finally she remembered... her amnesia was cured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. Sonny - since when did he called me Jebs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11. Buddy - if she's forgotten... it's unforgiveable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. Jo Ann - unexpected, but thank you for the thoughtfulness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13. Genoi - highly unexpected, but thanks dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14. Kuya Gerry Chua - thanks for the carbonara, it was dee-lee-cious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15. Mamu Joyce - I'd hated her if she'd forget. Where's my gift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16. Tita Bel - my cousin Josh forgot but she didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17. Patotz - Thanks for the strawberry cheesecake and not Krispy Kreme. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18. Ronan - Who thought he greeted me first but no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;19. Honey - she's in Japan right now. Thank you. *ehem* (clears throat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20. Kakae - who decided to greet me the last. Unfortunately it was 4AM and I was sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21. Vic and Charo - belated happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;22. Anna Banana - belated daw, pa-canton daw ako. Lucky Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;23. Paldo - my dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;24. Garferd - my cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;25.  Joshua - my cousin, says better late than never! Greeted me on the 31st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess that's about it. In the evening of my birthday we dined at a pasta restaurant which my brother suggested. I was supposed to buy me a new cellphone but unfortunately I couldn't decide what unit to buy so I think I'd postpone for now until I've really figured out what to buy. Thank you for all your thoughtfullness. I praise God for His faithfulness to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turned 30 this year. Ouch! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&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/9921572-2860785320275339734?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2860785320275339734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=2860785320275339734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/2860785320275339734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/2860785320275339734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/07/wishers.html' title='Wishers'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-3518137511513989607</id><published>2007-07-27T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:08:08.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Older</title><content type='html'>Bukas birthday ko na!  Wehoo! Wuhoo! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-3518137511513989607?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3518137511513989607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=3518137511513989607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/3518137511513989607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/3518137511513989607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/07/older.html' title='Older'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-3533868274782108505</id><published>2007-07-03T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:10:44.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dati nung elementary pa ako nasubaybayan ko ang pakikipagsapalaran ng mga Autobots laban sa mga Decepticons.  Naiyak pa nga ako nung namatay ni Optimus Prime dun sa Transformers "The Movie" na cartoons at later on si Hotrod na ang pumalit bilang leader ng Autobots.  Last Saturday napanood ko ang Transformers.  Astig talaga!  Ganito pa nga ung sound effect nila pag-nagtransform sila "Eeeooonngggcckkk."  Galing di ba?  Sana may part two kasi buhay pa si Starscream.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two thumbs up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-3533868274782108505?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3533868274782108505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=3533868274782108505' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/3533868274782108505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/3533868274782108505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers.html' title='Transformers'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-7468898610252578713</id><published>2007-06-07T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T02:09:31.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antipolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dapat kasi bakasyon ko pa rin hanggang ngayon.  Ang tinamaan ng magaling naming school na itatago ko na lang sa akronym na MHCN ay kelangan maghabol ng mga cases para sa mga incoming 4th year na katulad ko kasi sa dami ng mga estudyante sa school namin e kelangan mauna kami para hindi kami magkaproblema bago maggraduation.  Sa iba kasing school, bago sila mag-4th year e tapos na nila ang cases nila sa OR at DR.  Kelangan ko pang magpaanak ng pitong mga buntis para makuha ko ung requirements ng PRC para makapagboard exam ako next year.  So far ok naman ang duty namin, nakakasawa lang nga ang itsura ng mga nanganganak.  Un at un din ang makikita mo.  Medjo puyat na rin ako at nauubos na ang kaunting taba na naipon ko.  Sana matapos ko 'to bago magpasukan.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tayo na sa Antipolo at doon mag-paanak tayo..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-7468898610252578713?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7468898610252578713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=7468898610252578713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/7468898610252578713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/7468898610252578713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/06/antipolo.html' title='Antipolo'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-5737666963834360661</id><published>2007-06-01T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T03:01:37.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My summer duties didn't turned out to be good and so is my grade.  Bummer.  I almost convinced myself to transfer to another school to finish my last year.  I worried too much about a lot of things about our school and how am I supposed to graduate next year?  As a God given talent I should say, I don't worry too much about things, sometimes it scares me when I don't worry.  Is it normal for people to worry?  I think so at times.  I badly needed a break.  I had too many complaints and rantings about my school and its blowing up my top.  I was able to attend a summer Youth Camp Extra Extra Challenge II in our church.  Up in the mountains of Antipolo I was able to release my apprehensions.  It was a way for me to be silent with God once more and to hear His still small voice.  It turned out to be a blessing for all of us who went there, specially Xandy, who finally decided and surrendered herself to Christ.  It was the most awesome thing that day!  The angels were singing!  That's how imagined things.  It was an amazing sight on our last day when we were called to commit ourselves to Christ, everyone stood up, walked towards the altar and was prayed for by Pastor Ronel.  And on Sunday, a handful of people were chosen including Xandy were asked to share their testimony and their experience during the youth camp.  It doesn't end here, Kuya Gerry invited us to come over to his place in Tagaytay and spend a night at their rest house.  Oh yeah!  Free food, free ride, free accomodations and even free toll fees, but I had to drive his pick up though, couldn't use my car.  Anyway, we went around eating, relaxing and even visited Caleruega.  It's a place with a church on top of a hill.  It was a very solemn and serene, but not until we came.  Picture dun, picture jan, pose dun, pose jan.  Bag of Beans, its a bakery where they sell yummy bread.  Very nice ambience.  (Buddy you should try and visit it!)  We thought of going to Puerto Galera but the weather isn't too good.  Maybe next time.  Now its time to face the music once more... 10 more months to go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-5737666963834360661?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5737666963834360661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=5737666963834360661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/5737666963834360661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/5737666963834360661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/06/refreshed.html' title='Refreshed'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-27550372279350130</id><published>2007-04-04T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T07:18:04.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atty. Jacinto C. Garcia Jr.</title><content type='html'>Brother.  Lawyer.  Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-  To God be the GLORY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of April 3, 2007, &lt;a href="http://www.supremecourt.gov.ph/bar2006.htm"&gt;http://www.supremecourt.gov.ph/bar2006.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-27550372279350130?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/27550372279350130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=27550372279350130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/27550372279350130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/27550372279350130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/04/atty-jacinto-c-garcia-jr.html' title='Atty. Jacinto C. Garcia Jr.'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-766985797476559822</id><published>2007-03-15T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T03:03:02.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental</title><content type='html'>Nakaligtaan ko ikwento ang mga pangyayari sa huli kong duty dun sa Mental.  Alam kong marami sa aking mga suking tagasubaybay ang nais makaalam ng mga kaganapan sa huli kong duty.  Nakilala ko dun si Virgilio.  Isang 50-anyos na ata siya, un ang sabi niya, di ako sigurado kung sino ang mali samin.  Anyway, kung una siyang titignan ay mukha namang normal ngunit eto ang naging bahagi ng usapan namin sa una naming pagkikita.  Nakasanayan na nilang magpakilala ng ganitong pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unang araw...&lt;br /&gt;Virgilio:  &lt;em&gt;Ako si Virgilio Ursuha Estrada.  Dating Katoliko na ngayo'y converted na sa Muslim sa pangalang Mohammed Ursuha Estrada.  Apo ni Eugenio Ursuha at pinsang buo ni Jose Rizal.&lt;/em&gt; (Asteg di ba sanpits niya si Rizal?  Malay natin baka utol niya si Datu Humabon)&lt;br /&gt;Ako:  &lt;em&gt;Ah ok.  Kamusta naman po kayo?&lt;/em&gt;  (Medjo matinong tanong)&lt;br /&gt;Virgilio:  &lt;em&gt;Ok lang.  Pero kanina lang po sinaniban ako ng kapangyarihan ng isang daga.&lt;/em&gt;  (Wow! Nag-ala Mighty Mouse)  &lt;em&gt;Di lang po un, kambal pa sila.&lt;/em&gt; (May kakambal si Mighty Mouse?!)  &lt;em&gt;Pero sa kasamaang palad ay patay na sila, sa katunayan nasa Mindoro sila ngayon.&lt;/em&gt;  (Ah, yun naman pala e...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikalawang araw...&lt;br /&gt;Virgilio:  &lt;em&gt;Ako si Virgilio Ursuha Estrada.  Dating Katoliko na ngayo'y converted na sa Muslim sa pangalang Mohammed Ursuha Estrada.  Apo ni Eugenio Ursuha at pinsang buo ni Jose Rizal at ang student nurse ko ay si Shen. &lt;/em&gt; (Sabay turo sa Chinese ko na classmate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikatlong araw...&lt;br /&gt;Virgilio:  &lt;em&gt;Ako si Virgilio Ursuha Estrada.  Dating Katoliko na ngayo'y converted na sa Muslim sa pangalang Mohammed Ursuha Estrada.  Apo ni Eugenio Ursuha at pinsang buo ni Jose Rizal at ang student nurse ko ay si Shen, at hindi pa niya binibigay ung hiningi kong toothbrush.  &lt;/em&gt;(Buti hindi ung hardware nila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huling araw...&lt;br /&gt;Virgilio:  &lt;em&gt;Ako si Virgilio Ursuha Estrada.  Dating Katoliko na ngayo'y converted na sa Muslim sa pangalang Mohammed Ursuha Estrada.  Apo ni Eugenio Ursuha at pinsang buo ni Jose Rizal at ang student nurse ko ay si Shen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun hanggang dun na lang yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa lamang si Virgilio sa mga pasyente namin sa Mental.  Meron pa itong isa, itago na lang natin siya sa pangalang Jose.  Mang Jose for short.  Etong si Virgilio ay may hawak na diyaryo ng biglang lumapit si Jose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose:  &lt;em&gt;Tara, basa tayo ng balita.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgilio:  &lt;em&gt;Eto oh!&lt;/em&gt;  (Sabay basa sa balita)  &lt;em&gt;Lihim ni Ate Vi ibubunyag.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose:  &lt;em&gt;Ha?!  Wag nating basahin yan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgilio:  &lt;em&gt;Baket naman?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose:  &lt;em&gt;E kung babasahin natin yan malalaman natin ung lihim niya.  Lihim nga yan e, ba't mo pa babasahin?  Kung malalaman natin un e hindi na magiging lihim un di ba?!&lt;/em&gt;  (Hmm...may katuwiran naman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etong si Raul, nang kami'y papauwi na ay nakadungaw sa bintana, bigla siyang napansin ng aming CI (Clinical Instructor), "Uy! Si Raul oh!  Kaway kayo."  Raul talaga ang pangalan niya.  Ung classmate ko Ryan ang pangalan.  Pero maayos ang kanyang pagiisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang aking pasyente na si Pong.  Di ko siya gano makausap ng matino.  Sinikap ng inyong lingkod na abutin ang kanyang level pero ako'y nabigo dahil may kausap siya palagi.  Lagi kasi siyang parang may kausap pero wala naman talaga.  Kung baga sa YM, lagi siyang may ka-chat kahit offline naman lahat ng friends niya.  Minsan tatawa, minsan ngingiti, minsan parang galit, minsan... minsan parang gusto ko ng batukan kung wala lang ung CI namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagpapatuloy ng aming pag-aaral, kami'y nabigyan ng pagkakataon na libutin ang buong institusyon.  Duon nasaksihan namin ang iba't-ibang uri ng mga taong may sakit sa pagiisip.  Ung iba nakahubad lang 24/7, 365 days a year.  Pero "IN" lang sila pag summer, lalo na sa Boracay.  Ung iba naman nakayuko lang.  Siguro nagcoconcentrate lang sila.  Ung iba, nagwawala.  Kaya nakatali sila sa upuan o kaya sa kama.  At marami sa kanila ang naglalakad ng paikot-ikot tila, wari'y, parang namamasyal.  Siguro  naglilibang lang sila.  Minsan nakakalungkot, minsan nakakatuwa, minsan nakakaawa, minsan nakakahawa.  Kaya tinuring ko na rin silang mga "homies" ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-766985797476559822?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/766985797476559822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=766985797476559822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/766985797476559822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/766985797476559822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/nakaligtaan-ko-ikwento-ang-mga.html' title='Mental'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-2875127153730369892</id><published>2007-02-08T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T04:47:52.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod</title><content type='html'>Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris Brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby come here and sit down, let's talk&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot to say so I guess I'll start by&lt;br /&gt;Saying that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;But you know, this thing ain't been no walk in the park for us&lt;br /&gt;I swear it'll only take a minute&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand when I finish, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna see you cry&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna be the one to tell you a lie so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you let it go? When you,&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know? What's on,&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the door&lt;br /&gt;When you're walking out, talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Everything I tried to remember to say&lt;br /&gt;Just went out my head&lt;br /&gt;So I'ma do the best I can to get you to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I gotta make the first move 'cause if I don't you gonna start hating me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I really don't feel the way I once felt about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl it's not you, it's me I gotta gotta figure out what I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we know that we gotta go our separate ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know it's hard but I gotta do it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's killing me, cause there's never a right time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now your heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand times I&lt;br /&gt;Found myself asking, "Why? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Why am I taking so long to say this?&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, girl I never meant to crush your world&lt;br /&gt;And I never though I would see the day we grew apart&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you let it go? When you,&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know? What's on,&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the door&lt;br /&gt;When you're walking out, talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Girl I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;What I'm tryna say.&lt;br /&gt;We just can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that we get along&lt;br /&gt;Girl how you not gonna see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know,&lt;br /&gt;We should be apart, baby I&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do it&lt;br /&gt;I, I just can't do it&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know,&lt;br /&gt;We should be apart, baby I&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do it&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it makes me wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent LSS.  I heard this song from an iPod I borrowed from my classmate while I was waiting for a pregnant mother to deliver her baby.  'Steg noh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-2875127153730369892?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2875127153730369892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=2875127153730369892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/2875127153730369892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/2875127153730369892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/02/ipod.html' title='iPod'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-116974119306331255</id><published>2007-01-26T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T08:06:33.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibang-abang</title><content type='html'>Kaninang tanghali papasok na ko sa duty ko sa Nursery para magpa-dede at maglinis ng mga jerbaks ng mga baby.  Bumababa ako dun sa abangan ko ng jeep sa may riles para sumakay pa ng jeep papunta sa ospital namin.  Habang ako'y nag-aabang ng jeep may nakita akong ale na maitim at nakashorts na madungis na wari'y sumisigaw na tumatawid na pawang papalapit pa sakin.  Bigla siyang tumabi sakin at bumati ng, "Papasok ka na ba Kuya?" Lumingon ako at medjo pahapyaw lang na tumingin sa kanya.  Nagsalita siya ulit, "Kuya ang bango-bango mo naman."  Naisip ko tama naman siya.  So walang mali sa sinabi niya.  Siguro expressive lang talaga siya sa naamoy niya.  Hindi ko na lang siya pinansin kasi medjo madungis siya at mukhang may katok pa.  May napansin na kong jeep na paparating na paparahin ko na ng bigla din siyang pumara dun sa jeep.  Bigla pa niya akong inalalayan sa pagsakay ko ng biglang sumakay din siya!  Kala ko naiwan na siya!  Buti na lang maluwag ung jeep pero marami pa ring nakasakay (ewan ko kung pano nangyari un) kaya medjo magkatapat kami.  Bigla niya na kong kinausap ng kinausap.  Kung ano-ano na ang kinukwento niya sakin.  "Kuya doctor ka ba?  Nauntog kasi ung asawa ko e medjo nabaliw na kaya gusto ko sana malaman kung anong pede kong ibigay na gamot.  Pede mo ba kong resetahan?"  Naiilang pa ko sa kili-kili niya kasi may buhok na e maitim pa pero smiling face naman siya.  Sabi ko na lang, "Pa-check up niyo na lang ho sa doctor."  Napapansin ko na nagngingitian na ung mga katabi ko at pinagtitinginan na kami.  Di pa siya nasiyahan at dumungaw pa para tignan lang ung nameplate ko.  Buti na lang hindi niya nabigkas pangalan ko at Garcia lang nasabi niya.  Medjo napaisip ako, duty ko pa naman sa mental hospital next month hindi ko alam na mapapaaga ang dating ng pasyente ko.  Badtrip!  Di ko pa matandaan ung mga inaral ko sa psych tungkol sa may mga mental disorder at kung pano sila patutunguhan.  Wala pa naman akong dalang Nanda (a.k.a nursing book).  Ayan!  Malapit na kong bumaba.  Ayos.  Kinakabahan ako baka sundan ako.  Alam ko naman na gwapo ako pero kahit pala may mga sayad e nakaka-appreciate ng itsura ko.  Astig talaga.  Ang puti pa naman ng suot ko.  Parang talagang ang linis ko at mukhang naligo.  Nung pumara na ko ngumiti ang kanyang bungi at sabi niya,  "Ingat ka ha! God bless!"  Ayos... how thoughtful, how Goldilocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-116974119306331255?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116974119306331255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=116974119306331255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/116974119306331255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/116974119306331255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/hibang-abang.html' title='Hibang-abang'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-116956725490579996</id><published>2007-01-24T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T07:47:34.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inis</title><content type='html'>Nababanas kami ngayon sa bago naming CI sa area namin sa Nursery.  Napaka-mitikuloso!  "Oi ano yan?"  "Ay ang bagal mo naman..." kesyo ganyan, kesyo ganito.  Minsan gusto ko na siyang sakalin ng stethoscope o kaya paluin na oxygen tank o kaya saksakin ng thermometer sa ilong.  Lahat na lang ng bagay e may napupula sa amin.  First day namin ng duty kahapon at may violation agad kami.  Kumakanta kasi ung classmate ko at nagtatatawanan kami, biglang bumukas ang pinto at sumilip siya sabay sabi, "May violation kayong lahat.  Kuhanin niyo ang inyong mga violation slips mamaya."  E hindi naman kami ka-ingayan at sarado ung pinto.  Gusto ko sana siyang sagutin ng, "Ma'am, hindi po kami nagjay-walking."  Badtrip pa kanina 3-beses tumae ung alaga kong baby.  Buti na lang baby pa siya kung hindi malamang na-smack down ko na siya.  Paglinisin ba naman ako ng jerbaks niya na kulay meconium (slimy-green).  Bukas eto na naman kami... babasain ko na lang ng tubig ung bulak at ipapasak sa tenga ko. Rawr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-116956725490579996?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116956725490579996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=116956725490579996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/116956725490579996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/116956725490579996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/inis.html' title='Inis'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-116862078330315676</id><published>2007-01-12T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T08:53:03.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blanko</title><content type='html'>Medjo late na. Dapat tulog na ko sa mga ganitong oras. Ayoko ng nagpupuyat. Hindi ako nakapag-blog last month. Hindi ko rin nagawan ng mga ikekwento ang sarili ko. Bagong taon na, meron bang nabago sakin? Ganun pa rin ang celpon ko 3350, ako na lang ang hindi sumusuko sa kanya pero kung nakakapagsalita lang siya e malamang gusto niya nang magretiro. Parang nakuntento na lang kasi ako maliban sa wala naman talaga akong perang pamalit. Ok na rin. Natuto akong makuntento ngayong taon. Salamat sa celpon ko. Sana maka-5 years na siya sa November. Gawa na ung bahay namin pero may ilan pang dapat gawin. Mukha na siyang tirahan ng tao. Gusto ko ng magpataba ngayon. Sinubukan kong bumalik sa pagwowork out. Bumili na kasi kami ngayon ng gym equipment. Ayos. Bago hairstyle ko. Imbes na sa kaliwa ang paling ng buhok ko e ginawa kong sa kanan. Ok naman, medjo presko kasi maikli ang gupit ko. Nakita ko ung crush ko kanina. First time ko ata siyang makita this year after ko bumusita sa kanila after Christmas at regaluhan ng bagoong at cookies ang Nanay niya. Sana lang hindi niya isawsaw ung cookies sa bagoong. Crush ko pa rin siya hanggang ngayon. Mukhang next year crush ko pa rin siya pero baka may madagdag lang this year. Hanggang crush lang muna ko ngayon. Ayoko yatang magkaheart-attack. Mahirap mawalan ng GF lalo na kung sabay-sabay. Busy ako sa school ngayon, medjo nag-aaral na ko. Nag-email pala ung isa kong pinsan, ang saya kasi close kami kahit na Kana siya. May picture pa sila para sakin. Siya ung naka-pula.   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/977/744/1600/708188/Picture_107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/977/744/320/359675/Picture_107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Teisha, Jenee, Zach 2nd row: Rebecca and Autumn) May lihim na pagtingin ako sa kanila pero hanggang lihim na lang un. Siguro kelangan ko ng matulog kasi antok na rin ako nararamdaman ko na kasing tumataas ang aking serotonin, at ito ang dahilan kayo tayo inaantok. Babay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-116862078330315676?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116862078330315676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=116862078330315676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/116862078330315676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/116862078330315676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/blanko.html' title='Blanko'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-116471214827912807</id><published>2006-11-28T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T03:09:08.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinning</title><content type='html'>Nagcapping na din ang school namin sa wakas nung Friday, Nov. 24.  Tamang hilaw na nurse na ko.  Mga humigit-kumulang na isang taon na lang at magiging R.N. (Retarded Nurse) na ako.  So far mahihirap na ang topics namin pero masaya naman ako at nanalo si Pacquiao dun sa huli niyang laban kahit na walang mga tubig ngayon sa ilang parte ng Maynila.  Hindi pa rin tapos ang bahay namin, mahigit isang taon nang ginagawa ng karpintero namin e kulang na lang siguro ay bigyan na namin siya ng SSS ID at Pag-Ibig sa tagal niyang nagtatrabaho samin.  Sa tingin ko magiging masaya naman ang Pasko ko ngayon kasi wala akong GF at wala din akong pera.  Kakain na lang ako ng kakain at kakausapin ang aso ko.  Teka mag-aaral pala ko, may quiz pa ko bukas.  Wala na akong ma-isip.  Jan ka na...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-116471214827912807?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116471214827912807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=116471214827912807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/116471214827912807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/116471214827912807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/11/pinning.html' title='Pinning'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-116211618844595677</id><published>2006-10-29T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T02:07:59.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembreak</title><content type='html'>My sembreak was a blast. After a dreadful calorie-wasting, neuron-consuming, strength-draining and death-defying semester I was able to enjoy my time with my friends at church. Last Monday we went to Pangasinan to attend a wake and funeral where we conducted a necronomical service. We spent a night at a resort nearby the town of Alaminos. Of course, after the ceromonies where else could we be found but at Hundred Islands. We took a 30-min boat ride to visit the famous islands. We stopped at Governor's Island and hiked at the peak where we had an amazing view of the islands. Afterwards, we picked an island spot where we can go swimming. We all went home tired and sleepy with a fully-loaded memory stick. All expenses paid but excluding souvenirs. I was able to pick a sea shell for Friend Xandy, I named him Stench. Ambaho kasi ng shell amoy daing! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part II&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, last day of the week. The Worship Team of Caloocan Bible Church spent it's retreat slash rest and recreation at Fontana Leisure Park at Clark Field, Pampanga. Compared to last Monday's escapade at Pangasinan, this went off the charts on the fun and adventure scale. We took a ride at the Giant Slide, had a crazy fun splash at the Wave Pool, lazed at the Lazy River, and basically got wet and burned under the sun. Our lunch was at a famous &lt;em&gt;"bulaluhan"&lt;/em&gt; within Clark Airbase. After a life-threatening, protein-riched cholesterol-filled lunch we went back to the resort to burn them in the water. (Burn them in the water? Hmm...sounds impossible. I've finally discovered something. Cool!) Same thing that happened last Monday, we went home, tired, sleepy, and with a loaded-stick plus all-burned up! Ooh...what a rush! RAWR!!! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-116211618844595677?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116211618844595677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=116211618844595677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/116211618844595677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/116211618844595677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/10/sembreak.html' title='Sembreak'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-116132043066769066</id><published>2006-10-20T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:03:33.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sampu</title><content type='html'>Pagkatapos ng final exam namin sa Pharmacology nung isang araw, lumabas sa 10th floor ang resulta ng aming pagsusulit. At sa di ko maunawaang pangyayari ay napabilang ako sa ika-sampung mag-aaral na nakakuha ng mataas na grado. 85% ay mataas na daw. Ang di ko maintindihan ay kung may naitulong ba ang pag-Dodota ko nung isang araw na inabot kami ng umaga? Isang misteryo sa akin ang kaadikan namin ng kapatid ko at ng kaibigan niya (na isang kagalang-Galang na abogado at dekano ng isang unibersidad na itatago ko na lang sa pangalang Dave) sa Dota. Sa pag-aaral at pagkaunawa ko sa iba't-ibang mga gamot ay wala pa akong natuklasan o nalamang gamot sa kaadikan sa Dota.  Ba't ba napunta sa Dota?  Anyway, hindi sa pagmamayabang, may ilan sa mga sagot ko na mali ay dapat sana tama na nakadagdag pa sana sa puntos ko kung may oras pa sana ako para pagaaralan ang tanong, yun nga lang dala ng pagmamadali at kakulangan sa oras ay hindi ko na nagawang mabago ang mga sagot ko. Ako nung una ay puno pa ng pagsisisi pagkatapos ng pagsusulit dahil sa aking ka-t****han ngunit napagtanto ko na na dapat pa rin akong magpasalamat dahil sa nakuha kong marka. Sa lahat ng bumubuo ng GMA Kapuso Foundation, maraming salamat sa taos puso niyong pagsusuporta sa ating mga kapus-palad na mga kababayan. Sa susunod kong exam mamayang hapon sa NCM-RLE ay sana mataas din ang makuha kong marka. Wish ko lang! Teka, ba't nandito pa ko, makaligo na nga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-116132043066769066?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116132043066769066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=116132043066769066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/116132043066769066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/116132043066769066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/10/sampu.html' title='Sampu'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-115771619907000083</id><published>2006-09-08T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T08:48:30.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules</title><content type='html'>Got this from a friend. This could help enlighten women about us men. It's really amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Men are NOT mind readers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;4. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Crying is blackmail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;7. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;8. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;9. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;10. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.&lt;br /&gt;11. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;16. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;17. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not! A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;18. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing..." we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine... really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation, or golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. You have enough clothes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;25. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you girls get a hint! ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-115771619907000083?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115771619907000083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=115771619907000083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/115771619907000083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/115771619907000083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/rules.html' title='Rules'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-115677217288423168</id><published>2006-08-28T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T06:36:13.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pharmacology</title><content type='html'>Yan ay isa sa mga subjects ko ngayong sem.  Ngayon ko lang nalaman na nakakapagpasakit talaga ng ulo ang mga gamot lalo na pag kinakabisado mo na ang mga pangalan nila at hindi mo sila iniinom.  Tulad ng Advil mas kelangan siya pag masakit ang ulo mo, pero pag inaral mo na, kekelanganin mo na siyang inumin pagkatapos.  Ang Diatabs, nakakapagpawala ng sakit ng tiyan pero pag inaral mo na e matatae ka na kakaisip.  Iyan ang mga kabalintunaan ng aking pagaaral ng mga gamot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalaman ko sa pag-aaral ko ng mga gamot ay...&lt;br /&gt;1.   Walang gamot sa taong tamad.&lt;br /&gt;2.   Walang gamot sa hardware.&lt;br /&gt;3.   Walang gamot sa panget.&lt;br /&gt;4.   Walang gamot sa torpe.&lt;br /&gt;5.   Walang gamot sa matakaw.&lt;br /&gt;6.   Walang gamot sa tsismosa.&lt;br /&gt;7.   Walang gamot sa bading.&lt;br /&gt;8.   Walang gamot sa gobyerno natin.&lt;br /&gt;9.   Walang gamot sa pusong sugatan.&lt;br /&gt;10. Walang gamot sa sakit ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilan lamang ito sa mga natutunan ko.  Maraming pang iba, hindi ko lang sila mabanggit lahat pero marami, promise.  Magpasahanggang ngayon ay di ko pa rin matukoy kung anong gamot ang kelangan kong inumin.  Ang alam ko lang kelangan kong aralin maigi ang mga gamot dahil kung hindi wala akong kinabukasan sa nursing.  Bow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-115677217288423168?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115677217288423168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=115677217288423168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/115677217288423168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/115677217288423168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/pharmacology.html' title='Pharmacology'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-115564221168408219</id><published>2006-08-15T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T04:43:31.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to join my relatives today in Boracay for a 3-day vacation at the island but unfortunately I had to remind myself of my responsiblities at school.  This morning while I drove my grandparents to meet up with the rest of my relatives I really felt that I'm gonna miss a lot if I'd be left behind, so when I got home I tried to book myself on an afternoon flight to Kalibo.  Still apprehensive, I wasn't sure whether or not I'd take that flight.  Later this morning when I got to school I consulted my friends about the idea and they gave me a good advice not to go.  Though my reason for coming is mainly to bond with them, still I had to consider the pros and cons.  I'd miss out an exam tomorrow and my midterm exams this Thursday.  That means I have to take a special exam and pull my grades up on the next half of the semester.  I prayed and the Lord said, "Stay."  So what I did when I got home is sleep and studied my lessons.  There will be another time and another opportunity.  I wonder what are they doing right now? ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-115564221168408219?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115564221168408219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=115564221168408219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/115564221168408219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/115564221168408219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/stay.html' title='Stay'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-115548238546709333</id><published>2006-08-13T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T08:22:11.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrimony</title><content type='html'>Weddings are wonderful. Yesterday we witnessed Vic and Charo as they exchanged their vows infront man and God. Things couldn't be more perfect since they are perfect for each other. One author said that marriage goes beyond love, its God's plan. On with the wedding, of course a lot of people came, majority were our relatives who came home from different places. For the first time we were able to meet some of our relatives from the US who arrived last Sunday. It was really nice to see them and to be with them especially on occassions like these, after all, they are family. A lot of our friends came as well, friends from our churches, family friends, and close friends. The most touching part of the ceremony was when the couple acknowledged their parents and grandparents for their efforts, for their sacrifices and for raising them as Godly persons. There were a lot of food, a lot of people, a lot of pictures, a lot of videos, a lot of fun, and a lot of good memories we will all cherish on that auspicious day. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that I was the best man...wonder when will I be the groom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-115548238546709333?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115548238546709333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=115548238546709333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/115548238546709333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/115548238546709333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/matrimony.html' title='Matrimony'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-115298016075256836</id><published>2006-07-16T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T09:18:13.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsumo</title><content type='html'>Once in a while&lt;br /&gt;You are in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about the days that we had&lt;br /&gt;And I dream that these would all come back to me&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew every moment in time&lt;br /&gt;Nothing goes on in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Just like your memories&lt;br /&gt;How I want here to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always gonna be the one&lt;br /&gt;And you should know&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Come into my life again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't say no&lt;br /&gt;You will always gonna be the one in my life&lt;br /&gt;So true, I believe I can never find&lt;br /&gt;Somebody like you my first love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;Your are in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that it will all come back to me&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew every moment in time&lt;br /&gt;Nothing goes on in my heartJust like your memories&lt;br /&gt;And how I want here to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;And you should know&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Come into my life again&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say no&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever you are still the one&lt;br /&gt;In my heartSo true, I believe I could never find&lt;br /&gt;Somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;My first love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always gonna be the one&lt;br /&gt;And you should know&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Come into my life again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't say no&lt;br /&gt;You will always gonna be the one&lt;br /&gt;So true, I believe I could never find&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if you've heard about Utada Hikaru. She's a famous artist in Japan. Too bad I don't speak Japanese and I haven't been to Japan, still, I'm a huge fan. The lyrics is from her latest single entitled First Love. It's a very nice song. I'm sure some of us can relate to this song. Enjoy! ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish I could take her home... my Japanese doll. (sigh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-115298016075256836?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115298016075256836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=115298016075256836' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/115298016075256836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/115298016075256836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/itsumo_16.html' title='Itsumo'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-115133455837550984</id><published>2006-06-26T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T08:12:15.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duty</title><content type='html'>For the record, my hospital duties start today. I was able to carry out several tasks at the hospital ward, taking vitals signs, prepared a bed for a patient, observed several procedures done by our upper class. It was a lot of fun I thought. Maybe the next days will be more tedious. I'm on my third year and I look ravishing on my all-white nursing uniform.  My CI said and I quote, "Mukha kang doctor Mr. Garcia." Aww shucks you think so?! *_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-115133455837550984?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115133455837550984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=115133455837550984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/115133455837550984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/115133455837550984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/duty.html' title='Duty'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-114849497217722571</id><published>2006-05-24T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:22:52.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Micro</title><content type='html'>My summer classes messed up my vacation.  I had to spend 3 days in a row at school from 7-7 and I don't think I'm doing well on my Micro subject.  On the other hand, I'm doing pretty well on my Nutrition subject, what can I say? I love food.  Anyway, goin' back to Micro, let's take a look how much I've learned from it.  For instance, what are nematodes?  They are roundworms, in Tagalog, mga tinamaan na magaling na mga bulate.  Isang Combantrin ka lang!  Or one dose Antioch!  Eto matindi, what is &lt;em&gt;Enterobius Vermicularis?  &lt;/em&gt;It's the scientific name for pin worm.  Eto ung kumakati sa pwet mo na ayaw maalis at talaga namang nakakabad-trip kasi di mo matanggal ung kati dali namamasyal siya sa anus mo.  Malakas makaasar ang bulateng ito.  At ang tanging magagawa mo lang ay ang buhusan ng alcohol ang pwet mo na sadyang mahapdi.  &lt;em&gt;Escherichia Coli, &lt;/em&gt;aka "E-Coli", this one is kinda familiar to us.  Ah, amoeba!  I suggest, the next time you look for a GF or BF, try looking for the amoeba-type.  Because the amoeba never leaves you when it gets into your body.  It's like saying, "I will be with you...always."  The amoeba stays dormant inside your body and wakes up &lt;em&gt;whenever&lt;/em&gt; your immune system goes low.  &lt;em&gt;Tinea Capitis.  &lt;/em&gt;Ang ganda pakinggan di ba?  Sa Tagalog, kuto.  If someone comes up to you and says,  "Hey you tinea capitis soil!"  Ibig niyang sabihin, kutong lupa ka!  What are &lt;em&gt;hermaphrodites?  &lt;/em&gt;They are the most saddest organisms on the face of the earth.  Why? They have both sexes, male and female reproductive organs.  I mean, where's the fun in that?  Di ka ba mawawalan ng ganang mabuhay kung ganun ka?  Last na lang,  naging madali lang pag-aralan ung relationships ng mga organisms.  Mutualism, commensalism, at ung pinaka-familiar satin, parasitism.  Kala ko mga bacteria lang ang may parasite, minsan mas matitindi pa ang tao.  The right term for it in Tagalog is "timawa."  When you say it to someone its like, "Pare, timawa ka naman oh!"  or "Oi ikaw, timawa ka!"  Pero shempre, mas maganda kung mutualism.  Sa pag-ibig yan ang ok!  Ayan po, sana may mga natutunan kayo sa mga konti kong naibahagi patungkol sa Micro.  Sa mga ilan pang katanungan, sumanguni sa pinaka-malapit na health center.  Have a nice day everyone! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-114849497217722571?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114849497217722571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=114849497217722571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/114849497217722571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/114849497217722571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/05/micro.html' title='Micro'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-114629176196436924</id><published>2006-04-29T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:22:41.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>Here's something to ponder on.  This was sent to me by my Buddy on one of her emails and I want to share it to my readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come to the end of all the light you know,&lt;br /&gt;and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown,&lt;br /&gt;faith is knowing that one of two things will happen:&lt;br /&gt;Either you will be given something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              &lt;em&gt;- Edward Teller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's comforting to know that God is always there for us.  Like a child, we take each step forward, by faith, that our Heavenly Father will be there to catch us so that we may not stumble and fall.  All it takes is faith, even with the size of a mustard seed.  God bless y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-114629176196436924?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114629176196436924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=114629176196436924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/114629176196436924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/114629176196436924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-114417002434577893</id><published>2006-04-04T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:00:24.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Settlement</title><content type='html'>Finally after almost two months of waiting, the insurance company finally paid the amount of the damages after our long negotiations and follow ups.  We almost ran out of patience waiting and it felt like were waiting in vain. Praise God for the people who prayed for me. Now I'll be able to enjoy my summer without worries and my mind is all cleared up before I start up with my summer classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-114417002434577893?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114417002434577893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=114417002434577893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/114417002434577893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/114417002434577893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/settlement.html' title='Settlement'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-114321636977998601</id><published>2006-03-25T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T03:42:02.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steady</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since I made my last post so here's to my fans and avid readers of this site. I'm giving you an update on what's going on. Last month, my car got wrecked while it was parked in front of my friend's house. Until now it hasn't been fixed. And it's giving me a pretty bad headache everytime I would look at the damage. Argh! Our house isn't done yet, we we're thinking of having it finished by 4 months but I think it'll be longer, but at least we've already finished a portion of it. My Bro's laptop was broken. It fell off the table when my dog dragged the cable connected to it. And the cost of the damage is more than the cost of repairs to my car. Inspite of all these things, I remember to thank the Lord for all the things He has done. I was reminded to thank and praise the Lord in all circumstances, which includes undesirable ones. On the brighter side, today is the last day of the semester. It has been a busy and strenuous semester. I'll move on to my third year after I pass my summer classes which are part of my major subjects. I take things one step at a time. God keeps me straight and steady...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-114321636977998601?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114321636977998601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=114321636977998601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/114321636977998601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/114321636977998601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/steady.html' title='Steady'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-113937838877401848</id><published>2006-02-08T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:09:04.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>From Thursday 'til Sunday (Feb. 2-5) I was at the Luneta Grandstand as part of the Metro Manila Franklin Graham Festival Choir. As I stood there singing infront of the huge crowd, I felt honored to be a part of ministering to these people thru the songs that we we're singing, it was the message of God thru our voices. I thought to myself, these people need Christ as I do. The theme was all about praising God for His goodness and love, it's about sharing the gospel, it's about bringing the good news to people that there is hope and salvation through Christ. As I sang with the 3,000+ voice choir, I felt like the earth was shaking, that the angels in heaven were singing and rejoicing with us. I was trembling and suddenly didn't notice that my eyes we're already clouded with tears. And as I glanced on the people around me, I wasn't the only one who's teary, most of the people around me we're sobbing and wiping tears off their eyes, tears of awe and joy to what God is doing at that moment. Franklin Graham is the eldest son of the world reknowned evangelist Billy Graham who once said in an interview, "Mr. Graham, as a man of your stature, is there something that you haven't known or understand about God and His word?" He simply said, "I still haven't understand the meaning of grace. God's grace." It was grace that saved me, it was grace that made me understand the meaning of Christ's salvation, it is grace that I am still here today professing that it is only by grace that we are saved through Christ...(Eph. 2:8-9) To God be the glory! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-113937838877401848?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113937838877401848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=113937838877401848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113937838877401848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113937838877401848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-113621368704704867</id><published>2006-01-02T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T07:03:03.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Just a few things that I hope to do this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Consistent quiet time. Read Bible.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't stay up late.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;4. Take time for work outs / exercise.&lt;br /&gt;5. Study, study, study.&lt;br /&gt;6. Visit my dentist.&lt;br /&gt;7. Increase my appetite but watch out for fatty foods. More H2O intake.&lt;br /&gt;8. Clean my aquarium. Get a new fish probably.&lt;br /&gt;9. Start my journal.&lt;br /&gt;10. Listen more. Talk less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might add up a few when I've sorted things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-113621368704704867?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113621368704704867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=113621368704704867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113621368704704867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113621368704704867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-113561158337006084</id><published>2005-12-26T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T07:48:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy month for me and my family. Our house is still under construction. It's been barely two months since the renovation started. Even my dog is covered with white dust. There's still a lot of work to be done though but we're almost down to the finishing touches before we can start working on another portion of our house (hopefully my room). This is by far the best thing that happened to us this year. Anyway, I had a busy time at school before our Christmas vacation, we had to finish our demos this year. I'm hoping to gain some weight during this short vacation since I'll be stuffed on parties and gatherings this coming holidays. I remember when I was younger, I used to look forward to Christmases and New Year celebrations, today it's enough for me to ponder the reason for the season. No fancy gifts this year, no special someone to greet nor to spend time with, no special surprises, just a moment spent to thank the Lord for His greatest gift, His son Jesus Christ. I hope to get back on my daily devotions and on my journal next year. I thought of having a girlfriend next year, but they don't just fall off from a tree so maybe I'll just wait, maybe I'll just buy me a new phone or study harder probably. Two things I've learned recently, first is to be contented and second is to be thankful to God. 2006 is just around the corner, I wonder what's in store for me next year... hmm... ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-113561158337006084?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113561158337006084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=113561158337006084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113561158337006084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113561158337006084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-113336575483765886</id><published>2005-11-30T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:00:01.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LSS</title><content type='html'>Don't Love You No More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Craig David&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the years that I've known you baby&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out the reason why lately you've been acting so cold &lt;em&gt;(didn't you say)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a problem we should work it out&lt;br /&gt;So why you giving me the cold shoulder now&lt;br /&gt;Like you don't even wanna talk to me girl &lt;em&gt;(tell me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know I was late again&lt;br /&gt;I made you mad and then it's thrown in the pan&lt;br /&gt;But why are you making this thing drag on so long &lt;em&gt;(I wanna know)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of this silly game &lt;em&gt;(silly games)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't figure that I'm the only one here to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's not me here who's been going round slamming doors&lt;br /&gt;That's when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care babe who's right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;What now, you're gone, my fault, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's, too late, to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I make you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I made a few mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But never thought that things would turn out this way&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm missing something now that your gone &lt;em&gt;(I see it all so clearly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the door with you in a state &lt;em&gt;(in a state)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving my reasons but as you look away&lt;br /&gt;I can see a tear roll down your face&lt;br /&gt;That's when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care babe who's right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those simple words hit so hard&lt;br /&gt;They turn my whole world upside down&lt;br /&gt;Girl you caught me completely off guard&lt;br /&gt;On that night you said to me&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-113336575483765886?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113336575483765886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=113336575483765886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113336575483765886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113336575483765886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/lss.html' title='LSS'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-113293002093243336</id><published>2005-11-25T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T06:47:00.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>I just realized that my friends and some of my relatives call me in different names.  And here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Buddy Misha, I'm Buddy, sometimes she calls me Buddy Kumag.&lt;br /&gt;To Jacob, we call each other Bading, like "Mahalo Bading! How'r you doin'? He's from Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;To Kae, I'm Jebs, but she's the one who's constipated. So instead of tae, it's Kae. Hehe...  :P&lt;br /&gt;To my Ex-girlfriends, they probably called me in different names so let's skip that.  Probably "Ex" too.&lt;br /&gt;To Nikki, I'm Bukol or Buks for short.&lt;br /&gt;To Charo, I'm Kuya Jaivy or to Ate Hazel I'm Cuzin.  They're both my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;To Vic, he calls me "Bro" like "Bro, pede bang pa-hug?" or "Bro, can I feel your biceps?" or "Bro, I like your lipstick, can I try it on?" Something like that.  hehe...  Just kidding, he's a good friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;To Tina, I'm Brother, but she pronounces it like "Brader."&lt;br /&gt;To Cathie Patotzkie, she calls me Patotz as well.  "Oi Patotz!" (sabay batok sa kanya)&lt;br /&gt;To Xandy, we call each other "Friend."&lt;br /&gt;To Genoy, we call each other "Dude." Like, "Dude, nice hair, what happened?" or "Dude, we have baon." or "Dude, they're Da Bomb!"&lt;br /&gt;To Kuya Sonny, he calls me "Kid." Like, "Kid, patulong naman sa Tatay mo ng rehistro oh..."&lt;br /&gt;To Margie, she calls me "Jaivs."  Kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;To Grace, I'm "Boy Toge."&lt;br /&gt;To my Grandma, she calls me "Mr. Nurse."&lt;br /&gt;Others call me "Tol", "Pare", "Hoy", or "Jayvee" but its plain and simple Jaivy &lt;em&gt;(hie-vi).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have missed some others but to all of them I'm a friend, well, hope it goes the same to my Ex-GFs.  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-113293002093243336?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113293002093243336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=113293002093243336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113293002093243336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113293002093243336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/names.html' title='Names'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-113180742613766278</id><published>2005-11-12T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T06:57:06.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sink</title><content type='html'>Construction is on-going. The roof is already set up. This coming week we'll be demolishing the back portion of our house including our kitchen and bathroom. It's gonna be a huge mess! This morning my brother and I went out to canvass the materials needed for our kitchen and bathroom. We went to this store where they sell all kinds of bathroom fixtures. And then we came across this fine-looking set of bathroom sink. When we asked about the price, we were dumbfounded. 27K! Ack! So we settled for canvassing faucets instead, maybe we can start from there...so much for canvassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-113180742613766278?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113180742613766278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=113180742613766278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113180742613766278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113180742613766278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/sink.html' title='Sink'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-113137696556982083</id><published>2005-11-07T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:24:21.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberries</title><content type='html'>Sembreak. Like we did last year, we went back to The City of Pines! The city of Baguio City! We were a bit early at Victory Liner bus station in Caloocan. We left a few minutes past our schedule at 2PM, all packed with jackets and sunglasses on the side. There were 9 of us on this jaunt unlike last year we were only 5. It was a smooth ride to Baguio, but I was up all throughout the trip. I would occassionally doze off, but before I get a shut eye, vendors would come aboard the bus and sell snacks, they would usually give out freebies/free taste from whatever they’re selling so we dont need to buy something from them. Hehe... It was a bit foggy in some areas along the highway going up, but the driver managed. We were in Baguio around 9PM, a dinner at Chowking then were off to our house. Since I can’t narrate everything we did, well, mostly we just had fun taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/1600/Mines%20View.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/320/Mines%20View.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Mines View Park: (L-R) Cathie Patotz, Abe (Patotz's baon), Angel, Tina, Thirdy, Ate Hazel, Nikki and nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/1600/The%20Gang.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/320/The%20Gang.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "The Housemaids" At the veranda of our house. We're slightly crazy and slightly insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/1600/Moi%20and%20Patotz.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/320/Moi%20and%20Patotz.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Strike a pose? Strike a lightning please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/1600/A%20Bug"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/320/A%20Bug%27s%20Life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Free Sunnies" Astroboy, Sadako and Mr. Chupa Chupps. Mga sosyal na pulube.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/1600/The%20Dawn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/320/The%20Dawn.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "The Dawn" After visiting our friend at the seminary, we took the liberty of taking pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/1600/Pinoy%20Big%20Jologs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/320/Pinoy%20Big%20Jologs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pinoy Big Brother Style. May jojologs pa ba samin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/1600/Spot%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/320/Spot%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "The Tribal Meeting" "Mukhang masarap yata umebak dito mga kosa!" says the leader.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/1600/The%20Mansion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/320/The%20Mansion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Haunted Mansion with the Housemaids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/1600/Spot%20the%20difference.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/320/Spot%20the%20difference.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you spot the difference? Ang mga bata sa Batibot, maliksi, masaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/1600/Oblation.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/744/320/Oblation.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one required a difficult maneuver and balance. I call it "The Astro Oblation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Nabobore na kong mag-upload nung ibang pics at kadami. We'll be back next year for more fun! See ya guys! Btw, I bought my Mom fresh strawberries. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-113137696556982083?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113137696556982083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=113137696556982083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113137696556982083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113137696556982083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/strawberries.html' title='Strawberries'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-113138046995385961</id><published>2005-11-07T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:23:44.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Just to date, the renovation of our house commenced this morning. Finally, we can call it a house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-113138046995385961?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113138046995385961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=113138046995385961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113138046995385961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/113138046995385961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-112902964472497866</id><published>2005-10-11T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T04:20:44.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I went out on a dinner with my friends at school. Finals is up this week so before we lunge back into studying mode we went out to unwind and to bond. We were dismissed quite early, so we had ample time to hang around somewhere, unfortunately when we were at the mall we had to rush back to Kae's house and back to school to secure her exam permit, otherwise she cant take her finals. After we got her permit we went to review and discuss a bit about our exam. We fetched Liezel at her house around 7PM and had our dinner at Don Henricos in Tomas Morato. It was raining hard, Elaine's curfew is 10PM so we decided to drive her home to Makati. For the rest of us, it was still quite early to go home, and its been quite a while since we had Liezel's company so we stayed at Cafe Breton at Greenbelt for some crepes and chat. I was talking with Melai and Xandy, our topic was simple, yet profound. It has something to do with discovering our life's purpose. Normally, people dont discuss about things like that, or death perhaps? I was stirred up by our conversations and getting comfy on my chair. Kae and Liezel were busy chatting also, I wonder what could they be talking about, beauty tips probably, or Pinoy Big Brother (yay!). Our tête-à-tête was getting meaty and interesting when suddenly we noticed about the time. Which explains why I was getting woozy. Its 2AM, and not the glass of something. I had to fetch Charo at Vic's place. They got stranded earlier because of the downpour so they had to go back. My day ended at around 3AM when I got home. I gave Liezel and Xandy a copy of The Purpose Driven Life book, something beyond my friendship can offer. Hope it makes a difference in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm praying for you guys! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-112902964472497866?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112902964472497866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=112902964472497866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112902964472497866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112902964472497866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-112748884911255452</id><published>2005-09-23T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:20:49.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>Buddy thanks sa quote. I'll post it here so everybody can read it. You know I love quotes. Well, I love love quotes also. I'm not familiar with the author but she sure made a lot of sense. Di naman siguro siya hopeless romantic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person."&lt;/em&gt; - W. Somerset Maugham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a very nice thought to ponder. ^_^ Wehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-112748884911255452?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112748884911255452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=112748884911255452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112748884911255452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112748884911255452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-112591594881958334</id><published>2005-09-05T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T03:25:48.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accountability</title><content type='html'>My new found friend Vic who's a Pastor, whom I met through my cousin Charo shared with me about a lot of things, but mainly we talked about our insights about how God is at work in our lives, our past experiences about relationships and its complications and how we came across each other became a blessing to both of us. He's about my age, we have the same level of insanity (and sayad nya sa taas, ako sa baba) and we both crack the same shallow jokes to each other and still giggle at it like monkeys. Being the youngest with no brother, just sisters, and me on the other hand have been with the company of women all my life which makes it fair enough to say that we share a common thing. We both love our women. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;But more to that we developed a sense of accountability with each other. His struggles became my concern and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wild guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can smell it oozing out of us like flatulence. It's hard to hold on to your horses especially when you want to let go of the reins. Buddy thinks I'm egoistic whenever I'd tell her I'm handsome, it's simply because she's a woman. Anyway, it's complicated. Rough childhood. Hehe... Of course I'm not talking about how I look, for all I know only my Mom thinks I'm handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellect? You can be wise but mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can talk about this the whole day. I realized that my Buddy and Vic both share a different perspective and yet arrive at the same supposition about choosing someone (whatever that means). Mix them up a little and it becomes coherent. I've learned much about women thru Buddy, you can't get a more complicated example than hers. That's on a positive note. At least it works for me. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one story Vic told me about women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man who wanted an absolute vacation. Far from the hassles of work and the noise of the city, so flew a thousand miles to seek for an island where he can find serenity to unwind himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while he was walking at the beach enjoying the splendor of the sunrise he found something laying partially covered in sand. It was an old rusty lamp. He tried to rub off the sand when suddenly something came out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a Jr. Genie of the lamp. For setting me free you may only have ONE wish!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just one wish? I thought you genies give out three?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haven't you been paying attention? I said I am a Jr. Genie. I only grant ONE wish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine. Give me time to think about my wish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the man was enjoying his stay on the island he thought of something that can make it possible for him to travel to the island from his home without the expense of flying all the way to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aha! That's it! My wish is for you to make a highway from my home to this beach so I can just drive my way going here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genie replied, "That will take an awful amount of cement and concrete slabs. Not to mention the laying of foundations and its structural design. It will take me about a week or so to build it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man argued, "What kind of a genie are you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm just a Jr. Genie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismayed, the man said, "Alright then, I'll think of something better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that one wish that can really benefit me. He thought profoundly and came up with a simple one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My wish is to understand my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing this the genie frowned and said, "How many lanes would you want it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we put down the phone he prayed for me. I was blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thanks to Buddy (ur da bess! remember 4evah solid sniper tayo RAWR!), to Vic, my brother in the faith (I hope you get to read this), he's almost like me but still not like me (again, buti ang sayad mo sa taas), and of course to God, because I was fearfully and wonderfully made. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated. - Confucius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-112591594881958334?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112591594881958334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=112591594881958334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112591594881958334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112591594881958334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/accountability.html' title='Accountability'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-112419178272267970</id><published>2005-08-16T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T04:42:20.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagging</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Buddy so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What are the things you enjoy doing when there's no one around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to myself.&lt;br /&gt;When alone and depressed, I talk to God as if He's in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I find somebody to bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What lowers your stress/blood pressure/anxiety level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hug.&lt;br /&gt;An encouraging verse from the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;Comforting words from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;With a friend. (alang girlfriend eh..ahihihi)&lt;br /&gt;Chowking halo-halo o kaya ice cream. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, since I need to tag somebody so, I'm tagging Kae, Grace, and Patotz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-112419178272267970?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112419178272267970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=112419178272267970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112419178272267970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112419178272267970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/tagging.html' title='Tagging'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-112374491907347501</id><published>2005-08-11T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:29:56.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy</title><content type='html'>The day is as gloomy as my countenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has gone somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect time to talk with God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to realign my priorities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-112374491907347501?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112374491907347501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=112374491907347501' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112374491907347501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112374491907347501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/gloomy.html' title='Gloomy'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-112355964109267944</id><published>2005-08-09T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:54:01.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>A Buddhist monk came up to a hotdog vendor and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make me one with everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nakakatawa di ba?  ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-112355964109267944?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112355964109267944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=112355964109267944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112355964109267944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112355964109267944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-112312792278620658</id><published>2005-08-04T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:58:42.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorize</title><content type='html'>I need to stick up to my brain the Bill of Rights of Registered Nurses. It's been a long time since I've used my neurons to memorize, I need to burn these brain cells and get some creases to my brain. On the other hand, I need to study well for my upcoming Midterm exams. My unit exams weren't impressive. I need to concentrate next week and start reading my hand outs and notes. Time to put some effort into studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sana hindi lang ako pogi, matalino rin. Oh well, mabuti ng pogi pede naman mag-aral e!" Ahihihi! ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-112312792278620658?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112312792278620658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=112312792278620658' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112312792278620658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112312792278620658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/memorize.html' title='Memorize'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-112275571648440222</id><published>2005-07-30T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T13:35:16.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>Something just struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not lighting. Something worse. Reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something that I should've done. Or something that I shouldn't have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere down the line I have missed something...or did I forget to draw the line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desisting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more step could be the precipice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-112275571648440222?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112275571648440222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=112275571648440222' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112275571648440222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112275571648440222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-112254990720511276</id><published>2005-07-28T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:24:24.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28</title><content type='html'>Today I turn 28. 28 at 28. I stopped counting my years because it doesn't affect my looks. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day with Kae working on our research for our major subject which is due tomorrow. Before that I was at my Dad's office. We went to DOH and a health center somewhere in San Andres to gather the data. Had lunch at SM Manila before we went to school for my class and for our hepa vaccine shot. I received a number of greetings from my friends and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa lahat ng nagtext, tumawag, nag-chat at bumati sakin at maging ung mga nagmessage sakin sa Friendster. Buddy, salamat dahil for once tumama ung greeting mo sa date ng birthday ko. (ang tigas mo talaga sa free-SMS ka pa nagtext) anyway, salamat na rin, you're the jologest forever! Love your hair, parang kang si Dora the Explorer. And to everyone, kilala nyo na sarili nyo kung bumati kayo, I appreciate your thoughtfulness and efforts to greet me specially to those who stayed up late just to greet me at the stroke of 12. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carbonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulo noh? Go figure! Happy Birthday to me! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord for this day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-112254990720511276?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112254990720511276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=112254990720511276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112254990720511276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112254990720511276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/28.html' title='28'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-112226851885710436</id><published>2005-07-24T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:24:35.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>Spoke to my Grandma yesterday on the phone. I talk to her with an accent, its fun that way. Haven't spoken to her for weeks now. She would usually call during Sunday mornings before I go to church or even late in the evenings. I wrote her a letter a few weeks ago regarding my "minor" requests. I asked for a copy of a nursing book by Kozier and an MP3 player. And she told me about the good news that she already ordered for the book and she even threw in some extra reviewers for the NCLEX exam. I was thrilled! The MP3 on the other hand will be handled by my Uncle Sam (who works in Sony) since my Grandma has no idea whatsover what it was, she probably thinks that its a microwave machine or a kitchen appliance of some sort. Everytime we would talk she would always ask me when will I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Matagal pa po..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's already senile at 78.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's anticipating for my coming to live with them in Sun Valley, Cali., 3-4 years from now I hope. By then I would be taking care of her and my Grandpa. Everytime I would hear her voice I feel like I'm being drawn to her closer. I wasn't the only recipient of her kindness and generosity, she provided for the education to several of my relatives including my Uncles who studied before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Take it easy Mr. Nurse, concentrate well on your studies and get here fast 'coz your Lola is getting older."&lt;/em&gt; That's her line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Be there in a jiff!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was one of the reasons why I took up nursing, she encouraged us to study long before the demands occured. She always tells me to thank the Lord for His blessings and be grateful for the opportunities and privileges that we have. And I am, for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her strange slang accent would always make me simper. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaya kelangan ko mag-practice ng English ko di ba? hehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-112226851885710436?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112226851885710436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=112226851885710436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112226851885710436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112226851885710436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-112169591193403570</id><published>2005-07-18T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T09:05:22.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXes</title><content type='html'>EXes is an equivocation. They are and were my friends. They we're my friends which evolved into a relationship and then on a twist of fate turned friends again (To put it in rather euphemistic words and not say "We broke up"). They're not "many" as people might think of. I'm just wondering how coincidental they both got in touch with me all of a sudden. Is the world coming to an end? Or maybe because I'm celebrating my birthday this month? Hehe... Well it sure is a very nice surprice present to hear from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls are already down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that after the fuss that I got them through with those relationships everything seemed to come into full circle and not a vicious cycle. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kung sinumpa lang nila ko eh sa malamang naging palaka na ko...teka, di nga ba? Wibbit! Wibbit! Hehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Kae, thanks for the copy of Hale. ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-112169591193403570?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112169591193403570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=112169591193403570' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112169591193403570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112169591193403570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/exes.html' title='EXes'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-112074006487882723</id><published>2005-07-07T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T05:44:16.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hale</title><content type='html'>The Day You Said Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me as you are, push me off the road&lt;br /&gt;The sadness, I need this time to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm freezing in the sun, I'm burning in the rain&lt;br /&gt;The silence, I'm screaming, calling out your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do reside in your light&lt;br /&gt;Put out the fire with me and find&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you'll lose the side of your circles&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'll do if we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be is all I gotta be&lt;br /&gt;And all that I see, and all that I need is time&lt;br /&gt;To me the life you gave me&lt;br /&gt;The day you said goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calmness in your face&lt;br /&gt;That I see through the night&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your light is pressing unto us&lt;br /&gt;You didn't ask me why, I never would have known&lt;br /&gt;Oblivion is falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only know me like your prayers at night&lt;br /&gt;Then everything between you and me will be all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's already taken,&lt;br /&gt;She's already taken,&lt;br /&gt;She's already taken...me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you said goodnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Kathleen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-112074006487882723?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112074006487882723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=112074006487882723' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112074006487882723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112074006487882723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/hale.html' title='Hale'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-112056835184864265</id><published>2005-07-05T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T05:59:11.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie</title><content type='html'>I watched War of the Worlds yesterday. The movie sucked. Spielberg should've named it E.T.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still...the experience wasn't a total loss. I enjoyed the company of a friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naaliw naman ako...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-112056835184864265?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112056835184864265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=112056835184864265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112056835184864265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112056835184864265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/movie.html' title='Movie'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-112031667270710937</id><published>2005-07-02T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T02:16:56.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>Just got home from my cousin's wedding. The venue was in a small chapel inside SBMA and the reception was at Olongapo Convention Center. What can I say, it was romantic. My cousin happens to be the bride, she's the third sibling and third who got hitched among my cousins on Tito Romy's side. Before her walk on the aisle, the entourage stayed at the corner of the pews holding a small cage. And as my cousin made her walk through the aisle, butterflies came out of the small cages and flew across the small chapel. I was fascinated by their beauty. They we're all over the place making the ceremonies more romantic and the ambiance more tranquil. I'm definitely gonna try that out on my wedding. And at the reception, we're bubbles. Bubbles all over the place! The motif was moss green, my Tito Tito wore a bright yellow long-sleeve shirt. He was hilarious with his huge tummy walking and goofing around. Thanks to my cousin, she gave me an idea about my future wedding. Let's just hope there will be one, someday. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baka i-try ko sakin mga salagubang at tutubi. Tapos strictly ethnic ang motif kasi naka-bahag lang ako eh. Asteg! Hehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-112031667270710937?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112031667270710937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=112031667270710937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112031667270710937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/112031667270710937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-111941309397904195</id><published>2005-06-21T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T05:01:59.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmerized</title><content type='html'>Last night (Tuesday), I went to see M.Y.M.P perform at The Tavern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place seemed to be set as a perfect background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a beautiful beach, and your smile was the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I know it'll only be for just a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the experience left me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gaya ng cel ko, buti na lang na-save ko ung image sa isip ko...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-111941309397904195?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/111941309397904195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=111941309397904195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/111941309397904195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/111941309397904195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/mesmerized.html' title='Mesmerized'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-111910544484476523</id><published>2005-06-18T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T07:37:24.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>From Buddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Total volume of music files in my computer:&lt;/em&gt; Nagpareformat ako ng comp e. Pero segmented ung hard drive ko kaya hindi naapektuhan. Di naman marami. Labo-labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last CD I bought:&lt;/em&gt; Last CD my Sis bought for me was Norah Jones. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song playing right now:&lt;/em&gt; Iris by Goo Goo Dolls, palabas kasi sa Cinemax ngayon ang City of Angels. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Well, these are the most recent songs I listen and sing-a-long with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank You - Dimsum&lt;br /&gt;2. Fallin' - Janno Gibbs&lt;br /&gt;3. The Day You Said Goodnight - Hale&lt;br /&gt;4. Kailangan Kita - Gary V. / Piolo Pascual&lt;br /&gt;5. at shempre Tell Me Where It Hurts by Juris my lab of M.Y.M.P ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang dito ba naman may survey pa. Kala ko hanggang Friendster lang. Oh well...saya naman e! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-111910544484476523?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/111910544484476523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=111910544484476523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/111910544484476523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/111910544484476523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-111824543212500018</id><published>2005-06-08T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T08:58:11.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summery</title><content type='html'>Summer isn't so bad after all. For one, I had a lot of time to sleep but didn't get any decent one for I sleep mostly during the day. Hehe... Weekends we're the busiest, we often go out with my family some place where we can go swimming or we go to weddings, child dedications, including funerals where we wake-hopped one night and etcetera, etcetera. I like weddings, I attended two, I missed out 3 I think. I like munching through the buffet tables of course, I had been an expert in being at the first in the buffet lines, and sometimes I get to proxy on weddings as a scripture reader, a candlestand, a waiter/photographer/usher but never the groom. =( Moving on, I was desperately trying to gain weight that's why wedding receptions are good for me, whenever there's an opportunity to chow, I was there. I try not to miss my work outs, I dunno if it's working for me though. I watch a lot of Anime, never read a book in ages coz I might prolly be reading a lot this coming semester. Movies, I prefer DVDs. I went to visit my Buddy twice at St. Luke's, she had a vasectomy, I mean appendectomy. Hehe... I was invited to spend a few days with my friends house in Tagaytay, the weather is good and the view is majestic. From there, we went to Puerto Galera. I got a record breaking 160km/h on the freeway, 20knots on the boat, and 60km/h on a tricycle ride going to the market which we almost had a heart-attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a funny experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked a boy how far is the market from where we're staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dun lang po mga 50mtrs. lang po mula dito. Pointing on the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wow! Ayos ah! Pedeng engineer tong batang to ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh tara, malapit lang pala e." I took of my shirt grabbed my videocam and went on. After a few meters we came across a road. Strange, we didn't see any market, only a tricycle terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brod, san dito ung palengke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, ayun po.", pointing on two small sari-sari stores behind us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, san po ung bayan na may palengke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah malayo pa...mga 7kms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nyak!" We hopped on the tricycle and went to the market. The tricycle ride was the scariest ride I've ever experienced so far. When we got off I was pretty dazed and fidgety. From there my friend suddenly noticed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brother, nakahubad ka pala?" "Wah! Nakalimutan ko si Astroboy!" "Sumakay kasi kayo agad ng tricycle e!" So that's why everybody was staring at me. We got back to the resort and was feeling really muggy already. I changed on my floral shorts and crashed on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I lied on the beach and stared at the stars. Nagising na lang ako kasi may araw na pala...Wah! Dive ulit! Sa dagat na ang hilamos at mumog tutal patay ang bad breath ko nyan sa alat ng tubig.  Swim, dive, ride on the waves, and sight seeing (if you know what I mean). Hehe! Back again in Tagaytay the following day we spent that entire evening in a restaurant/karaoke bar where we sang the night away. From there we had view of the cove down below everytime lighting strikes and lights up the sky. We got up late the following day and spent the day at home eating and biking. Too bad it was Saturday, I missed out Matt's wedding because we were still tired too travel back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Sunday, we had our worship held at a resort in Bulacan. With still sands in my shorts I went swimming again in the pool. When we got back home I was really tired and sleepy. Summer wasn't so bad after all! =D It's back-to-school time for me now...for the Nth time. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-111824543212500018?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/111824543212500018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=111824543212500018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/111824543212500018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/111824543212500018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/summery.html' title='Summery'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-111442710192193081</id><published>2005-04-25T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T04:26:11.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I went to my alma mater (PLM) and attended my Sister's graduation. I was with my family, and was the official camera man in the occassion. She got there just in time before they marched towards the field. I had a good look at my old school (yeah!), a lot of things has changed, new buildings were constructed, others were reconstructed, saw a few familiar faces including my old professors, mentors and security guards (but they don't search for my ID anymore) but the same atmosphere lingers to me when I sat at our small haven we call &lt;em&gt;"manggahan." &lt;/em&gt;As I wait for my Sister's turn to walk to the grandstand, I sat there and looked around and recalled a lot memories. Reminise is the word. Kinda nostalgic too. Saw the bench where I used to sit with my GF and just chill but most of the time argue with each other, same benches we sit with my friends while we look around for prospects (if you know what I mean), saw the &lt;em&gt;kwek-kwekan&lt;/em&gt; where me and my chums would binge ourselves eating kwek-kwek and kikiam, and of course the fun and laughter we had teasing and and playing jokes with each other while we wait for our classes. Those were the days where I had to tuck my t-shirt pero bitin naman ang pantalon ko, na nagmukha kaming kundoktor ng bus sa uniform namin for four years, isang hairstyle lang ang alam ko at may baon kami palagi ng suklay at pabango, hindi ko pa kilala si Armani at Versace pero alam ko sikat ka pag may ganun kang outfit pero ok na rin kung naka-Guess ka, may pagers mga classmates ko kaya bumili kami ng friends ko ng CP para matalbugan namin sila pero sa laki ng CP lumalawlaw ung pantalon namin e uso pa naman low waist nun kaya panay hila kami sa lonta namin pero gusto rin namin bumaba para makita ung etiketa kaya ang hirap tuloy maglakad, olive green ang una kong Doc's, may set-up ung tsikot ng classmate ko kaya sa kanto pa lang ng PLM alam na namin na dumarating na siya, mga walang sawang overnight kung san-san kunwari gagawa ng thesis, may braces pa ko nun at sandamakmak na singaw, laging laman ng mall, sinehan at arcade at nagbukas na rin kami minsan sa SM Southmall, konti pa ang population ng bading nun sa school, at marami pang iba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when I saw an old friend marched that day as he graduated from his MBA. Although I wasn't able to actually meet him, I texted him to extend my greetings. Then I suddenly realized that I'm still a student. Hopefully, three years from now I'd be able to march again and graduate from nursing. Whoa, I've graduated from that school three times and still look forward to another graduation. I personally believe that learning never ends as long as you have the desire. In other words, I have have no other choice but to study. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The more you become wise, the more you realize you know less...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I'm not wise, only handsome. Hehe... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a lot of my friends, some of them have gone far off to their careers, others have families, others I hope doing well with the decisions they made in their lives. But its nice to know that some friends would always stay true. "&lt;em&gt;Parang Royal Tru Orange, now available with grape!."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti at may mga bago akong friends ngayon...mwehehehehe... ;) Kasi ang tatanda na ng mga friends ko at ayaw kong mahawa sa kanila! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is synonymous to commencement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The end of something, the start of something new."&lt;/em&gt; - Spiderman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, in the Philippines, education becomes a luxury to the poor rather than being an opportunity for them to alleviate themselves from their state, because quality education comes expensive. Buti na lang may PLM! Naging iskolar din ako ng bayan! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program ended around 11, and we had our late dinner at a seafood restaurant where my pants almost blew off. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-111442710192193081?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/111442710192193081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=111442710192193081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/111442710192193081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/111442710192193081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/04/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-111285726179919596</id><published>2005-04-06T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T00:16:12.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violet</title><content type='html'>I heard recently from the news that oil companies are proposing a P50+ per liter price mark on petroleum products. You dont need to be an economist to be aware that this is really, really bad for the economy. After the incremental increase on a weekly basis, oil prices seem to remain unstable. And the government is not doing much about this problem. This will spawn more problems for poor Juan dela Cruz. I often hear my Dad whine about the oil prices going up, thats because he pays for the gasoline expenses. He quips, &lt;em&gt;"Sira ba ang gauge ng mga kotse at laging nakababa?" Sabay kamot sa ulo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Whenever I hear news like this, it compels me more to finish my studies and go abroad. Do we seek hope, or it finds us in waiting? Hope is the topic this month at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Hope is nice as long as you don't smoke it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never my plan to go abroad when I was in college, I didn't even dreamt of working abroad. All I ever wanted was a nice job that could help me get through the day or could probably support my small personal luxuries. In banks, or somewhere else where I can wear my cute tie. Kinda lame and shallow now as I pondered. I just realized when I had my third job that I was heading nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAPAK! KA-BLAG! ASURA STRIKE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't want me to live a mediocre life, He wants whats best for me. Hope comes from God. (1 Cor. 2:9) Dazed after deep meditation, I took a leap of faith by taking up nursing. A woman whom I met for the first time affirmed me one day when I attended a prayer meeting that if I'm sure about my decision then I should go fot it. "Go fot it!" she said. She wasn't a gypsy woman but she dresses like one. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh, pang-apat na course ko na po e." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Oh my goodness kawawa naman ang mga magulang neto...) &lt;/em&gt;di kaya eto ang naisip nya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my gulay nursing, eh business graduate ako.&lt;/em&gt; Suntok sa buwan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least alam ko kung ano ang &lt;em&gt;sphygmomanometer&lt;/em&gt;. Kaw alam mo ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh ang &lt;em&gt;stethoscope? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di ba para sa mata yun?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been working as a nurse in Australia for the past 15 years or so. She graduated from UP Manila and spent several years at PLM teaching. She wore a violet blouse, I was wearing a violet shirt. Could this be the affirmation? I believe so. I was blunt before God when I prayed for His affirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lord ung medjo obvious." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ayun, violet." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________&lt;/p&gt;"I rather see the Philippines run like hell by the Filipinos than to see it run like heaven by the Americans." - Manuel L. Quezon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, who would like to be in hell anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-111285726179919596?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/111285726179919596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=111285726179919596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/111285726179919596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/111285726179919596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/04/violet.html' title='Violet'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-111096498575160276</id><published>2005-03-16T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T02:09:31.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>In my dreams the moonlight cradles your face and your eyes twinkle in the way stars never could...&lt;br /&gt;In my sleep I hold you, you are mine, and the world conspires so that we can be together... but then I wake up and crash back into reality, that the moon shines not on your majesty but on my loneliness and in my sorrow I can only whisper your name...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-111096498575160276?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/111096498575160276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=111096498575160276' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/111096498575160276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/111096498575160276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-110966466150599401</id><published>2005-02-28T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T04:51:36.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.&lt;br /&gt;I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.&lt;br /&gt;I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so I love you because I know no other way than this: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I was feeling a lil cheezy lately so I looked up for this poem. This poem was read by Hunter "Patch" Adams as a eulogy to her girlfriend in the movie. &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='http://www.blogger.com/info.php?patch'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status='Done'; return true;" href="http://websearch01.mcclient.com/search.php?s=poem+from+patch+adams&amp;amp;rnd=586kr7"&gt;Patch&lt;/a&gt; read this poem by portion and the last portion which happens to be my favorite part was the part he read to her girlfriend's burial. Ang ganda ng poem di ba? Wish ko lang makagawa ako ng ganitong poem at hindi ako mamatayan ng girlfriend. Hehe... ^_^''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-110966466150599401?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/110966466150599401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=110966466150599401' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/110966466150599401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/110966466150599401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/02/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-110931484251851882</id><published>2005-02-24T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T23:03:38.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phenomenon</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to our gig with my friends at school. Glad they were able to make it. I wasn't really prepared to sing any song (coz I haven't attended any rehearsals) but my friends told me that they went there to see me perform, they proded me, and so I did. Anxiously, I went to ask our pianist if she can play one of Ogie Alcasid's tune Mahal Kita Walang Iba. A bit embarrased, I forgot the second stanza of the song, I had to look at my cousin and lip sing it for me so I can remember and sing the next stanza. Funny, I was lost for words last night, and my spunk left me standing there like a talking log. A phenomenon like this only my Buddy can interpret... ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-110931484251851882?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/110931484251851882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=110931484251851882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/110931484251851882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/110931484251851882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/02/phenomenon.html' title='Phenomenon'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9921572.post-110743584236663669</id><published>2005-02-03T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T05:15:21.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I here?</title><content type='html'>I'm just trying this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Buddy: Here's my blog. Maglibakan din tayo dito para masaya. =D&lt;br /&gt;@ Kae: Mauunahan din kita minsan sa first class. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;@ Everyone: Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9921572-110743584236663669?l=boy-okoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/feeds/110743584236663669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9921572&amp;postID=110743584236663669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/110743584236663669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9921572/posts/default/110743584236663669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boy-okoy.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-am-i-here.html' title='Why am I here?'/><author><name>boy okoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v617/jaivyg/Backless.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
