<?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-7660635</id><updated>2012-02-04T18:36:06.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you think you know? you have no idea...</title><subtitle type='html'>this is my life... when it rains, it pours</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-2873316101329276151</id><published>2008-03-31T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:10:49.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I should blog anymore...  Well let's see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-2873316101329276151?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/2873316101329276151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=2873316101329276151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/2873316101329276151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/2873316101329276151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2008/03/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-514419276511223183</id><published>2007-12-27T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:08:04.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened during the last 2 months...</title><content type='html'>Whoa!  It's been almost 2 months since I last updated my blog.  There's so much to tell but I can't seem to juggle my time right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to sum up all the things that happened since November, here are infarctions in my routine life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to Duty Free for the first time.  I bought badminton/tennis shoes and a whole lotta chocolates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to The Wonderful World of Dolphins with Sea Lions in Metrowalk.  I'd seen dolphins and Sea Lions for the first time and I was kinda excited.  The shows absolutely for kids, though.  Dolphins' eyes are kinda weird-looking, but I still want to be a dolphin in my next life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;During our Christmas Party in the office, I received an award, Special Citation in Dancing (ehem!) for our Video presentation of the new hires.  The prize is Php 1000 worth of gift certificates in Azzurro Bar and Bistro in Linden Suites.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was also nominated for Best Dressed Male (impersonating Jason Mraz), but lost to my office mate who impersonated Boy George.  Anyways, I still liked the fact that I was nominated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since the Christmas Party I actually rose to fame in the office.  Haha! The General Manager for Emerson even called me the "Video Star".  And lots of people congratulated me.  (The secret to that is to play silent and timid in the office, then turn on the heat later!  Voila! Instant celebrity! Haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother got married to his 6-year girlfriend.  I was one of the ushers and I remembered why I didn't want to be one:  The secondary sponsors get to wear the stupid costumes!  I wore an orange barong for goodness' sake!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm in the office right now and it seems that nothing much is gonna happen in the next few days until the New Year.  Hopefully I'd have a wonderful year ahead of me.  And another year of firsts to come ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-514419276511223183?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/514419276511223183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=514419276511223183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/514419276511223183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/514419276511223183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-happened-during-last-2-months.html' title='What happened during the last 2 months...'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-4184887619878202228</id><published>2007-11-06T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:09:28.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesto!</title><content type='html'>I Love Pesto! No need to say more - so in tribute to my most favorite pasta sauce in the world, here's a review of all pestos I've tasted in various restos (in order of decreasing preference):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate Kiss Pesto 9.5/10 - no excess oil, lots of parmesan cheese, plus crunchy walnuts - the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. World Chicken Pesto Cream 9.1/10 - tastes so good with their chicken and mashed potato! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tomato Kick Pesto 9.0/10 - wanna give credit to this small resto! beats all italian restos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tomato Kick Pesto Aligue 7.9/10 - can't taste the aligue, but tastes ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Friulli Trattoria Pesto 7.0/10 - very strong aroma, sauce is overflowing, large serving (good for 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Spaghetti Factory Pesto Classic 5.0/10 - mediocre - from color to taste....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting to taste (and judge) other restaurants! &lt;wink!&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-4184887619878202228?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/4184887619878202228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=4184887619878202228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/4184887619878202228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/4184887619878202228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/11/pesto.html' title='Pesto!'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-1898438135421345227</id><published>2007-10-10T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:44:01.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch that business!</title><content type='html'>What your brain can't see, your eyes can't see.  I find it a fact that you don't get notice some things until it tickles your mind a little bit.  Ever since I start to get myself involved in the world of logistics, I now appreciate the presence of cargo trucks in highways.  Before they were just a bunch of big trailer vans causing traffic and pretending to be kings of the road because of their size, and I never even bothered to look at them and see what kind of business they are up to.  Now I learn to appreciate their company name, the size of their van, their logo, the IATA code, their slogan and even how many times I can see them on the road and where they're heading to.  I'm beginning to learn their importance in business because I am now involved with my company's global logistics.  It amazes me all the time whenever I see Nittsu/Nippon, Dimerco, OOCL, DHL, UPS, Maersk and other small time forwarders and carriers and wonder how I haven't noticed them for the past 24 years.  I wonder what I'm gonna learn to appreciate and discover next?  Hmm, how about airports?  Sounds cool to me, heehee!  Looking forward to that!&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely going to study how the stock market works!  I never understood it since the beginning of time.  All I can see in the TV are charts going up and down, people very busy with their computers and paper works, how many points a company had gained or went down, those stock codes that never really mean a thing to me.  But when you come to think of it, people actually go ga-ga and get rich with these stuff!  Even my officemate is getting to it.  Then I ask, why don't I try it myself?  It's like doing another but more serious business!  And an adventurous way to earn (or probably lose) your money!  I'll just give myself time to have a little more money for a capital and time to study how it really works and I'll be all set!  Kudos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-1898438135421345227?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/1898438135421345227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=1898438135421345227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/1898438135421345227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/1898438135421345227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/10/watch-that-business.html' title='watch that business!'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-4112202706219375757</id><published>2007-08-28T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:39:35.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle XY</title><content type='html'>I highly recommend the TV Show Kyle XY.  It's definitely one of the best I've ever seen!  So amazing!  Despite only having 10 episodes in the first season (which I finished watching last weekend), the storyline is still perfect.  I can't wait to watch it over and over again.  It's a mixture of 7th Heaven, Jake 2.0, Smallville, Prison Break and Bones but eventually having its own original concept!  Argh!  Can't wait for season 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray is very good, too! John Travolta is awesome. I wonder if he'll win best actor or actress though.  Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-4112202706219375757?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/4112202706219375757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=4112202706219375757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/4112202706219375757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/4112202706219375757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/08/kyle-xy.html' title='Kyle XY'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-2612627719739343109</id><published>2007-08-13T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T12:38:14.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so back!  ( - and torn!)</title><content type='html'>...is the tagline of Dawn Zulueta's new billboard in EDSA.  I kinda relate myself and my current situation to it coz now I'm back working in the same company - after a month and a half of being a bummer.  And I'm also back blogging!  Haha!  I missed doing this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda torn right now to where am I gonna reside...  the easiest option is to go back to Pasig since a lot of rooms are available there and it's just a walking distance from where I work.  But thinking about it, I really don't wanna rent a bedspace, sharing a room with complete strangers.  The other option is that I can stay at Menki's and Polie's  apartment - there at least I have someone to talk to, I can even cook and move freely.  The downside is that it's much farther and I don't like the idea of commuting during midnight (since I'd be scheduled for a 3-11 pm shift soon - and probably for a long time).&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still got a whole week deciding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  My dad's gonna buy a new car soon, and I told him I'd be 'inheriting' the old car if I help him pay the remaining downpayment not covered by his company.  I hope he won't take it back coz I'm getting excited, even if the car's more than a decade old, haha!  Gotta enroll in driving lessons soon - but wait, license first! (Laugh Out Loud! Haha, probably 99.95% of the population would have used lol by this time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-2612627719739343109?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/2612627719739343109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=2612627719739343109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/2612627719739343109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/2612627719739343109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-so-back-and-torn.html' title='I&apos;m so back!  ( - and torn!)'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-4085404264582134360</id><published>2007-06-15T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T08:48:33.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed</title><content type='html'>June 15 marked a totally screwed-up day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt awkward when I took my breakfast at Starbuck's alone.  Azuri Scone and the Guava Juice tasted awesome, but the people around me makes all the uncomfy feeling.  Students from UA&amp;P chit-chatting in a coño manner, ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt bad when my colleague scolded me and lectured me on how the way things done!  He told me to ask questions if I needed to, which I didn't do at first, because I'm still not doing the recent assignment he gave me because the when I tried to do it the usual way I'm doing it didn't work, i stopped first to read other emails.  He got to ask first if I have questions, and when I said yes, he started lecturing me that I would never get it done without asking question, blah blah blah... and I don't wanna talk about it anymore.  But I really felt bad for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ground floor of our building caught fire!  So we had to climb down the stairs from the 31st floor down.  My knees hurt as we reached the exit!  Imagine going down 31 floors (technically 29 floors only since 14th and  13th floors does not exist) in 5 minutes! And we all feel nervous because we don't know what floor is on fire yet. And the sound of the alarm system strikes it right through your nerves.  Good thing the fire's not that big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a first time for everything, don't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-4085404264582134360?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/4085404264582134360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=4085404264582134360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/4085404264582134360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/4085404264582134360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/06/screwed_15.html' title='Screwed'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-4082082808562800684</id><published>2007-06-14T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T08:47:26.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come "Undone"</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day at work! Well, supposedly coz that's what my contract says. I'm so ready to say goodbye when my manager told me that they can extend my contract up to a month. I reluctantly said yes, for reasons that I'd be stuck at home again, and I'd be jobless and I could reaaly use the money. But there are more reasons that I should've said no: One, I'm not happy anymore - more of not feeling the satisfaction of working, or doing the job. Two, I'm not actually doing a job, it's more like a waste of time for me. Three, I don't like the feeling of being contractual. I can do all this work wholeheartedly if I'm a regular employee by now, coz then I know my career path is going somewhere rather than just extending the contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew later the day I got evaluated by my team, I know I got fair evaluation, but if by next week I still didn't get an interview for a regular position I'll have enough of this crap, I'll be quitting by end of the month. I could really use the time off. I can finally finish my DVD's, I can enroll in driving, I can finally process my legal documents, coz I haven't got a copy of my diploma yet, I need to get a driver's license, an NBI renewal, a new birth certificate, and if possible I wanna get a passport. After that I can finally pursue the right career path for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I right or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-4082082808562800684?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/4082082808562800684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=4082082808562800684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/4082082808562800684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/4082082808562800684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/06/screwed.html' title='Come &quot;Undone&quot;'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-4321153900045546416</id><published>2007-06-04T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T08:45:23.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 y/o</title><content type='html'>24 x 365.25 = 8766.  Today I'm exactly 8766 days old.  Well, I don't mind being that old.  What matters to me is that I can't say that I'm totally happy on my birthday.  Thankful, yes, but happiness is a totally different thing.  I'm not satisfied the way things had turned out at some points in my life, that I made mistakes and wrong decisions, but I always find a reason to celebrate, or at least smile at the end of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I still haven't cried since 2007 came, though I have lots of reasons to, and I really need it.  I guess some triggering would help me a lot.  Crying cleans your eyes, and lightens your feelings, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, happy birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-4321153900045546416?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/4321153900045546416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=4321153900045546416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/4321153900045546416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/4321153900045546416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/06/24-yo_04.html' title='24 y/o'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-1382271751371345442</id><published>2007-05-17T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T14:02:26.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa</title><content type='html'>I just watched the first season of Prison Break via DVD Marathon last weekend and I had a blast!  I was awesome!  I could even internalize the chracter of Michael Scofield for a while...I'm thinking of getting my whole body tattooed...   hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see Melinda Doolittle go, whe's awesome last night!  Now I'm all-in for Blake... though it may seem that the finale would be a little less exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-1382271751371345442?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/1382271751371345442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=1382271751371345442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/1382271751371345442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/1382271751371345442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/05/whoa.html' title='Whoa'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-827904572502145758</id><published>2007-04-11T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T13:33:31.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burp</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I'm sick or if it's just pure talent that I always burp whenever I think of burping...  I hope I'm sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since November my lungs and throat never get better, colds today and cough tomorrow, with occasional sneezing.  I just hate it! And the fact that medicines don't actually work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that my saddest moments are the times when something happens to my mouth/teeth/gums...  And I feel really depressed when I get a toothache...  Just think about something you care so much about and suddenly it has turned its back on you... poof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley Scarnato's my current eye candy on TV today...  I hope I get to see more of her on American Idol for a couple of more weeks...  But Lost's Emilie DeRavin, Evangeline Lilly and Yunjin Kim, and House's Jennifer Morrison are also gorgeous...  I'm looking forward to their 3rd seasons' series...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, Heroes is the latest craze in town... And I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-827904572502145758?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/827904572502145758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=827904572502145758' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/827904572502145758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/827904572502145758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/04/burp.html' title='Burp'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-3237511763072113425</id><published>2007-03-15T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T07:11:57.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>Biblically (or not) speaking, nung pinanganak ba tayo alam na ni God kung kelan at pa'no tayo mamamatay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly tag your thoughts and tell me if you really know the answer with or without the Bible verse... (coz I hope the answer is no...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Kahapon ko pa kasi iniisip to e...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-3237511763072113425?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/3237511763072113425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=3237511763072113425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/3237511763072113425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/3237511763072113425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/03/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-1764534590643477697</id><published>2007-03-12T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T13:12:13.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remarkable lines</title><content type='html'>Here are some unforgettable lines from songs I get to listen to… some are weird and even funny.  Hope you know them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you get when you kiss a girl? You’d get enough germs to catch pneumonia…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“His mama cries coz if there’s one thing that she don’t need it’s another little hungry mouth to feed…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What good is a love affair when you can’t see eye to eye?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Left alone with big fat Fanny she was such a naughty nanny, heap big woman you made the bad boy out of me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Money, you’ve got lots of friends crowding round the door.  When you’re gone, spending ends they don’t come no more”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If your love could be caged, honey, I would hold the key and conceal it underneath the pile of lies you handed me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats, recited it over a Hip-Hop beat, I'm having trouble saying what I mean with dead poets and drum machines”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can see your body moving half animal, half man”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To the beach shore and scooby snacks, I met a fly girl and I can't relax”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t call me daughter, not fit to the picture kept will remind me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, why did you disconnect the brakes of my car that kind of thing is hard to ignore?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can buy your hair if it won’t grow, you can fix your nose if he says so you can buy all the make-up that mac can make”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you more than all that’s on the planet - moving, talking, walking, breathing!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ouga Chaka ouga! ....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now your daddy don't mind, and your Mommy don't mind, if we have another dance, ya, just one more time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jeremiah was a bullfrog, was a good friend of mine”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can't do my homework and I can't think straight”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My initial reaction is I’d be giving love not a facsimile of”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s funny how a man only thinks about the *beep*, You got real big heart but I’m looking at your *beep”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-1764534590643477697?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/1764534590643477697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=1764534590643477697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/1764534590643477697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/1764534590643477697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/03/remarkable-lines.html' title='Remarkable lines'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-1272940745425385505</id><published>2007-02-27T07:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T07:18:49.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>This was a personality test result taken during our pre-graduation proper in high school 7 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Louie’s personality test result reveals that he is an intelligent, self-sufficient and resourceful person.  It means that he has a high general mental capacity which will be helpful in his educational plans.  It also shows that he is inclined to have more intellectual interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Although at times he disregards rules and obligations, he could be serious and accustomed to making his own decisions.  He seems to prefer older friends and mature interests.  His personality profile also indicates that he is introspective, concerned and full of care to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“-t.v.narvaez&lt;br /&gt;Feb 28, 2000”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this now, I was wondering if she’s referring to the right person.  I think about it, at least 80% of it is not me, at least not me anymore.  When she (our guidance counselor) was discussing that to me I felt overwhelmed that deep down in my subconscious mind I am this person – and the irony of it is that I needed someone to tell me that, or some psychologist knows me better than myself.  Now the question is:  Where did my entire personality go in 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really wonder what she meant by older friends.  She told me that time the term “older” refers to age, but as time goes by I began thinking and feeling that older refers to “not new” friends.  But at this point in time, having lost contact to a bunch of them had made me prefer newer, and even younger ones.  Talk about confusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-1272940745425385505?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/1272940745425385505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=1272940745425385505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/1272940745425385505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/1272940745425385505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/02/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-3433808257928228890</id><published>2007-02-21T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T07:08:32.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DVD Craze</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching all of my DVD's of US TV series.  I've gotta say they're all good!  Bad news is that I'm gonna have to wait till May to start collecting the new season for every series again.  Aargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alias - Seasons 1-5: check&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Housewives - Seasons 1-2: check; season 3: up to episode 1o only&lt;br /&gt;Supernatural - Season 1: check&lt;br /&gt;House MD - Seasons 1-2: check&lt;br /&gt;Lost - Seasons 1-2: check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future prospects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmpf!  I hate waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-3433808257928228890?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/3433808257928228890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=3433808257928228890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/3433808257928228890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/3433808257928228890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/02/dvd-craze.html' title='DVD Craze'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-1932973142024536176</id><published>2007-02-12T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T07:02:19.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside a hidden vault</title><content type='html'>What would you do if you can open a vault that is not yours – would you open it and see what’s inside?  Or if you find someone else’s diary – would you read it?  Only to find out other people’s shocking secrets inside and now it’s also yours to keep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Digression)&lt;br /&gt;Skeletons in the closet…  Lies… Deception…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what most people have now these days, huh?  I want to feel that I’m betrayed, but who doesn’t have secrets?  I also do.  I also lie.  Everybody knows what’s right and wrong.  Most of the time I do what’s right, or what I feel is right, that eventually turns out to be wrong, but I learn to repent (most of the time, at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is morality anyway…&lt;br /&gt;(End)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I opened up a vault and found myself sneaking into a stash newly done secrets – which, of course, I’m not supposed to find out.  But this thing’s heavy - quite heavier than my brother’s own deception.  Now I know two similar secrets.  But I have to deal with only one of them, and the other stays buried aground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-1932973142024536176?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/1932973142024536176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=1932973142024536176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/1932973142024536176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/1932973142024536176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/02/inside-hidden-vault.html' title='Inside a hidden vault'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-116907379322441408</id><published>2007-01-18T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T06:43:13.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new work</title><content type='html'>i just started my new work as a steel analyst in emerson gmdc.  i don't know if i'm happy with my decision, coz i'm all alone here - no friends and nobody even talks to me.  aargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm still using this blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-116907379322441408?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/116907379322441408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=116907379322441408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/116907379322441408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/116907379322441408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-work.html' title='new work'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-116660288861109029</id><published>2006-12-20T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T16:21:28.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...............................</title><content type='html'>i'm searching for a better blog site. until then you won't hear anything from me... hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-116660288861109029?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/116660288861109029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=116660288861109029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/116660288861109029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/116660288861109029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='...............................'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-116375874921093184</id><published>2006-11-17T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T18:19:09.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AT LONG LAST!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>at last!  tapos na board exam!!! wala pang results pero whatever happens hindi na ko uulit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa wakas magagawa ko na lahat ng gusto ko!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my education is finally over (for now, kasi balak ko pang magaral)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-116375874921093184?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/116375874921093184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=116375874921093184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/116375874921093184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/116375874921093184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/11/at-long-last.html' title='AT LONG LAST!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-115805178678852373</id><published>2006-09-12T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T09:49:54.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pa-cutey</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday e first time kong manuod ng cheering sa Araneta, weird kasi kung kelan graduate na ko tsaka lang ako nakapanuod.  Ang gagaling ng lahat ng sumali, deserving magplace lahat in fairness.  3rd ang UP, ok lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-uwi ko, bumaba ako sa right side ng MRT Taft.  Naalala ko Fans Day nga pala ni Kris Lawrence so pumunta muna ko.  Patapos na pala at hindi rin ako nagstay, narinig ko lang yung kanta sa liit nung venue.  Galing grabe!  At dumaan pa sya sa harap ko.  Kasing laki ko lang.  Ang hindi nya alam a nakasalubong nya ang next singing sensation - ako yun! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come in Monday, nag-exam ako s First Gas Holdings sa Benpres Building.  Pag-aari pala sya ng mga Lopez.  Hmm, mejo mahirap ang exam.  wala kasi akong alam sa mga environmental ek-ek.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exam, nagtry akong dumalaw sa WELS pero nahiya ako so naglunch na lang ako sa Mega.  Biglang nagtext yung isa kong kaopisina dati na nasa tapat lang sila ng Building ng WELS, jobhunting.  Tinanong ko kung sino kasama nya, sabi niya sina Nikki at Maria.  Ayos!  So nakipagkita ko sa kanila.  Haha!!!  Exciting!!!  Ang balak ko tuloy na umuwi ng maaga e naudlot.  Ayos lang, sulit naman e.  I took a picture of us together.  Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;at sa lahat ng pwedeng makitang artista, si Jay-R pa ang nakita ko!  hmp bwict!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won't definitely be the last!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-115805178678852373?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/115805178678852373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=115805178678852373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115805178678852373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115805178678852373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/09/pa-cutey.html' title='pa-cutey'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-115664699478781388</id><published>2006-08-27T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T10:49:54.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss ‘em</title><content type='html'>My 6-week job is over.  Being in WELS is like taking up chemical engineering.  I don’t like the main course, but I love everything that goes with it – friends, nice officemates, and God bless for my students!  I would surely miss them.  In fact I’m missing them now.  It feels like I’ve already had teen kids of my own.  Henry’s very intelligent, that makes him my best student.  Jam is very friendly, talkative and also does well in his studies.  John, the playful one, I know you don’t want to study but I hope you’d learned something from me.  Emily, very shy girl, I hope you learn to speak fluent English.  I’d also miss Ben, though you’re not my student, we became very close.  And I can’t forget the chubby John Joh, the playful Cole, the scary Eric, Johnny, Jasmine, Nina (who I often tease and call Christy), Eddie, James Jr, and all the other students around that academy.  So long kids!  I hope you come back in Winter Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d miss my office berks Valene and Ray (talentado sobra!), and also Maria (aaaw!)  But I know we’ll see each other again. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m back to my review and square one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-115664699478781388?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/115664699478781388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=115664699478781388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115664699478781388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115664699478781388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-miss-em.html' title='I miss ‘em'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-115664967812602245</id><published>2006-08-19T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:41:09.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pix</title><content type='html'>pictures from wels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my students: jam, john, henry, emily (leftmost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/HenrySe-GeulLee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/HenrySe-GeulLee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/JamBum-GuKwon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/JamBum-GuKwon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/sc11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/sc11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/JohnHe-MoonPan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/JohnHe-MoonPan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. teachers, korean students, ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/welsteachers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/welsteachers2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/BenJung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/BenJung.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/ValeneRayLouie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/ValeneRayLouie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/koreanstudents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/koreanstudents.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-115664967812602245?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/115664967812602245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=115664967812602245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115664967812602245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115664967812602245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/08/pix_19.html' title='Pix'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/oatmealandmilk/WELS%20Academy/th_HenrySe-GeulLee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-115302105514683133</id><published>2006-07-16T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T11:37:35.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest sickness ever!</title><content type='html'>Grabe! i was sick the whole week! at habang sinusulat ko to e hindi p ko totally magaling.  Nagstart siguro to nung kinain ko lahat ng isaw sa bahay.  Kasi nung Lunes, pupunta dapat ako ng UP, at di na ko nakatuloy kasi nagsuka na ko sa kanto ng Salitran.  Well, after nun e sumakay pa ko ng bus, pero pagdating sa Imus e bumaba na ko kasi I'm not really well. Tinawagan ko na si Erik na next time na lang namin ayusin yung transcript.  Pag-uwi ko sa bahay, i got constipated.  Nawala siya nung Wednesday kaya naka-attend pa ko ng training sa work, pero after Thursday's training e bumalik siya.  Grabe, halos every hour nasa CR ako.  Napaabsent tuloy ako sa review.  At kainis yung parents ko, hindi man lang ako naisip ipatingin sa ospital.  Hmp!  Hay sana tuluyan na kong gumaling bukas dahil ayokong umabsent sa trabaho.  6 weeks lang yung work na yun at sayang ang kikitain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil sa sakit ko, hindi ko na maaayos ang transcript ko&lt;br /&gt;At masarap pala and Dutch Mill&lt;br /&gt;Thanks kay Gemeni, kaw na ang official pharmacist ko.   Buti n lang may kabarakada akong nag-pharma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-115302105514683133?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/115302105514683133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=115302105514683133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115302105514683133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115302105514683133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/07/longest-sickness-ever.html' title='Longest sickness ever!'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-115224230688446346</id><published>2006-07-07T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:18:26.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Allegory of Dicks, Pussies and Assholes</title><content type='html'>This is my most favorite quote from a movie.  It came from the movie “Team America”.  The movie is fantastic and hilarious, and the quote maybe a little comedic and obscene, but try to understand the sense of it and you’ll see it’s a meaningful statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gist:  Gary is the lead character, the leader of an unlikely bunch of heroes, Kim Jong Il (fictional character) is the master villain and Alec Baldwin (fictional character) is sort of Kim’s major follower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote goes like this (Gary saying):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am a dick, Alec Baldwin is a pussy, and Kim Jong Il is an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Pussies don’t like dicks because pussies get fucked by dicks,&lt;br /&gt;But dicks also fuck assholes,&lt;br /&gt;Assholes who just wanna shit on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way, but the only thing that can fuck an asshole – is a dick with some balls.&lt;br /&gt;The problem with dicks is that sometimes they fuck too much&lt;br /&gt;Or fuck when it isn’t appropriate&lt;br /&gt;And it takes a pussy to show them that.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes pussies get so full of shit that they become assholes themselves,&lt;br /&gt;Because pussies are only one inch and a half away from assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know much from this crazy, crazy world&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that if you don’t let us fuck this asshole,&lt;br /&gt;We are gonna have our dicks and our pussies all covered in shit!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama naman siya di ba?  Now are you a dick, a pussy or an asshole?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-115224230688446346?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/115224230688446346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=115224230688446346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115224230688446346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115224230688446346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/07/allegory-of-dicks-pussies-and-assholes.html' title='The Allegory of Dicks, Pussies and Assholes'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-115224227171722311</id><published>2006-07-06T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:17:51.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barkada Trip Epilogue – Everybody Loves “The One”</title><content type='html'>Sa isang barkadahan, most likely sa isang medyo malaki-laking grupo, merong isang taong laging nangingibabaw.  Kumbaga siya ang common friend/common denominator ng barkada.  Everyone loves him/her.  S/He’s everybody’s favorite pal.  Kumbaga siya ang strongest link na nagbobond sa kada.  S/He can hang out with everyone in the group and can spend a moment alone with a single kada member without feeling estranged.  I know that I don’t play that role.  I remember high school.  Nung high school sa tropa namin, si Lorena ang gumanap ng papel na yun.  Lorena is just about everybody’s favorite.  Hindi siya mauubusan ng kwento at ng gagawin kahit kayong dalawa lang.  She can hang out with Limuel, with Prince, with Thine, with Jayrold, with Jen, and with everybody else and always end up with a quality time spent.  I can’t walk and talk with Prince alone, I mean, anung pag-uusapan namin?  Di rin pwedeng magsama sina Limuel at Jen, may tensiong magaganap.  Ang point ko lang ay lahat kami magkakaibigan, berks nga e.  Pero merong certain level ng friendship ang bawat miyembro ng barkada sa kapwa nila.  And siguro ang highest level ng friendship e kay Lorena kaming lahat.  Labs ka naming lahat Lore! &lt;yikee!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to college.  There’s 12 of us:  Me, Mike, Rob, Maja, Angge, Steve, Pol, Pads, Menki, Mark, Elpee, and Martin.  I used to hang out with Mike, then Mike and Angge, then Rob, then Rob and Mike, then to Maja and Mike, then to the rest of the gang.  If I remember correctly I think I may have spent some time alone with everyone for a couple of chit-chats, though I did not feel alienated, I know I can’t be common link to everybody.  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to be the one.  I just noticed the behavioral patterns of the group.  And I think I can conclude that Lorena’s counterpart is Rob.  No questions asked.  He’s easy to get along with everybody, makwento, can entertain everyone, and I think he can influence us all.  Even though he’s not around, his presence can always be felt (Feel the power – omnipresent ba ito? Hehe joke).  Seriously, ramdam ng lahat yung absence niya nung time na wala siya (I hope I don’t offend anyone in the kada). And after the jampacked gimiks balik Tate na uli siya.  I told him he’s everyone’s fave guy, I don’t know if he believed me, and I don’t know if everyone else feels the same way I do, but I think that’s the way it is lang talaga. (“,) Saya no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-115224227171722311?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/115224227171722311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=115224227171722311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115224227171722311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115224227171722311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/07/barkada-trip-epilogue-everybody-loves.html' title='Barkada Trip Epilogue – Everybody Loves “The One”'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-115224219647983553</id><published>2006-07-05T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:16:36.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barkada Trip Part 3:  Thank you’s</title><content type='html'>2000 – 2006.  UP Diliman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person we crossed paths with has something to share.  I learn to appreciate what my friends unconsciously taught me.  It’s best to thank them for the simplest things they’ve done to me (parang mamamatay na ko no?).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rino&lt;/span&gt;, my first college pal and my first and only roommate, for helping me cope up with the pressures of college life, and for sharing me his magazines.  I thank &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;KJ&lt;/span&gt;, for listening to me when I confide to her and cry buckets of tears, and it all happened at Robinson’s Galleria at a much unexpected moment.  I thank &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pepot &lt;/span&gt;for taking up ChE with me.  I thank &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jurrel&lt;/span&gt; for letting us stay in his boarding house during the wee boring hours of break during freshmen year, and for many other things such as the funny jokes.  I thank &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jhovy&lt;/span&gt; for teaching me the diaphragm technique in singing.  I may not have mastered it, but I’m trying.  Thanks to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt; for letting me stay in her pad, lending me her laptop when I badly need it and sharing her stories.  To &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rox&lt;/span&gt;, I thank this guy so much because from him I learned how to use my emotions.  They usually say before na bato ako, but not anymore.  I also learned the value of best friendship for the first time.  I may not know you anymore because you’re gone, but wherever you are just hoping you’re ok.  Thank you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gidget&lt;/span&gt; for minding other people’s business, sometimes it helps.  It helped me to remember that I still have an academic life to finish.  To &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pH&lt;/span&gt;, one of my bravest pals, thank you for making me feel that some people actually appreciate me.  Thanks &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Erik &lt;/span&gt;for the mini favors I keep asking you, I forget to say thank you.  Thanks to the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cheeky Girls&lt;/span&gt;:  Iche for the Desperate Housewives CD, and for helping me out with 142; Erma for the bracelet I had you made for my birthday, and you’re welcome because I introduced you to the Black Forest Zagu; Buddy Waqs for my sig sheet and Ham; Shally for the AI season 5 cuts; Maits for most of the time offering her house during overnights; Anne for tolerating and sometimes imitating my ‘yeah, yeah’ expression; and Pame for The Longest Yard and for consulting to me when you needed one (remember yung sa text?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tagalog nmn&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brando&lt;/span&gt;, pinapahiram mo ko ng t-shirt pag kelangan ko, pati sa AI season 3 MP3, at sa mga kwento mo sa text dati.  Kay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Angge,&lt;/span&gt; dahil madami kang kinukwento sa kin, especially sa lovelife (haha!) tsaka for demonstating the amusing judo tricks.  Kay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maja&lt;/span&gt;, dahil tinuruan mo ko ng Tennis, sa dried mangoes from Cebu, at sa card na binigay mo sa kin last year.  Salamat kay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rob&lt;/span&gt; dahil I had a best bro, dahil nakakain ako sa Max Brenner, dahil trineat mo ko nung birthday ko at dahil sabi mo e good influence ako sa iyo.  Kay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Martin&lt;/span&gt; kasi sinamahan mo ko bumili ng USB, na ngayon e nag-swap na tayo, hehe.  Kay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Elpee,&lt;/span&gt; kasi hindi mo ko sinusungitan tsaka sa pagtitirintas mo ng buhok ko, yippee!  Kay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Teban&lt;/span&gt; para sa pagpapahiram mo ng t-shirt nung nabuwisit ako kay Mike tsaka pag nagoovernight ako sa inyo, at dahil nakakatawa ka sobra (walang dead moments, naman!)  Kay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mark &lt;/span&gt;dahil pinapatuloy nyo ko sa BBH, sa pagsuporta nung VP pa ko, at dahil sinabi mong mamimiss mo ko, nyak nyak!  Kay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Polie&lt;/span&gt;, like Teban, sa mga damit pambahay, at dahil na rin enjoy pag nagoovernight sa Parañaque.  Kay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Menki&lt;/span&gt; kasi binabasa mo lagi ang blog ko tsaka kinakausap mo ko paminsan tungkol sa lovelife, Yikee cheesy!  Kay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pads&lt;/span&gt;, kahit mas naging close lang tayo nung umalis ka din a nagpakita.  Salamat sa technology ng SMS.  I learned from you kung pano sulitin ang pera sa sinehan – ulit-ulitin!  Haha!  I remember he told me that he watched the Da Vinci Code three times.  Ginawa ko siya sa X-Men 3!  Superb!  Kay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yacel,&lt;/span&gt; kasi sabi mo favorite ECmate mo ko, syempre kaw din.  At tsaka sa pag-uupdate mo lagi ng kwento sa kin, pati na rin sa button pin ng EC.  Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-115224219647983553?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/115224219647983553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=115224219647983553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115224219647983553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115224219647983553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/07/barkada-trip-part-3-thank-yous.html' title='Barkada Trip Part 3:  Thank you’s'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-115224191728919758</id><published>2006-07-04T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:11:57.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barkada Trip Part 2: Laughter and Company</title><content type='html'>1996-2000:  I-Mercury 1, II-Sampaguita, III-Platinum, IV-Einstein.  I get to be really close to girls this time.  Actually, the girls also outnumber the boys, and the other boys were the bully-type, so I chose the good side.  I had a numerous good laughs, and a bunch of good friends.  If we’re gonna have a High School Reunion reality show here are their tag names…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alpha:&lt;/span&gt; the skinny comedienne – she reminds me of Gelli de Belen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rizwan:&lt;/span&gt; half-Pakistani artist – I miss this guy! Can’t find him in friendster though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gemeni&lt;/span&gt;: Giordano girl – man, this girl is a Giordano fanatic back in high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Julie An&lt;/span&gt;n: frank one; the one everybody hates when she’s dancing, and I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lorena:&lt;/span&gt; Math genius – everybody’s favorite gal in our group, plus she’s the one with the sex appeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paulyn:&lt;/span&gt; salutatorian – she’s a fighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cyox:&lt;/span&gt; Mr. Nice guy – yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Limuel:&lt;/span&gt; curly top – he’s a good cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Philip:&lt;/span&gt; the corps commander – overweight isn’t a handicap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; Amazon girl – don’t need to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jhepe:&lt;/span&gt; silent one – but we get along well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thine:&lt;/span&gt; not-so bitch with a sweetheart – never matches sleeveless with shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prince:&lt;/span&gt; ungentle man – trying to be touchy, but he’s not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Riza: &lt;/span&gt;the studious one – strives to be on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jayrold:&lt;/span&gt; lazy whiz kid – intelligent, but lazy.  He’s into soccer and musical instruments though &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanong:&lt;/span&gt; happy-go-lucky – they say he has a funny face.  I agree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-115224191728919758?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/115224191728919758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=115224191728919758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115224191728919758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115224191728919758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/07/barkada-trip-part-2-laughter-and.html' title='Barkada Trip Part 2: Laughter and Company'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-115224179115352706</id><published>2006-07-03T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:09:51.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barkada Trip Part 1: Young at heart</title><content type='html'>Mid 1980’s:  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Manny and Bernadette&lt;/span&gt; were our sibling neighbors whom we (my brother) used to play with.  Then there’s Allan and Apple who were the kids of my mother’s friend.  They were my first playmates when I was still in Parañaque.  TJ, my second cousin in Ilocos, is the only playmate I could remember when we were still kids spending vacation in Narvacan.  I saw him again when Tatay (grandpa) died in 1998, and we weren’t close anymore.  The last time I saw him was way back in 2001 when we were both ushers in my uncle’s wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1989: Kindergarten. Section Pink.  I remember &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Patrick&lt;/span&gt; was my first friend in school.  Our mothers were officemates if I remember correctly, but I don’t remember anything we have talked about.  So much for the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1991: Grade 2.  Section Sampaguita.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Josan&lt;/span&gt; was one of my first girl friends (and that’s just a girl who is my friend).  She’s a mestiza, and kinda chubby.  She’s also my crush back then.  We were each other’s favorite seatmate.  We’re still friends, although only in FRIENDSTER, and I doubt if she could remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1992: Grade 3.  Section Ruby.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Phillip Norman and Kenneth&lt;/span&gt; were my berks back then.  If all of us have one thing in common, that is we love to draw.  I am an average sketcher; my drawings were lifeless although not bad for a 9-year old.  Kenneth was the worst.  He would always draw X-Men characters with muscular bodies that look like nimbus clouds.  They were all amateur sketches, I’m sorry to say.  But Phillip is the artistic one.  At our age, his drawings were comparable to an expert’s (I remember in Grade 4, when I transferred to another school, I found out that Phillip spent his first grade there, and he drew himself and his crush Inah kissing each other, and my classmates said it looked real).  I guess he’s one amazing boy.  I thanked Kenneth for all the X-Men cards he gave to me; I have memorized their roster up until now. Ü  I thanked Phillip because he’s one of the best buds I had when I was still in Regis Marie (I tell you, I was struggling in that school, I was good in academics, but my self-esteem is low – thanks to one of my teachers Mrs. Castillo who doesn’t seem to like me and to some bully students, I really didn’t get to enjoy primary education).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1993-1996: Grade 4-Beryl, Grade 5-Crystal, Grade 6-Coral.  I was a transferee back then.  My first couple of friends was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mario&lt;/span&gt; and Andy.  We often spend recess and lunch together.  I also remembered that the three of us had ‘paluwagan’.  I didn’t understand how it worked during that time, but I remembered that during the sweldo days, I got the highest amount and I don’t know why.  Mario was in the other section during grade 5, so we weren’t as close anymore.  Andy and I stayed good friends, I guess I considered him as my best friend during that time, and we became a part of a bigger kada.  As kids we formed a superhero kiddie group X-Men.  I remember Andy was Cyclops, I am the Beast and the rest of the gang were Jeffrey, Jeremiah, Marco (these 3 were all 3 pastors’ sons), Nerwin, Edmar, Oigimer (Wolverine), Raphael, Gerly, Aleah, Amor, Faye, Basilico, Gerald, Marlene, Jules, Pamela among others.  I remember we used to play baseball using badminton racket, competing each other in the rankings of academics and fighting over miserable childhood issues.  In grade 6 we, the boy, were the Magnificent 10 with Arjay joining the crazy gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Andy:&lt;/span&gt; we were so close back then, and he used to be my best bud.  But early part of grade 5 he had a fight with all the barkada and we haven’t talked since.  Later part of grade 6 the rest of the berks reconcile except me.  I guess saying sorry isn’t my forte.  We graduated without even talking and we haven’t heard a word from each other since.  Talk about a lost friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jeffrey:&lt;/span&gt;  I think this guy is already a minister.  I saw him during freshman years in college and said he’s planning to pursue evangelical ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jeremiah:&lt;/span&gt;  took European Languages in UP Diliman but I think he’ll also pursue an evangelical ministry course afterwards.  He used to be the blabbermouth of the kada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;:  he was the former organist in our church.  I thought this guy’s gay, but when I saw him in college he’s a grown up man already.  The thing I learned from this guy is how to draw an Olympic stadium.  Yes, an oval Olympic stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marco:&lt;/span&gt;  he’s one of my favorite friends.  He’s the silent one and likes to keep his cool.  Ironically, when I first met him he tried to punch me.  I learned from him that life isn’t always easy.  I remember they were financially unstable, probably because when your father is a pastor salary ain’t that enough.  I gave him a book called “Hans Brinker or The Silver Skates” as a graduation gift.  I know that he’ll also pursue an evangelical ministry and is now in USA.&lt;br /&gt;Oigimer:  somebody who’s in the middle of being a good son to the black sheep of his family.  He’s the rebellious type of person.  The son of the owner of our school service, I guess we were good friends back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Basilico:&lt;/span&gt; I forgot if we were that close to each other, but I remember that I was in his political party when I ran for the Student Government.  I guess I believed in his ideals, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arjay:&lt;/span&gt;  already an architect, he used to be a skinny little boy with a very, very good handwriting.  Last year he told me on friendster if I could find him a girlfriend.  Hello! I wish I had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nerwin&lt;/span&gt;:  we don’t always talk to each other, but he was my teammate in our school’s version of Battle of the Brains.  Guess what, thanks to his fast buzzing, we won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jules:&lt;/span&gt;  This boy taught me how to play DragonBall Z computer games.  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Raphael:&lt;/span&gt;  Not one of the good guys.  Actually I don’t consider this boy as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Faye:&lt;/span&gt;  She used to treat us during her birthdays.  Thanks to her I get to eat at Wendy’s during that time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gerly: &lt;/span&gt; took up Food Tech in UP.  She used to be a sweet girl and if I remember correctly she’s kind to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marlene:&lt;/span&gt;  this girl’s a lady Flash.  She runs so quickly and is our bet during Intramurals.  Thanks to her, I learned how to expound my assignments in Civics and Culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joy:&lt;/span&gt;  She said I was her best friend.  She’s kind but I think she’s the matapobre type back then.  I still have the Dictionary she gave to me as a graduation gift.  I heard she’s getting married anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Frewin&lt;/span&gt;: childhood sweetheart haha!  Self-proclaimed.  I kinda like her a lot during elementary days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aleah and Amor&lt;/span&gt;:  siblings.  Nobody could ever beat t&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;heir love for each other.  Guess blood is really thicker than water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gene:  I learned a few vulgar words from this boy and how to act rebelliously.  Don’t get me wrong, he’s a good boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-115224179115352706?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/115224179115352706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=115224179115352706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115224179115352706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115224179115352706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/07/barkada-trip-part-1-young-at-heart.html' title='Barkada Trip Part 1: Young at heart'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-115224156886637713</id><published>2006-06-28T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:06:08.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Die?</title><content type='html'>Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr are the only 2 remaining Beatles left (I wonder if the original member before Ringo got into the band was still alive).  I feel kinda bad because my brother and I placed a bet on which of the two will die first – and what a type of bet is that!  Not that we wanted them to die anytime soon, but there’s no harm in it I guess.  He picked Paul to die first, and since Ringo was the only choice (btw he’s my favorite Beatle) the bet is on.  Php 100 if they die by 2006 and it increases Php 100 every succeeding year they survive alive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s wrong in dying.  Sometimes I wanted to die, too.  But when I think of all the things I still wanted to do in my life, I sit back and think again.  I’d still want to have a family, a career, a good life.  I still would want to know the future ahead of me.  What could’ve been?  And I still wonder how will I die? Sickness?  Accident?  Crime?  Old age?  Sometimes I imagine myself falling off from a tall building or being stabbed by a murderer.  Haha!  But I think I’d go for death due to sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid of dying; the only thing I am afraid of is that I might go to hell.  I’ve not been a very good boy these past few years and I think I haven’t done enough things to repent.  I strongly believe in religion though sometimes I take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days are depressing.  I think I am in a state of a mild depression for things I can only explain to myself.  At the end of the day, life is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-115224156886637713?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/115224156886637713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=115224156886637713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115224156886637713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/115224156886637713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/06/wanna-die.html' title='Wanna Die?'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-114983092483813655</id><published>2006-06-09T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:28:44.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Etch-a-Sketch</title><content type='html'>After I seemingly let 5 years pass, that I was unconsciously focused myself on other things, I believe that I am ready to go back to my old-time favorite hobby: drawing.  I am not much of a great artist, I just like to draw.  My sketches seem lifeless though, but they’re not bad.  It’s just that I don’t know how to properly shadow my sketches, draw in full detail nor use oil pastels and crayon magic.  But drawing has always been my first love, and the last time I remembered that I seriously drew sketches was way back in first year college, when I drew Cannonball, Psylocke and Sauron.  Apparently these sketches were still with me, and they were the best yet I can offer.  It’s just that the Hype of watching X-3 made me missed the old times.  I recalled illustrating Jollibee mascots, X-Men and beautiful women.  I wish I could really learn the techniques of sketching, but I know it’s a little bit late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days (and hopefully soon enough) I will get back to sketching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-114983092483813655?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/114983092483813655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=114983092483813655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114983092483813655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114983092483813655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/06/etch-sketch.html' title='Etch-a-Sketch'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-114983106620572228</id><published>2006-06-08T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:31:06.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circles Round The Moon</title><content type='html'>I just want to share one of my favorite songs way back in ’02 (Can you guess who the singer is without checking on the web?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a feeling morning and evening/Baby when you get home/I got a vision, my superstitions gone/Baby I’m shining you got me flying/Throw me a silver line/Pull me down slowly, kiss me and hold me tight/ We can’t hide it/We can’t fight it/Just to feel as you believe/(Chorus) I put a spell on my heart for ya/Wishin’ on a little star for ya/Kinda magic in everything we do/I’d live and I’d die for ya/Get a little bit high for ya/Forever couldn’t come too soon/Running circles round the moon//I’m moving over, you’re getting closer/Heaven is in your eyes/Mystical wonder flowing into our lives/Spirits are waking to the love that we’re making/Angels are on our side/Watching and waiting, catching the joy we ride/(Chorus)//Out of my mind/Chasing circles of love, just to find/Every lifetime/It’s always you/(Chorus)//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute ng lyrics no? Magical…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-spoiler:  I had myself wrote a couple of rhymes and I turn several into songs, adding tunes to them which is just stuck on my mind (‘coz I don’t know how to transmute them into notes) and I did post one of them right in this blog, when this little online journal was just starting.  If you guys want to you can check in out on my earlier posts, and don’t ask me whose the inspiration behind, it’s not autobiographical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-114983106620572228?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/114983106620572228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=114983106620572228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114983106620572228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114983106620572228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/06/circles-round-moon.html' title='Circles Round The Moon'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-114948445632147870</id><published>2006-06-04T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:14:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>Today i turn 23, and my mutant powers started to manifest.  i have to wear blue sunglasses with UV protection because i cannot control my optic energy blasters coming out out my eyes.  i also found out that i can also fly, teleport through shadows, and i also gained the powers of telepathy and telekinesis. i am still adjusting to my newfound powers though, and it may take a while before i can finally control them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** i have watched the x-men 3 for the fourth time, and it's still fantastic.  the best movie i've watched in years.  i must say that director brett ratner must have did a very good job. applauses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-114948445632147870?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/114948445632147870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=114948445632147870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114948445632147870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114948445632147870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/06/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-114827562441927025</id><published>2006-05-22T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T13:27:04.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lababong may lamat sa gilid na binili sa may Blumentritt</title><content type='html'>I got LSS from Shakira and Wyclef Jean's Hips Don't Lie. The lyrics are very funny. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Mariah Carey sang the song Stick With You, but I was wrong!  It's the Pussycat Dolls.  I guess the Pinay lead vocalist have a great singing voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Da Vince Code for the sake of visualization.  The movie is mediocre.  It's not even fit for an R-18 rating.  The script shouldn't have digressed a lot from the book. It's 7/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My AI bets were Chris and Elliott.  Sad to say they ended up 4th and 3rd place respectively only.  Now I'd go for Kat!  McPheever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-114827562441927025?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/114827562441927025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=114827562441927025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114827562441927025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114827562441927025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/05/lababong-may-lamat-sa-gilid-na-binili.html' title='Lababong may lamat sa gilid na binili sa may Blumentritt'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-114723673575741270</id><published>2006-05-09T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T12:52:15.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gusto ko maging Big Winner kasi…</title><content type='html'>Nagkalat ang mga pa-contest ngayon sa buong mundo.  At ako’y masugid na tagapanuod lamang.  Naaaddict ako ngayon sa American Idol (bet ko sa final 2 sina Chris at Elliot pero hindi nila ako fan) at Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition (bet ko si Jamilla at Aldred, pero since wala na si Aldred may chance siguro si Gerald).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napapansin ko lang, kapag tinatanong sila kung bakit sila sumali sa contest, let’s say kunwari Star in a Million:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Bakit ka sumali dito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer 1:  Kasi gusto ko ipagamot yung tatay kong maysakit…&lt;br /&gt;A2: Kasi Gusto kong mapag-aral yung mga kapatid ko…&lt;br /&gt;A3: Ayoko na kasing makitang nahihirapan yung mga magulang ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets nyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu ba ang purpose ng isang singing contest?  Kadalasan sa mga taglines nila, “The search for the next singing superstar is on!”, o kaya “Who will emerge as the best among the brightest stars…”.  So from that, I believe na ang purpose ng isang singing contest ay para makadiscover ng new talent, the best singer at least for that season only.  Ang purpose ng isang artista search ay para makadiscover ng multi-talented artist.  Ang purpose ng reality shows gaya ng PBB/Survivor/etc. ay para makapagbigay-saya sa mga manunuod.  Ang mga grand prize na ibinibigay tulad ng Php 1,000,000.00, House and Lot, Kabuhayan showcase, trip to paradise, brand new car at mga kung anu-ano pang mga shopping sprees ay para lamang sa mga deserving.  Sila yung best and most versatile singer sa isang singing search, yung best at triple threat sa artista search, at yung pinakamagaling sa isnag reality show.  Hindi dapat maging basehan sa pagkapanalo ang estado mo sa buhay o ang laki ng pangangailangan mo sa pera para ikaw ang manalo.  Tingin ko lang, unfair yun sa mga mayayaman.  Hindi sa pinagtatanggol ko sila, at hindi ako mayaman FYI, pero kasi lahat ng tao may mga pangarap din sa buhay, mayaman man o mahirap.  Kung gusto mong sumali sa singing contest, dapat ang reason mo ay gusto mong i-share ang talent mo sa mundo, o kaya ipaalam sa mundo ang ganda ng boses mo na gift from God, dahil dream mong maging isang sikat na professional singer, at hindi dahil guato mong mapanalunan ang premyong isang milyon.  Sino ba ang may ayaw nun?  Point ko lang, some people don’t see contests how it should be looked at, and they are joining for the wrong reasons.  That’s why when they lose, bitterness comes in.  Prizes are prizes.  Kaya premyo ang tawag dun kasi yun ang premyo mo sa pagiging pinakamagaling sa Star Struck, Star in a Million, Star Circle, Pinoy Pop at pagiging totoong tao mo kaya ka minahal ng taumbayan sa PBB.  Nakakainis lang kasi minsan may bias ang mga judges, na pinapanalo ang isang contestant kasi nakakaawa naman ang pamilya.  O kaya vino-vote off kasi mayaman na. Anu ba yun? Tama ba naman yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala-wala lang itong post na ito.  Gusto ko lang sabihin ang napapansin ko.  Para sa akin kasi hindi charitable institution ang mga contest at reality shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-114723673575741270?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/114723673575741270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=114723673575741270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114723673575741270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114723673575741270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/05/gusto-ko-maging-big-winner-kasi.html' title='Gusto ko maging Big Winner kasi…'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-114723669096344205</id><published>2006-05-02T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T12:51:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is flour?</title><content type='html'>In the pursuit of seeking a job as soon as possible, I decided to be a member of an online job finder.  Upon my search, I came into an ad that hires fresh chemical engineering graduates of this certain food industry.  So I emailed my resume to this company along with a couple of other companies that I’m interested in.  Lucky for me, one unexpected day last week, the company called and I was set to have an interview at 2pm of May 2 (yep, yep! That’s today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After applying for my clearance application with Erik, I had my resume printed went straight to this famous company in Pasig.  I took the MRT and then a jeepney.  Due to the extremely hot weather, I decided to change into formal clothing in a nearby fastfood.  Unfortunately there was none (at lumagpas pa ko ng konti).  So I went to a nearby hospital and there I changed into my blue-green long sleeves and printed tie.  Then I took a taxi back to the corporation.  In fairness, it was just a Php 32.50 ride – see how near!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Cleo, the one who called me up.  After waiting for several moments, she called me into the receiving room and had me fill-out the application form and an essay.  Since it was only said that they hire ChE grads, I asked what position I am applying for.  It turns out to be a QA Analyst for their Flour Division.  The application form seemed eternity to answer; and the essay question is: “Why should we hire you?  What can you contribute to the organization that others cannot?”  In fairness, I was prepared for that question. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while Cleo showed up and the interview began.  I’ll just list down the questions, but I’ll just choose not to tell my answers. &lt;Wink!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Tell me something about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do you think we should hire you?&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your edge over the others who are experienced for the job?&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you available for night shifts if ever? ***plus some follow-ups***&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you know about flour? &lt;oops!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why chemical engineering? ***:plus some follow-ups***&lt;br /&gt;Q: Your desired salary is Php 18000. Is this still negotiable? How low this can get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting for the second interview with the HR Manager and the QA Manager.  I am interested with this one but that doesn’t stop me from further job hunting. Good luck to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-114723669096344205?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/114723669096344205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=114723669096344205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114723669096344205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114723669096344205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-is-flour.html' title='What is flour?'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-114723661189630684</id><published>2006-04-23T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T12:50:11.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>I need to get a decent job – and I mean fast!  I don’t wanna stay at the house, and I’m here for the longest time since graduation day.  Just the thought of it gives me the creeps.  Eew! Review for board exam starts on early May, so by that time I could have at least submitted a dozen resumes to different companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an option to try to apply at the call center where my brother’s working right now, I hastily said no the first time he offered it, because if I do get the job, I’d still be staying here.  And one more thing, I think call center is not for me.  But don’t get me wrong when I say this.  It’s not about the ‘call center impression’ some graduates think about but it’s more on the work description.  My English speaking abilities are just average, so I don’t know if I’d pass the interview as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My orgmate emailed us about last week regarding an internship and it needs fresh graduates of chemical engineering.  So I emailed the contact person and it turns out to be an AIESEC traineeship in Australia.  Sounds cool!  If I get into the program, I can be an intern in Australia for 2 to 18 months!  I got excited so I emailed my curriculum vita and now all I’m waiting is some more information from her.  The Australian company is called BhpBilliton – a mining and Petroleum Company for all I care, haha!  I just keep my fingers crossed on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 days ago my friend Gemeni texted me and here’s a gist of our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemeni: Lui, gus2 m bng magpiano lesson? 4800 lang ang 12 sessions or 12 hours sa casa musica sa dasma. 2-4pm every Saturday so 2 sessions per day xia. Ok lang daw kahit ndi musically inclined wala daw problema yun. Wla akong ksama e. cge na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lui: naku, gus2 ko din sana kaso Saturday whole day kasi ang sked ko sa review for board e.  Graduate n ko khapon!yehey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemeni: wow! Uy, tama yung hula natin n 2006 k ggraduate.Congrats!uy galingan mo!san ka nagrereview? Ako din nagrereview for license abroad.  Baka magawan mo nmn ng paraan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lui: tanx. Byad n ko s reservation e.  Bat ka nagrereview d my my lisensya ka na? s mrii ako nagenrol. Voice lesson ba wala?hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemeni: gusto kong magabroad lui e. seeking for greener pastures.  Foreign license nirereview ko.  May voice lesson din, sobrang accommodating nung place ndi ka mahihiya. So ayaw mo? Nyaya ko c jen at milu ayaw din nila. Mahihina loob. Ako kakapalan ko na mukha ko. Minsan din tayong nangarap n bumuo ng banda no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lui: cguro after ng board n lng ako. Pangarap ko din yan no ndi ako papayag na ndi matupad.  Wow magaabroad k pala.  My tnry akong applyan n internship sa Australia daw nagpapadala.  Ilang buwan din yun pag nagkataon. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemeni: naku, sa Australia din ako nagapply e.  so pano, kitakits na lang dun? Bilisan mong mag-apply kasi in need ang Australia ngayon ng mga workers.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---end of conversation---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ko sinulat yung usapan namin? Una, kasi matagal na naming napagusapan na magaaral kami ng piano lesson, now here’s the chance ako nmn ang hindi pwede.  But I’ll try to fulfill that dream, especially the voice lesson, haha!  Pangalawa, naexcite ako kasi pupunta syang Australia.  Ayoko ng mga kaibigang nalalayo/umaalis ng Pilipinas (I’ve already got 3 friends in California, Paulyn, Rino and Rob) maski ako, ayoko din ng aalis to live in other countries (I just want to go and visit some places) pero ewan ko kung bakit ako naexcite sa pag-alis nya. Siguro kasi nagapply din ako ng traineeship dun, so if ever magkikita kami dun, di ba ang saya!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-114723661189630684?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/114723661189630684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=114723661189630684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114723661189630684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114723661189630684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/04/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-114477927064193627</id><published>2006-04-12T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T02:14:30.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 6 struggling years</title><content type='html'>After 6 years, I finally passed all of my subjects!  Hooray!  Too bad that our plant design only got a grade of 1.75.  I know we deserve better than that.  But anyways, after passing the last two removals I took several weeks ago, all of my grades are in.  all I have to do is to march next week (well, I hope I’m on the list of graduating students cleared for graduation).  I’m so excited, although I say this half-heartedly.  6 years was long enough for me to say that I had learned to love everything in UP, especially my friends and KEM.  I will surely miss them.  Everything’s not over yet though, since I still get to see them sometimes, so there probably be no closing chapters of my life on this aspect, just on the plain essence of schooling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be an excellent student, but my life completely changed during my college life.  This has been the most memorable of all, and I got to say at least I learned lots of things not bounded by classroom walls.   Think that’s more important.  ChE may not be the perfect course for me, but I just learned to appreciate it, and everything else that comes with it.  Education anyhow is education anyway, ‘ayt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye College!  Hello real world!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-114477927064193627?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/114477927064193627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=114477927064193627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114477927064193627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114477927064193627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/04/after-6-struggling-years.html' title='After 6 struggling years'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-114477916272071576</id><published>2006-04-11T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T02:13:43.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant Design</title><content type='html'>It took quite a while for me to post again on my blog because I got very busy with my academics.  I need to study very hard for the last remaining days of my college life.  I passed my last few exams, hooray for me! But it is not yet over.  We still need to finish our plant design (Fuel-Grade Ethanol Production Using Cassava as Raw Material).  With only a few days before the deadline, we need to stay at Iche’s boarding house for 2 straight weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks is not easy.  Just imagine this:  first thing in the morning, you wake up and go straight into your laptop and type, solve, analyze and bleed your brain to its utmost extent just to ensure that your calculations and assumptions are correct.  Worse than that, we get used to skipping meals, or having meals with your group mates just sharing a big can of sardines.  We sometimes (actually they) decided not to take a bath because we are not yet done on our work.  We had two weeks of sleepless nights.  There were moments when we even had arguments, crying moments and almost close to breaking down.  I pity us during those times.  I’m just glad that it’s all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved this part to thank the following:&lt;br /&gt; Iche’s parents, for constantly treating us with all the good stuff&lt;br /&gt; Maita’s parents and Erma’s mom, for also giving us food and showing their utmost concern&lt;br /&gt; My groupmates, the “Miss Minchins”&lt;br /&gt; To my friends who showed their concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you also to these shows and songs (without these, I’ll be insane):&lt;br /&gt; American Idol 5&lt;br /&gt; Moments of Love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Bad Day&lt;br /&gt; Unwritten&lt;br /&gt; Because of You&lt;br /&gt; Angels Brought Me Here&lt;br /&gt; Inside Your Heaven&lt;br /&gt; Big Yellow taxi&lt;br /&gt; When I See You Smile&lt;br /&gt; Could’ve Been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just glad that it’s finally over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-114477916272071576?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/114477916272071576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=114477916272071576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114477916272071576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114477916272071576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/04/plant-design.html' title='Plant Design'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-114094289576254863</id><published>2006-02-26T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:34:55.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring Finger</title><content type='html'>My right ring finger is aching for three days now, and today's the worst.  i don't know what happened, it just suddenly hurt and swells.  i think it's a dislocated bone or perhaps a clogged nerve.i probable got it during sleep.  i do weird sleeping positions all the time, damn!  i hope it gets ok soon, coz i can't even write properly.  my left hands pretty useless in writing, but during these times my left hand's most useful in everything else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i just saw brokeback mountain. it was a nice flick. and it was my first time to see a gay film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aeon flux was just ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-114094289576254863?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/114094289576254863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=114094289576254863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114094289576254863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/114094289576254863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/02/ring-finger.html' title='The Ring Finger'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-113782586458812479</id><published>2006-01-21T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:44:24.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>messed up!</title><content type='html'>resume!&lt;br /&gt;employment form!&lt;br /&gt;plant design!&lt;br /&gt;plant visit newsletter!&lt;br /&gt;cashew nut shell liquid!&lt;br /&gt;process control!&lt;br /&gt;triple e!&lt;br /&gt;126!&lt;br /&gt;sts!&lt;br /&gt;kem!&lt;br /&gt;application!&lt;br /&gt;memcom!&lt;br /&gt;da vinci code!&lt;br /&gt;siam!&lt;br /&gt;desperate housewives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to do!!! hindi ko alam kung ano ang uunahin ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala naman akong sariling pc!&lt;br /&gt;xiempre wala ding net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matutulog na lang ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buzz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-113782586458812479?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/113782586458812479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=113782586458812479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113782586458812479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113782586458812479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/01/messed-up.html' title='messed up!'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-113782546398256100</id><published>2006-01-12T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:37:43.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haberdei pads</title><content type='html'>hey pads! happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;paramdam ka dis year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-113782546398256100?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/113782546398256100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=113782546398256100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113782546398256100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113782546398256100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/01/haberdei-pads.html' title='haberdei pads'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-113670130524652023</id><published>2006-01-07T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T14:21:45.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haberdei anne</title><content type='html'>happy birthday anne! yak kasing tanda na kita! hoy hindi ako bitter sa pagtangka mong pagpatay sa kuko ko ha! pero masakit yun sobra! ingatz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-113670130524652023?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/113670130524652023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=113670130524652023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113670130524652023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113670130524652023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2006/01/haberdei-anne.html' title='haberdei anne'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-113670065724674024</id><published>2005-12-31T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T14:10:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the year that was</title><content type='html'>the year 2005 was probably the most memorable year for me.  and i can't think of any other years that have gone by that could probably beat 2005 in terms of almost everything.  gosh!  i would always look back remebering the days of 2005 and reminiscing both the good and bad times that happened into my life. i'm not even excited in the upcoming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some highlights: &lt;br /&gt;     i became the memcom-vp(the job i only dreamed of having)&lt;br /&gt;     i became a part of the best ec! it rocks!&lt;br /&gt;     i had newfound friends which i treasure greatly&lt;br /&gt;     overnights!&lt;br /&gt;     bowlings&lt;br /&gt;     outings&lt;br /&gt;     sem plannings&lt;br /&gt;     F.R.'s!&lt;br /&gt;     KEM apps(new members) - for the first time i learned to truly appreciate and love them, and i really love them (Batch 05-A)&lt;br /&gt;     magic sing!&lt;br /&gt;     birthday surprises&lt;br /&gt;     emotions&lt;br /&gt;     + some other things i'd kept secret and bring to the grave, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, goodbye 2005! hello 2006! i hope to graduate this year, er, make that this april! please!!! by then i would be truly happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-113670065724674024?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/113670065724674024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=113670065724674024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113670065724674024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113670065724674024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/12/year-that-was.html' title='the year that was'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-113670118505992409</id><published>2005-12-30T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T14:19:45.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haberdei pame and edward</title><content type='html'>happy bithday pame!!! kasing tanda na kita, kasing-laki din kita, hehe joke. &lt;br /&gt;happy birthday edward! sana maging close pa tayo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-113670118505992409?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/113670118505992409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=113670118505992409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113670118505992409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113670118505992409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/12/haberdei-pame-and-edward.html' title='haberdei pame and edward'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-113670109169296162</id><published>2005-12-29T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T14:18:11.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haberdei papoo</title><content type='html'>happy birthday jurrel! kahit maloko ka... hehe. ikaw ang first few friends ko sa block natin at xiempre sa up na din... ingat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-113670109169296162?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/113670109169296162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=113670109169296162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113670109169296162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113670109169296162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/12/haberdei-papoo.html' title='haberdei papoo'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-113670090224539054</id><published>2005-12-16T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T14:16:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eng'g week</title><content type='html'>ang saya-sayang mag-Eng'g Week!!! grabe my best eng'g week ever!  madaming mga disppointments, especially sa mga nilaro kong events gaya ng foodfest at natunugan mo, pero in the end, ang saya sayang mag-second place. whoa! galing mo daril, anak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year sana EWOC na, nyahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-113670090224539054?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/113670090224539054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=113670090224539054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113670090224539054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113670090224539054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/12/engg-week.html' title='eng&apos;g week'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-113090968066635287</id><published>2005-11-02T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T14:47:31.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soundtrack of my Life</title><content type='html'>Here are the 25 of my most favorite songs of all time (in exact order, after a strict deliberation and certain criteria):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One Sweet Day - Mariah Carey/Boyz II Men – This was the biggest hit back when I in my graduating year in elementary.  At first I didn’t liked the video much, but after hearing the message of the song, which was an elegy of course, I began to liked it a lot.  I wish this would be played during my funeral…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On Bended Knee - Boyz II Men – I love songs about heartbreaks, and this one is the best…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I Can Love You Like That - All-4-One – and I also love listening to love songs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. All For Love - Bryan Adams, Sting, Rod Stewart – The movie The Three Musketeers wouldn’t be as great if this wasn’t in the soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tuwing Umuulan At Kapiling Ka – Eraserheads – this version only, I don’t like Regine’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Always Something There To Remind Me - Naked Eyes - …another heartbreak song, but this one’s kinda upbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Love Will Lead You Back - Taylor Dane – I really like this one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You've Lost That Loving Feeling - Righteous Brothers – did I mention I like broken-hearted songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Making Love Out Of Nothing At All - Air Supply – one of the best rock-ballads I’ve ever heard…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Especially For You - Kylie Minogue &amp; Jason Donovan – have you heard this one?  I loved this song way before MYMP had a remake, but this duet is way much better, and Kylie’s best single too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler – very good song, but I wonder what does the ‘Turn Around’ lyrics mean???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. San Na Nga Bang Barkada – APO – this was a recent addition to my list, it’s all because of the lyrics, ‘Nagsimula ang lahat sa eskwela, Nagsama-samang labing-dalawa… …Sa’n na nga ba, sa’n na nga bang barkada ngayon?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. That's What Friends Are For - Various Artists – this is the only song that had me crying (for one hour!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How Am I Supposed To Live Without You - Michael Bolton – do I need to explain? If yes, refer to #8…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Islands in the Stream - Bee Gees – if you don’t know this song, you might have heard its chorus in Pras’ and Mya’s Ghetto Superstar.  Yep, the chorus used was an altered version of this song’s own chorus…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For Once in my Life - Stevie Wonder – I started to hear this song only last year, thanks to American Idol and Camile Velasco.  And recently I found out that we have a Stevie WonderCD…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing – Aerosmith – this version only, refer to #5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I Can't Help Myself – I don’t know who the singer is, but this was a Motown hit.  Remember ‘sugar pie, honey bunch, you know that I love you, I can’t help myself…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If I Ain't Got You - Alicia Keys – this is 1 of the 2 millennium hits that made it to my list…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Miss You Like Crazy - Natalie Cole – a song for the longing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Strong - Robbie Williams – the song for myself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Baby, Don't You Break My Heart Slow - Vonda Shepard – from Ally McBeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Walking Away - Craig David – the 2nd hit from year 2000.  The song I used in my KEM campaign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If You Don't Know Me by Now - Simply Red – when I sing this song, I always get out of tune…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Bluer Than Blue - Michael Johnson – this time, even Regine’s version is quite good…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is the soundtrack to our lives.  This is mine.  What’s yours?  Do we have the same interests?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-113090968066635287?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/113090968066635287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=113090968066635287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113090968066635287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113090968066635287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/11/soundtrack-of-my-life.html' title='The Soundtrack of my Life'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-113013563754728671</id><published>2005-10-24T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:33:57.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation</title><content type='html'>“To all those people doing lies, don’t do it.  Inject your soul with liberty, it’s free.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day that I have come up to my senses.  I guess I’ve had enough of things that always wouldn’t go on my way.  Yes, I understand that it’s normal, but for it to happen always, I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My academics are frustrating.  I must put an end to this for me to graduate by April.  And I am definitely not willing to entertain the possibility of extending my schooling for one more semester.  Enough of it, please!  I’m begging You Dear God.  I promise that I would be better.  I’d change my old bad habits, I’d go to church every Thursdays and Sundays, I promise I would try my best not to miss a single mass, I would study harder, I’ll try to read ahead, I won’t cram, I’d make sure of my exam schedules, less time for my extra-curricular activities, and I would be Christian!  Just please help me graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid of me to not understand my professor in Statistics 101 that we have a written exam on the 3rd of October and a take-home exam.  All that I understood is that a written exam will be given on that day.  Never it had cross our (Ozie as well) minds that there is a written exam too.  So there you go, I took the exam without a lesson read and I got 18%.  Worse, I got a grade of 4.0.  Now I have 2 electives waiting for me to remove them.  How I wish I’d pass them both coz I have 20 units to go and there’s no more space for another retake subject.  Damn acads!   Gone are the elementary and high school days when I was one of the few who excels in every field of all of our subjects in school.  I should’ve never pursued chemical engineering in the first place.  But I’d miss all the enjoyment that I got from it, especially KEM.  Oh, I would definitely regret if I’m not a KEMer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of KEM, this being my last semester as a Memcom VP would definitely give a bang for me.  I would be a better officer this sem, and I’d promise I would play damn dirty and kick some ass.  I’d also try to train my pips by changing the structure of the committee, giving jobs for everyone so as to train them as the future head of the committee.  I wonder who would be my replacement.  I hope it’s not this someone I know who has ulterior motive.  You don’t deserve it.  KEM needs someone better than you, so just be contented on what you have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m living 22 years of my so-called life.  I wish I had someone special already.  I am ready to fall in love again, and I wish this time she could love me back.  My past experience with Raia is slowly fading away, not that I could definitely forget all about it.  I believe that there is nothing we can forget, especially when we talk about love, it’s only that memories and feelings just fade away, and we can not think about it anymore.  There will always be a special place for you in my heart, and I have sung dozens of love songs.  But now I truly accept that in this battle I am defeated, but the greatest regret is that I had never had a chance to tell my feelings, and I never had a chance to know yours.  I guess the blame is all on me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the best therapists ever.  I miss my old pals.  I miss the Circle of Friends: Lorena, Paulyn, Limuel, Nanong, Gina, Prinz, Emma, Gemeni, Jen, Jhepe, Tin, Rizwan, Julie, Alpha, and my other high school berks.  I miss my elementary days, back when I was still a member of the Magnificent 10: Nerwin, Marco, JC, Jeffrey, Edmar, Jules, Arjay, Gerald and Basil.  I miss G2 peeps:KJ, Jurrel, Pepot, Jhovy, Rojan.  I miss FLP4:Rox, Gidget, pH.  I miss the old KEM Kada, way back when we were still 12: Maja, Mike, Angge, Rob, Mark, Steve, Menki, Pads, LP, Pol, Martin.  It will never be complete again, at least for the longest time ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to you Lorena, you aren’t texting anymore.  Is your life in Pasadena, California as great as here in the Philippines, Paulyn?  Gemeni, you are very busy with your career, I can see that.  Thank you Jen and Tin for the frequent texts.  Are you already in France or still in Bicol, huh, Rizwan?  Whatever happened to the Magnificent 10?  I miss G2, we’re the best!  It seems that I don’t know you anymore Rox, and you are my best friend.  What did you do to your life?  You wasted it.  I hope you can compose yourself back again.  I hope you can find a cure for you slight insensitivity Mike.  But I promise I’ll try not to kid you anymore, you’re the closest male friend I got as of the moment.  I miss the old times Rob, and it’s seemingly amazing that those times I’m pertaining to only happened this year.  How time flies.  We became friends and a few months later you had to leave.  Things will definitely not be the same anymore when you come back, if you’d ever come back.  There are things that happen every single day enough to change everything.  But in a span of ten years I collected a great amount of treasure in you guys!  Props to me.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define Salvation:  Whether it’s a Divine Mercy (for academic miracles), rescue (from devilish acts), recovery (from heartbroken thoughts), or relief (from friends), we sure need salvation in a little deed or another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-113013563754728671?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113013563754728671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/113013563754728671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/10/salvation_24.html' title='Salvation'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-112717744427045161</id><published>2005-09-20T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:50:44.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Butterfinger is still my most favorite chocolate.  The good thing is, I’ll never eat that peanut butter-flavored choco the same way again.  Coz every time I’d take a bite of that luscious mouth-watering sweet sensation, it reminds me of the good old days, particularly this one Sunday afternoon a couple of months ago.  The day after this big event happened, this Butterfinger is the only sentiment I got.  After I bought this chocolate bar at 7-11, went back to Cavite riding the bus, dear Butterfinger I held tightly in my hand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT is still my favorite means of transportation.  Bad thing is, I’ll never ride this transit system the same way again.  It will take me too much courage and strength to ride this train alone.  Thank God that most of the time I have some friends to ride this non-choo choo train with me.  The day after another big day happened, I lost my passion to travel using this MRT-blue line.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never sleep the same way again, at least until the near future.  Lying in my bed, hugging my pillows, when everything that surrounds me is total darkness doesn’t give me the creeps.  But, a tale of the past of mixed emotions and psychological hysteria gives me – if not sleepless nights (due to reminiscing of a big event that happened in the past), a very sound sleep dreaming to dream the dreams I long to dream that connects me to the big event that happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery to you? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll end up this entry with an excerpt from a song by Roy Orbison and KD Lang entitled, Crying: I was all right, for a while/I could smile for a while/But I saw you last night/You held my hand for a while/As I stopped to say ‘hello’/You wished me well/You couldn’t tell that I’m/Crying over you/Crying over you/I’m crying, I’m crying, I’m crying, I’m crying/ I cry, cry, cry…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-112717744427045161?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/112717744427045161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=112717744427045161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/112717744427045161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/112717744427045161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/09/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-112618272943488078</id><published>2005-08-31T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:32:09.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Prod</title><content type='html'>Alas! The KEM Month is finally over! This one-of-a-kind adventure is a hell of a rollercoaster ride for the KEMers, especially for EC.  But good news to all of us, every event turns out to be a success, even though it’s not as much of a BOOM! when it comes to publicity, still it was a success. Props to us!&lt;br /&gt; Catharsis was my most loved event.  The Mega prod of the Kemers was a wohoo!  Superb event!  I just love it!&lt;br /&gt; Anyways during the Close Tambayan  the EC had a sort of mega prod itself.  We had a hand mime, choir and dance numbers… haha!  I just hope the KEMers had loved it.&lt;br /&gt; Well, now that KEM Month is over, we can all focus on our acads and eventually on our next BIG project – ENG’G WEEK! Go for EWOC!  Clubbers here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-112618272943488078?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/112618272943488078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=112618272943488078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/112618272943488078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/112618272943488078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/08/mega-prod.html' title='Mega Prod'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-112304986254371656</id><published>2005-08-03T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:00:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster laugh</title><content type='html'>my elementary friend oigimer has this entries in his friendster account and it had me a good laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affiliations:&lt;br /&gt;Kabayo Kids ( Yellow Banana ) Allega Gang / Non - pimp Club / BSDO member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies and Interests:&lt;br /&gt;Golf.....golf.....golf.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Books:&lt;br /&gt;The Black Book / Ang Alamat ng Kudyapi / Anatomy &amp; Physiology / Chicken Soup for Breakfast / Mape 3 / HeKaSi (Ltd edition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movies:&lt;br /&gt;Petrang Kabayo / Alyas Kano / Leon Guerrero / Trudis Liit (uncut) / Barney vs Pooh (whoever wins we lose!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Music:&lt;br /&gt;Old McDonald by: Jollibee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV Shows:&lt;br /&gt;Over da Bakod / Eye to Eye / Lovingly Yours / Oras ng Katotohanan / Calvento Files / Ipaglaban mo / Diretsahan / Bitag / Kay Susan Tayo / The New Yankee Workshop / Cooking with the Daza's / flying house / name that tune / chika chicka chicks / paco park presents / chibugan na, chow time / iskul bukol / tanghalan ng kampeon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-112304986254371656?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/112304986254371656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=112304986254371656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/112304986254371656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/112304986254371656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/08/friendster-laugh.html' title='Friendster laugh'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-112251316903102721</id><published>2005-07-28T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T09:12:49.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 2-minute talk</title><content type='html'>last tuesday, a 2-minute talk with somebody completed my day&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday, a 2-minute talk with somebody chased my blues away&lt;br /&gt;the 2-minute talk that i never expected to happen,&lt;br /&gt;come a-running to me and had my day brighten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the 2-minute talk.:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-112251316903102721?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/112251316903102721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=112251316903102721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/112251316903102721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/112251316903102721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/07/2-minute-talk.html' title='the 2-minute talk'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-112235597477151168</id><published>2005-07-26T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:32:54.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st time</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is UP KEM Applicants' Talent Show.  And as the Memcom VP, this will be my first time to really act!  Whew!   I hope everything will turn out fine tomorrow.  My hopes are high for this sems apps.  So i hope they would really do good.  God bless them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-112235597477151168?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/112235597477151168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=112235597477151168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/112235597477151168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/112235597477151168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/07/1st-time.html' title='1st time'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-112061578930464023</id><published>2005-07-06T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T10:09:49.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Robert</title><content type='html'>You are the brother and the friend I never had before.  I felt blessed for the past six months that we became close and best buds.  Now that you are leaving in a few days, I feel deeply sad that I’m never gonna see you for quite a long time, and the kada will no longer be the same without you.  I kinda figured out lately that you are the berk’s fave guy – the one everyone likes to hang out with.  But then again, I am also happy for you because I know that this is your dream, that you are destined to travel and go places within your reach.&lt;br /&gt; I would never forget our adventures: the Star City, the Max Brenner, the Rockwell, the overnights, the tennis games (though we never had a chance to play against each other), the bowling sessions, the MRT trips, the movies, the food trips, and everything else that I didn’t mention.&lt;br /&gt; I hope that you’d miss KEM, for KEM will miss you.  Your short stay with the org is enough to make your mark that you are a true-blooded KEMER.&lt;br /&gt; I’d be looking forward the day when you’ll be coming back.  Thank you for everything!&lt;br /&gt; Goodbye Bestbro!&lt;br /&gt; Hope to see you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-112061578930464023?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/112061578930464023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=112061578930464023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/112061578930464023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/112061578930464023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-robert.html' title='For Robert'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-112061573520070752</id><published>2005-07-03T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T10:08:55.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressions over the past few days</title><content type='html'>Depression day 1&lt;br /&gt; I am really disappointed.  Oh well, life’s like that.  We win some, and we also lose some.  What’s bad is that what we win is sometimes the ones we lose.  Precious things could suddenly be gone forever.  I guess nothing’s really permanent in this world.  It makes me wanna cry…  I think I need to see a psychiatrist soon.  Depression is killing me, and it’s already affecting my entire system.  I don’t wanna rant but that’s what I could only do for now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression day 2&lt;br /&gt; Here I go again, in the deepest and darkest solitude.  Something got me really disappointed today.  People just don’t realize one’s effort to save amity… behind all smiles lie the naked truth of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression day 3&lt;br /&gt; What have I done for them to treat me this way?  Or am I just being paranoid?  But whatever I do, I would always end up with the same conclusion – that you’re round the bend.  And I don’t even know why.  I hope that tomorrow morning when I wake up, everything’s ok…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression day 4&lt;br /&gt; All I am feeling for the mustards now are pure hatred… and nothing’s gonna change that.  &lt;br /&gt; And I thought that you would understand us, but you had let us down…&lt;br /&gt; And to you, I don’t know if I would ever want to see you or meet you or greet you in the corridor again…&lt;br /&gt; Your nickname is a big mask.  You don’t deserve the jolly moniker, coz you make all of us sick…&lt;br /&gt; I used to like you during the early days when you became the head, but you are the biggest puppet of all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression day 5&lt;br /&gt;  Amazing!  I planned the gimmick, but in the end I was the one left behind, felt out-of-place, and the one who least enjoyed the trip.  I kinda figured this one out before.  I wanted to do this as a bonding activity, but look at me, just got depressed. So much to say but I’d save this one out just for me to keeps…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression day (infinity)&lt;br /&gt;         One of my closest friends is leaving the country very very soon. I don't how we're gonna handle it, but it's definitely not going to be easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression days summary&lt;br /&gt; This is not a usual melodrama.  I think I shouldn’t be acting this way in the first place, coz now it’s kinda over the top, but when emotions set in, the heart rules over the mind.  I am emotionally unstable right now, it is affecting my acads, my sleep, my work and everything around me is blue…  I hope these stops soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-112061573520070752?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/112061573520070752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=112061573520070752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/112061573520070752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/112061573520070752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/07/depressions-over-past-few-days.html' title='Depressions over the past few days'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-111864673849098591</id><published>2005-06-06T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T15:12:18.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bash</title><content type='html'>my new berks surprised me with a mini-birthday celebration!!! i was speechless and deeply touched... i didn't expect na bibili pa sila ng baked spaghetti a chocolate mousse cake...  thank you very much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat rob, maja, angge, mike, lp, pol, steve, martin sa surprise... salamat din sa rest of the gang, menki, mark, at kay pads (kung nasaan ka man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-111864673849098591?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/111864673849098591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=111864673849098591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111864673849098591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111864673849098591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/06/bash.html' title='the bash'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-111864645679177356</id><published>2005-06-04T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T15:07:36.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i was born on earth 22 years ago...</title><content type='html'>yup! it's my birthday alright!!! and i take back everything i've said with the previous entry... this birthday had become one of the most memorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nagpaunahan cna maja at rob sa pagbati sa kin - nauna si rob ng around 2 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...binati ako ibang mga new members ng org namin, nagulat ako at syempre, natouch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...bestbro treated me with a nice movie 'la visa loca' - haha, it was a very good movie, i tell you that you must watch it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i also received a bday card 1st time since my 20th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i also got butterfinger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i was penniless today, oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i realized maraming nagmamahal sa kin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this bday was one of the most special indeed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-111864645679177356?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/111864645679177356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=111864645679177356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111864645679177356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111864645679177356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-i-was-born-on-earth-22-years-ago.html' title='the day i was born on earth 22 years ago...'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-111772355499849336</id><published>2005-06-02T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:45:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t Speak</title><content type='html'>This may be the only time I’m gonna be sad during the span of my birthday week.  Normally, I was so excited during my birthdays, now I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still so much to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody contemplate my thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know the first stanza and chorus of No Doubt’s &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t Speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, then that has been my day’s theme…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so much excited to enroll today because it has been my first time to got everything in the crs!  Nothing to enlist, just straight to the cashier! Hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives &lt;/em&gt;is outstanding, I must say. Props to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that &lt;em&gt;Carrie Underwood &lt;/em&gt;won the American Idol!  Can’t Wait to buy her album…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-111772355499849336?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/111772355499849336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=111772355499849336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111772355499849336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111772355499849336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-speak.html' title='Don’t Speak'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-111772348063926177</id><published>2005-05-29T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:44:40.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life’s uncertainties come undone</title><content type='html'>I considered this day as one of the most unforgettable day of my life.  Only two people in this whole wide world know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confusion come a-running around today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared? At first; but after all that had happened fright became a light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out happy&lt;br /&gt;Midday turned out sad&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion brought me back to the same old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one may ever understand this entry, sorry, but this has been the most meaningful…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’d rather end this in a melancholic tone…  sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-111772348063926177?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/111772348063926177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=111772348063926177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111772348063926177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111772348063926177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/05/lifes-uncertainties-come-undone.html' title='Life’s uncertainties come undone'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-111604686429823353</id><published>2005-05-14T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T13:01:04.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie's Songs</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the songs performed by my fave American Idol finalist Carrie Underwood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alone - Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the ticking of the clock&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here, the room's pitch dark&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you are tonight&lt;br /&gt;No answer on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;And the night goes by so very slow&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hope that it won't end though&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til now I always got by on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never really cared until I met you&lt;br /&gt;And now it chills me to the bone&lt;br /&gt;How do I get you alone&lt;br /&gt;How do I get you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how long i have wanted &lt;br /&gt;to touch your lips and hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how long I have waited&lt;br /&gt;and I was going to tell you tonight&lt;br /&gt;But the secret is still my own&lt;br /&gt;and my love for you is still unknown&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til now I always got by on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never really cared until I met you&lt;br /&gt;And now it chills me to the bone&lt;br /&gt;How do I get you alone&lt;br /&gt;How do I get you alone&lt;br /&gt;How do I get you alone&lt;br /&gt;How do I get you alone&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MacArthur Park – Donna Summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring was never waiting for us, girl&lt;br /&gt;It ran one step ahead&lt;br /&gt;As we followed in the dance&lt;br /&gt;Between the parted pages and were pressed,&lt;br /&gt;In love's hot, fevered iron&lt;br /&gt;Like a striped pair of pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark&lt;br /&gt;All the sweet, green icing flowing down...&lt;br /&gt;Someone left the cake out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I can take it&lt;br /&gt;'cause it took so long to bake it&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never have that recipe again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall the yellow cotton dress&lt;br /&gt;Foaming like a wave&lt;br /&gt;On the ground around your knees&lt;br /&gt;The birds, like tender babies in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And the old men playing checkers by the trees &lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be another song for me&lt;br /&gt;For I will sing it&lt;br /&gt;There will be another dream for me&lt;br /&gt;Someone will bring it&lt;br /&gt;I will drink the wine while it is warm&lt;br /&gt;And never let you catch me looking at the sun&lt;br /&gt;And after all the loves of my life&lt;br /&gt;After all the loves of my life&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take my life into my hands and I will use it&lt;br /&gt;I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it&lt;br /&gt;I will have the things that I desire&lt;br /&gt;And my passion flow like rivers through the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And after all the loves of my life&lt;br /&gt;After all the loves of my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;And wondering why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinwagon-Dixie Chicks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushed me ?round&lt;br /&gt;Now I?m drawin? the line&lt;br /&gt;He lived his life&lt;br /&gt;Now I?m gonna go live mine&lt;br /&gt;I?m sick of wastin? my time&lt;br /&gt;Well now I?ve been good for way too long&lt;br /&gt;Found my red dress and I?m gonna throw it on&lt;br /&gt;?Bout to get too far gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition&lt;br /&gt;Need a little bit more of my twelve ounce nutrition&lt;br /&gt;One more helpin? of what I?ve been havin?&lt;br /&gt;I?m takin? my turn on the sin wagon &lt;br /&gt;On a mission to make something happen&lt;br /&gt;Feel like Delilah lookin? for Samson&lt;br /&gt;Do a little mattress dancin?&lt;br /&gt;That?s right I said mattress dancin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition&lt;br /&gt;Need a little bit more of what I?ve been missin?&lt;br /&gt;I don?t know where I?ll be crashin?&lt;br /&gt;But I?m arrivin? on a sin wagon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it?s my turn to march up to glory&lt;br /&gt;I?m gonna have one hell of a story&lt;br /&gt;That?s if he forgives me&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition&lt;br /&gt;Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation&lt;br /&gt;They may take me with my feet draggin?&lt;br /&gt;But I?ll fly away on a sin wagon&lt;br /&gt;I?ll fly away on a sin wagon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you don’t know me by now-Simply Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;If you don't know me by now&lt;br /&gt;You will never never never know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;You should understand me like I understand you&lt;br /&gt;Now girl I know the difference between right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna do nothing to break up our happy home&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't get so excited when I come home a little late at night&lt;br /&gt;Cos we only act like children when we argue fuss and fight &lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me by now (If you don't know me)&lt;br /&gt;You will never never never know me (No you won't)&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me by now&lt;br /&gt;You will never never never know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all got our own funny moods&lt;br /&gt;I've got mine, woman you've got yours too&lt;br /&gt;Just trust in me like I trust in you&lt;br /&gt;As long as we've been together it should be so easy to do&lt;br /&gt;Just get yourself together or we might as well say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;What good is a love affair when you can't see eye to eye, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me by now (If you don't know me)&lt;br /&gt;You will never never never know me (No you won't)&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me by now (You will never never never know me)&lt;br /&gt;You will never never never know me (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wonder what she’ll be singing next week or probably in the final 2 as well.  Good luck to her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-111604686429823353?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/111604686429823353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=111604686429823353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111604686429823353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111604686429823353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/05/carries-songs.html' title='Carrie&apos;s Songs'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-111526061361274742</id><published>2005-05-03T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T10:36:53.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chocolate Factory! At last….</title><content type='html'>Before you read this entry, please make sure that you read my post titled “Mga Munting Pangarap ni Louie”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my dreams has finally come to life… and I am so damn happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a red-letter day.  It is one of the best days of my life!  I may sound a little bit exaggerating, but it IS true!  Remember the time I posted about that Chocolate Factory resto they featured in F!? I said that it is my dream to find it and dine in it.  I had the troubles looking for the place on my own, and I accidentally went to the Chocolate Lover instead.  And all of my friends who happen to watched it also on F! also doesn’t know where the place exists – not until this day.  Thanks to Rob!  He brought me exactly there – the place had a different name than I thought, it was “Max Brenner: Chocolate Bar – Chocolates by the Bald Man”, but it was the same resto I am looking for.  It was located right at the heart of Ayala, along the patio of Greenbelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exciting.  The food was great, and as you know, you don’t get a great food as long as it has a GREAT price!!!  I ate truffle cake with strawberry syrup topping and caramel syrup in an Erlenmeyer flask. Cool. Rob had this some sort of banana split except that the banana is cooked as ‘turon’. It was worth it (well, I really did not spend anything &lt;coy&gt;) and I recommend it to everyone especially to all chocolate fans out there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dream down.  I wonder what’s next?  Hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob:  Thanks bro, you the man! Thank you for the Friendster testi, for today’s treat, and for anything else that I did not mention, I know you know it.  And congrats for winning the Championship at the tennis arcade game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES 12.  I thought I had it.  I passed the 1st exam, but I don’t know if I could get at least 1/3 of today’s exam.  Damn it was so hard!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I am all smiles… :-) :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-111526061361274742?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/111526061361274742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=111526061361274742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111526061361274742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111526061361274742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/05/chocolate-factory-at-last.html' title='The Chocolate Factory! At last….'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-111241154913124216</id><published>2005-04-02T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T11:12:29.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>In the near future, kapag ako ay nagkaanak ng lalaki, papangalanan ko siya ng &lt;strong&gt;Mikhail&lt;/strong&gt;.  Kapag babae, ang ipapangalan ko sa kanya ay &lt;strong&gt;Illyana&lt;/strong&gt;.  Ang ganda di ba? Russian name.  At hindi lang ako ang may hilig sa Russian name.  One time nag-uusap kami ni Jurrel, sabi nya may pangalan na ang future anak niya na lalake.  Dmitri Nikolai daw.  O di ba, ang ganda pero weird ang combination.  Kasi naman, Russian yung name ng anak niya tapos ang apelyido niya e pure tagalog: Dmitri Nilolai Pumatong, hehe… joke lang Papoo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last year nag-usap din kami ni Nat about the names of their (Meanne, Nat and Ana) children.  Sinulat ko pa nga yun sa likod ng notebook ko e.  Sad to say di ko na maalala kung saan ko nlagay yung notebook na yun.  But I did remember some name though:  Nathan, Glenn, Atasha at nalimutan ko na yung iba.  I remember nilagay ko dun ang pangalang Miranda, at tsaka Warren.  Astig! The best ako mag-isip ng pangalan, excited na tuloy ako magkaanak.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kwento sa akin nung bata pa ko, hindi naman talaga Jay Louie ang ipapangalan sa kin.  I’m supposed to be named &lt;strong&gt;Jojie&lt;/strong&gt; ata.  At parang totoo siya, kasi nakikita ko yung mga pictures ko may nakasulat na Jojie.  So kung tinatanong niyo kung bakit nabago, well ganito kasi yon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;4 months old ako nang magkasakit ako ng bronchopneumonia.  Kailangang butasin noon ang lalamunan ko para masuction yung plema sa lungs ko ang at the same time daluyan ng pagkain (iyon ang reason kung bakit ako may parang tahi at butas sa leeg).  Siyempre naconfine ako sa ospital, actually sa East Avenue Medical Center siya.  At doon yung nag-aalaga sa aking nurse e Jay daw ang itinatawag sa akin.  So yun, nung after kong lumabas ng ospital, siguro tsaka pa lang naiprocess ang birth certificate ko, my parents decided to name me Jay, and added Louie to prolong na lang siguro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lang naman sa akin yon, pero medyo common na kasi yung Louie e.  Pero ok pa din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find it amusing, meron trend ang mga tao kung pano nila ko tawagin.  Eto sila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;mga tumatawag sa akin ng Jay&lt;/strong&gt;:  My family and relatives, mga kapitbahay, at mga teachers ko na ngayon lang ako naging estudyante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;mga tumatawag sa akin ng Louie&lt;/strong&gt;:  Berks, mga teacher ko na nagtanong sa akin kung ano ang nickname ko, orgmates, classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;mga tumatawag sa akin ng Jay Louie&lt;/strong&gt;:  Konting-konting friends (most likely yung di pa kami close, pero we belong in the same circle of friends), mga teacher ko na masyadong naiiklian na nabibitin pag tinatawag akong Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero amusing kasi sa lahat e mas naaaliw ako sa mga tumatawag sa akin ng Jay Louie.  Hehe, parang ang saya kasi pakinggan pag buo ka tinatawag.  Ansaya!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung Procopio o kaya naman Eustaquia ang pangalan mo, gagamitin mo ba?  Tingin ko hindi, and I would bet all of my money kung merong ni isang Procopio or Eustaquia sa mundo na magsasabing ang ganda ng pangalan nila.  Buti na lang at naimbento ang nickname…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayo, anung ipapangalan ninyo sa anak ninyo?  Pag-isipang mabuti para hindi magsisi sa bandang huli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-111241154913124216?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/111241154913124216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=111241154913124216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111241154913124216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111241154913124216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/04/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-111194365675145120</id><published>2005-03-28T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T01:14:16.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panuoring Pambata</title><content type='html'>Meron na kaming cable tv sa cavite! yehey! in fairness, nandun na lahat ng gusto kong panuorin.  lalo na ang anerican idol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 na araw ang aking bakasyon ngunit ngayon ko lang namiss ang mga masasayang tv shows na lagi kong pinapanuod nung bata pa ko.  eto sila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bioman&lt;/strong&gt; - ang una at pinakamaganda sa mga cyborg japanese anime. the best ang istorya nya ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thundercats&lt;/strong&gt; - kasi mahilig ako sa cat family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tigersharks&lt;/strong&gt; - favorite ko yung bida na nagiging half-whale, si orca ata yun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visionaries&lt;/strong&gt; - yung mga tao na may hayop sa dibdib tapos nagiging hayop sila kung anu yung nakadrawing sa dibdib nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;garfield and friends &lt;/strong&gt;- favorite ko si odie, tsaka yung itlog na may paa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;popeye &lt;/strong&gt;- di ko to masyadong gusto pero ok na din&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daimos&lt;/strong&gt; - mas maganda kesa voltes v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cedie, peter pan, sarah:ang munting prinsesa, julio at julia, dog of flanders, si mary at ang lihim na hardin, little women 2, remi, at madami pang iba...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadyang nakakamiss maging bata... lalo na pag naaalala mo ang mga cartoons na iniiyakan mo pag di mo napapanood.  ngayon, iba na ang iniiyakan natin, gaya ng acads, lovelife, problema....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan, gagawa na ulit ako ng takehome exam namin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-111194365675145120?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/111194365675145120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=111194365675145120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111194365675145120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111194365675145120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/03/panuoring-pambata.html' title='Panuoring Pambata'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-111081346280887847</id><published>2005-03-14T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:17:42.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choco Loco Wacko</title><content type='html'>The best way into a man’s heart is through his stomach; that is, in my case, very true.  But the best bullet that could penetrate deep into my stomach is made from pure cacao beans – CHOCOLATES!  Yep, that’s right, for me chocolates are always a good thing – and it may be one of the best things that could make me happy, Ü…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro kung dumating na yung time na may liligawan na ko, sobrang mamumulubi ako.  Pa’no ba naman, feeling ko bukod sa bibilhin kong chocolate para sa kanya, obligado rin akong bumili ng chocolate para sa sarili ko (para hindi ako maiinggit kumbaga).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di na siguro nakapagtataka na pangarap kong makakain sa Chocolate Factory (basahin ang isa sa previous entries ko) na hanggang ngayon ay hindi ko pa din nakikita; at kaya hindi din ako nadisappoint masyado nang mahanap naming ni Shally ang Chocolate Lover sa halip na Chocolate Factory kasi nga natambakan naman ang harap ko ng mga naguumapaw na chocolates, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing kailangan kong magpabarya, pupunta ko sa Mercury Drug o kaya sa ibang grocery, tapos kung hindi Jelly Ace ang bibilhin ko, natural chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong particular na paborito, basta bigyan nyo ko, ok na yun! (nagpaparinig…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time bago ako magexam sa 122 e binigyan ako ni Maits ng Crunch.  Unexpected yun, at natuwa naman ako.  Ü  Kahit bumagsak ako dunsa exam na yun, happy pa din!&lt;br /&gt;Salamat Maits…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina binigyan ako ni Angge ng chocolate galling sa padala ng dad niya, Caramilk.  Bago yun sa panlasa ko, kaya enjoy!  Salamat Angge…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sweet ko no?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segway:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwento ko lang ang nangyari kanina:  Kinain ang ATM card ko sa Equitable-PCI bank sa may amin.  Nung i-c-claim ko na, hiningan ako ng 2 valid ID’s.  Ang problema hindi magka-match yung pirma ko dun sa dalawang ID ko.  So binigay ko yung sedula ko.  Magkamatch naman yung pirma ko dun dun sa isa kong ID.  Ang problema, wala ni isa man dun ang magkamatch sa pirma ko sa ATM card ko. Kamalas-malasan naman oo!  Hindi ko tuloy nakuha.  Ipapadala na lang daw sa Branch ng Allied Bank kung saan ko kinuha yung card ko.  Buti na lang sa branch na yun nagttrabaho dad ko.  Pero kainis pa din…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segway ulit:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina nagkkwentuhan sina Anne at Shally tungkol sa weight nila.  Biglang sinabi ni Shally na yung mama niya e oatmeal lang ang kinakain sa gabi.  At eto na naman po ako – alam niyo ba na nandidiri ako sa oatmeal?  Opo.  Kadiri siya.  Nasusuka na ko habang nagkkwentuhan sila, nirequest ko pang itigil na nila yung kwentuhan kasi malapit na kong maduwal…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-111081346280887847?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/111081346280887847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=111081346280887847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111081346280887847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111081346280887847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/03/choco-loco-wacko.html' title='Choco Loco Wacko'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-111073403426971680</id><published>2005-03-14T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T01:13:54.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consuelo De Bobo</title><content type='html'>last Saturday was my fourth long exam sa ES 12.  as usual, flunking na naman ang score ko. wish ko lang hindi kasing baba ng teenager grade ko nung third exam.  as sobrang baba hindi ko na naatim kunin ang paper ko.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, mahirap pa rin ang dose hanggang ngayon, mas may chance lang pumasa kasi may laboratory part na.  sa hirap ng mga exams sa dose, ang tanging consuelo ko lang ay mga kilig moments, hehe. Ü  i never missed one on the day of the exam.  kanino? well, since blog is for public viewing, as usual i won't tell who... Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang weird talaga ng result ng quizilla, saying that my heart is pink, duh, at sinabi pa nila na it was almost gross daw!  hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang pangit na ng star in a million mula nang ginawa siyang search for a star in a million.  una yung hosts pa lang ay ayaw ko na, then hindi ko din nagustuhan masyado yung format, at lalo na yung mga finalists, walang talent! kapamilya pa naman ako, pero dis tym, mas maganda na ata ang pinoy pop superstar.  sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, since march something na nag-aaral ako ngayon for my ce 22 exam.  at wish ko dumating na si mam escoto.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited na din ako sa photo shoot namin mamayang hapon. consuelo de bobo before the exam, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday ng lolo ko today, but he died when i was in third year high school. i think we're still going to celebrate it later sa don fabian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish ko magkapera na ko.  i badly need the money for my project and ec treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-111073403426971680?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/111073403426971680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=111073403426971680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111073403426971680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111073403426971680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/03/consuelo-de-bobo.html' title='Consuelo De Bobo'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-111063644518094918</id><published>2005-03-12T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:07:25.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart is pink? duh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1043988754_cturesPink.JPG" border="0" alt="Pink info"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so weird... i don't believe a single thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-111063644518094918?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/111063644518094918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=111063644518094918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111063644518094918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111063644518094918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-heart-is-pink-duh.html' title='my heart is pink? duh....'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-111038066924742753</id><published>2005-03-09T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T23:04:29.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sign of the True Gemini</title><content type='html'>Name: Jay Louie Velasco&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: June 4, 1983&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Gemini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemini.  The Twins.  Split personality.  Extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me.  I am an epitome of a true Gemini.  I have an extremely split personality.  Who I am at home is very different to who I portray at school or anywhere else.  The Jay that my parents, brother, neighbors and relatives know is very different to the Louie that my friends, classmates and schoolmates know, and a whole lot different to the Jay Louie whom my acquaintances know.  Here’s why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa bahay, may pagka-masungit ako, dadaldal at minsan sinusumpong at tatahimik na lang.  Iyakin nung bata, bihira na nung tumanda.  Mabilis akong mandiri kapag yung pagkain ko e kinagatan na ng kahit sino sa pamilya ko, lalo na kapag kuya ko.  Kelangan may sarili akong baso pag kumakain, at walang pwedeng makiinom.  Lately lang akong pumapayag na makiinom tatay ko sa baso ko.  Siyenpre dahil siya nagbibigay ng baon ko e.  Lahat ng ito, sa bahay lamang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa eskwela, at kapag kasama ang mga berks, maingay, madaldal, mahilig mag-joke, playful, touchy, at lahat ng hindi ako kapag nasa bahay na.  At ok lang din sa kin ang makiinom at may makiinom sa kin kahit sa straw.  Hindi ako nandidiri.  Well, siyempre exemption yung mga taong kadiri talaga.  Ok lang din sa kin yung makipag-share ng pagkain, yung makisubo sa kutsara ng may kutsara, at ibang bagay gaya nun.  Noong elementary and high school days I used to be strong, at mejo naging iyakin ako ngayong college.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’m trying to say is that I act differently in front of my family versus my friends.  And I don’t even know the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collision.  Once na magsama na ang mga kaibigan ko at family ko, nag-iiba na naman ako.  Ako na ang taong tahimik, meek, hindi makabasag pinggan, mukhang napakamasunuring anak at super tinong kaibigan.  Ugaling hindi talaga ako.  Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kung ano naman ang ikinaingay ko, yun naman ang ikinatorpe ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatas.  Diring-diri ako sa gatas.  At honestly nasusuka talaga ako kapag nakakakita ako ng isang basong gatas, or taong umiinom ng gatas.  Actually nasusuka na ko habang tina-type ko to.  Sobrang puti kasi niya e.  Nakakadiri.  I remember one time nag-uusap kami ni Rox, then sabi ko ayokong makarinig ng gatas kasi nasusuka ko dahil naiimagine ko, siya naman bigla niyang sinigaw, “GATAS, GATAS, GATAS!”, then voila!  Muntik na kong masuka, as in naduwal na ko’t bumaligtad na sikmura ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the funny thing is, gusto ko may gatas ang halo-halo ko, gusto ko din ng pastillas, leche flan, yema, milk chocolate, gusto ko ring magpapak ng powdered milk, gusto ko ring may evap ang champorado ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I eat milk, but to drink it, please have mercy on me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching American idol.  Mario and Amanda are both Gemini.  Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my top 12[not exactly my favorites, but whom I think will probably make it]: Anwar, Bo, Constantine, Anthony, Mario, Nikko, Amanda, Carrie, Lindsay, Vonzell, Nadia, Mikalah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-111038066924742753?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/111038066924742753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=111038066924742753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111038066924742753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111038066924742753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/03/sign-of-true-gemini.html' title='The Sign of the True Gemini'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-111029990799081928</id><published>2005-03-08T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:38:28.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>KEM elections were over. At last! The 9 slates were complete.  Congratulations to the winners of the second elections!  But I’m also sad for my friends who did not quite make it.  I really can’t say that I’m very much happy because I know that they also deserve the positions.  If only there are other positions available.  &lt;Sigh!?!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week would be very busy.  It’s the start of our work, or at least the planning part of it.  I hope we perform well in our fields.  Please support us.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just finished watching “Million Dollar Baby”.  All I can say is that it is well deserved to win the Best Picture award, and even the acting awards.  Bravo!  At first I was hesitant to watch the film thinking that it could be boring, but hey!  It was damn great!  I almost got carried away by the scenes.  It was very dramatic; almost like I’m on the verge of tears.  And take note:  I hate boxing, but Hilary Swank and Clint Eastwood make it look like it was a sport of discipline.  Go Hilary!  Go Clint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like spending money in things I don’t like but I have to for the sole reason of needing it.  I and my group mates just found out that we will be spending Php 2000 on our design project for our major. Just hate it.  I don’t like calling my dad in the office just for the reason that I’d be needing money.  But I have to.  Heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Sunday, I have only Php 500 to spend for the entire week.  And I’ve got till Saturday.  Tell me how can I survive?  Would you believe that it is already Tuesday and I still got Php 450?  It’s true.  I’m not having my regular lunch just to be able to survive the week.  Talk about bankruptcy.  And how do I manage to get to watch a movie?  Let’s just say I have friends whom I can rely to.  &lt;Wink!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American idol rocks!  I’m betting on Nikko and Scott to be sent home by Thursday, but with their performances tonight things might change a bit.  Travis might be sent home; and Scott, although he has a wonderful rendition of Dolly Parton’s ‘I can’t help myself’, might as well be going home on Thursday.  But I wish it would be Nikko, since Pol and I played bets with Rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried the new Japanese restaurant at SM-North called Jumbo-japs.  Kamameshi rice doesn’t taste that good.  Tokyo! Tokyo! is still better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really a different situation when you hang out with the boys versus hanging out with the girls.  I’m a very flexible person; I can hang out and blend with other people.  I am also the touchy-type of a guy, that’s why I have lots of female friends.  It is nice hanging around with them, for I’d know their secrets, butt in with their conversations and girl talks, and sometimes act as a confidant.  But with the guy berks it was totally different.  The topics we talk about were very different.  We can talk about girls/women, infatuations, fantasies, curiosity, and uhm, ok, even lust &lt;censored!&gt;.  But that’s not limited to that only.  We talk about serious stuffs, too, like… uhm, like…, uhm, things like that. &lt;Grin!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice talking to Rob and Mike a while ago.  Sa uulitin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-111029990799081928?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/111029990799081928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=111029990799081928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111029990799081928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/111029990799081928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/03/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110999324623134885</id><published>2005-03-05T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T11:27:26.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving myself lots of break</title><content type='html'>Part 2 – The Social Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I’ve been spending all of my money for gimmicks.  It was cool actually, and I’ve no regrets into anything.  After the elections we went staright into KJ’s house in Cavite to celebrate her 21st birthday. (See Rob’s blog for some of the details, haha!).  After several days I thought I’d be saving lots of money, because I need it for some reasons, but here’s the temptations again:  Bowling and Movies.  I just can’t resist the two.  We bowled at Xybowl and after three games we went directly at Yakal to watch American Idol, and went to see Bushindaba (Jaopanese for Ouija board).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day later we went to Chocolate Kiss for dinner.  My original plan was to watch American Idol again at Yakal.  But Angge asked Mike and myself to accompany her to FORCE”s victory party at McDonald’s.  But before the party even started we went off to spend dinner at Choc Kiss.  Well, it was still fun though.  But after looking through my wallet – things will never be the same next week!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of American Idol, I hate to see 2 of my bets in the top 12 to go this early. Joseph Murena and Aloha Misheaux went home last Thursday.  So for their replacements I’d be choosing Bo Bice and Vonzell Solomon. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next update&lt;/strong&gt;:  After the 2nd elections of KEM…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-110999324623134885?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110999324623134885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110999324623134885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110999324623134885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110999324623134885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/03/giving-myself-lots-of-break.html' title='Giving myself lots of break'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110951818499492536</id><published>2005-02-24T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T23:29:44.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowowee spells Victory!!!ÜÜÜ Yipee!</title><content type='html'>Part 1 - The Politics&lt;br /&gt;Recap ko lang ang nangyari this week.  Friday nagovernight kami kina Pol para gumawa ng SPOA.  Mike, Maja and I are running for the Executive Council.  3:30 am ko na natapos ang SPOA ko, den ginising ko si Mike. At ako naman ang natulog.  7:30 na nang magising ako at si Maja na ang gumagawa, akala ko tapos na si Mike, wala pala siyang nagawa, hehe.  To sum up the morning, natapos naman naming lahat in due time at nakaalis kaming lahat, including Jaime, Angge, Pads, Rob, and Steve at lunch time.  We arrived in UP past 3:30 pm na. Grabe, at 5pm ang deadline ng SPOA.  Buti na lang at umabot kami. &lt;br /&gt;Monday: start na ng campaign, nakagawa naman kami ng campaign materials last Sunday gaya ng posters at giveaways.  “Wowowee, Jay Louie!” nga pala ang campaign slogan ko.  Corny kasi wala na kong maisip na matino nun.  I was thinking of “&lt;em&gt;Aanhin pa ang damo kung nandyan naman si Velasco&lt;/em&gt;” pero mas kadiri yun.  I was having a hard time during the campaign, may kalaban kasi.  At aggressive si Gary, he really wants to win.  But for me it was a healthy competition (I guess siya din ganun).  Buti pa si Maja and Mike, wala kasing kalaban.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday na at kinakabahan na talaga ako.  I’m not popular sa mga sophies, at no time to campaign talaga ako kasi may laboratory pa ko whole day.  Haaargh! &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday came at it’s time for the Miting de Avance.  Lots of questions were asked to us, but one good thing is wala naman masyado personal, at walang nagtry to induce character assassination; well except for one, and I am very disappointed.  At the end of the day, sabi ko sa sarili ko, ok lang na matalo, at least I tried.  Tsaka mas gusto ko nang Makita na ang boto ay mapupunta kay Gary kaysa sa Abstain.  Mas masakit yun.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday come election day.  At first di pa ko kabado.  Pero nung narealize ko na yung mga supporters ko, especially yung Fifth years, halos di pa nakakboto.  Ano ba to? Nafeel ko talaga na matatalo ako, worse, walang mananalo sa ming dalawa.  5:30 na, paalis na sina Anne kasi magoovernight na sila kina Iche, at maiiwan na ko dun sa tambayan.  Yung Kemelec nagreready na para sa bilangan.  And suddenly nangingilid na yung luha sa mata ko.  Nafi-feel ko talaga na wala akong pag-asa.  Good thing Erma tried to comfort, or at least talk to me.  Later nagyaya si Mike pumuntang Yakal, at sinilip naming yung bilangan.  The first five votes were counted, and it was 5-0-0 to my favor, Mike has 2-3, and maja has 4-1.  Wow, first five votes sa kin.  Pero malayo pa yun.  I need 56 votes.  Maja and Mike needs 70.  Tamprurot na si Mike kasi ang dami na daw niyang abstain simula pa lang ng bilangan.  Di na daw siya tatakbo kung sakaling matalo.  Later I returned knowing na tapos na ang bilangan.  Mike and Maja were in cheering.  Gary was in Hamunan.  Kinakabahan ako pero kelangan malaman.  And guess what? We won!  Hurrah!  Pero hanggang ngayon e di ko pa siya masyadong naaabsorb.  Siguro pag tambay ko na lang sa Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-110951818499492536?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110951818499492536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110951818499492536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110951818499492536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110951818499492536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/02/wowowee-spells-victory-yipee.html' title='Wowowee spells Victory!!!ÜÜÜ Yipee!'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110842750198372437</id><published>2005-02-13T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T08:31:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maskara</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Isang pakulo, isang palaro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto ang Talentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 – cartoon character (ako si Kamatayan); 2003 – pajama party (absent ako nito); 2004 – hat party (ako ang may pinakamaliit at pinakacute na hat – cowboy hat! A la Justin Timberlake sa video ng Work It)&lt;br /&gt;2005 – masquerade party – (supposedly isa akong Egyptian god pero nalate kami ng dating so naibigay sa iba yung maskara ko. Wala tuloy ako)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maskara.  Ngayon lang ata naging symbolic tema ang Talentine.  My lips are sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt; I, Maita, Anne and Allan went to the Talentine venue at around 7:30 pm.  We were late and the program has already started.  We could already see WAMCOM doing their dance number.  I could clearly see Jurrel, LP, Angge, Mike, Shey and a bunch of other WAMCOMmers dancing Halukay Ube.  They were great.  I wonder why they did not win the top prize, instead it went to EDUCOM with their Smokers’ Night-style of Tong Song.  We, the PRC did a 20 second dance version of Totoy Bibo.  It was a total crap!  Too bad Fra wasn’t there.&lt;br /&gt; I drank Allan’s beer and it tastes good.  I have never appreciated beer so much before, and I wanna drink some more.&lt;br /&gt; After the Memcom meeting, we left for Maita’s house.  There we watched The Bodyguard, had a few snacks and went to sleep.  Actually, I was the one who had a good night sleep, because Anne and Maita couldn’t sleep well since Allan snores loudly and I’m like a wild child on bed.  Har har har!  Sorry guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-110842750198372437?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110842750198372437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110842750198372437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110842750198372437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110842750198372437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/02/maskara.html' title='Maskara'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110842720508836184</id><published>2005-02-12T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T08:26:45.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Feeling!!! – The Funny, The Mushy, The Hungry, The Sleepy Me</title><content type='html'>…&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;’Happiness is a prescription. Laughter is the best medicine’ - Jay Louie Velasco (oo ako nag-isip nito, at least yung first part ng quote)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaga ako dumating ng tambayan(actually late na kasi 10am na yun) pero wala pang tao sa tambayan.  Haay! Sayang kasi magpapaturo pa naman ako ng dose sa mga tao sana.  So ang ending ko dahil hindi ko naman alam sagutan ang prob set ng dose ay ang pagbabasa ng app logbook naming.  Andaming nakasulat grabe! Ang tagal ko nang di nagbabasa.  Heto ang sample ng mga matitinding entries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mga blind items, with matching bading words ala Startalk format.  Funny siya at iisipin mo talaga kung totoo ba yun o joke lang.  In fairness napag-isip ako dun.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jokes na nakakatawa talaga!  Hahaha!  Eto example:  ano sinabi ng posporo sa kapwa posporo? Ans. Match tayo… ÜÜÜ  eto pa: ano capital ng Malaysia na hindi makalakad? Ans. Kuala LUMPO! Haha!  Eto pa: ano capital ng Malaysia na nakakain? Ans. Kuala LUMPIA!  Haha ulit!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para akong baliw na tawa ng tawa mag-isa sa tambayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, natapos ko nang basahin ang logbook kaya nainip na ako.  Nang biglang…  may dumating!  Ayan, naglalakad siya papalapit sa akin… at tinawag niya ang pangalan ko – ‘LOUIE!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…out of nowhere, kinilig ako bigla! Yihee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Curious na ba kayong malaman kung sino yun? Hehe.  Hindi siya si IP.  Siya ang aking dating labopmaylayp [ kadiri mushy na, corny pa!].  Anyway back to my kwento, jackpot dahil dalawa lang kami sa tambayan.  Magkatabi, ako nagkukunwaring nagsosolve ng dose at walang pakialam pero ang totoo natutuwa ako.  Haaaaay! Kinikilig ako, hehe.  Ano ba ito? Destiny na ba kami? Joke lang.  Kakasulat ko lang sa isang previous post na over na ko sa kanya.  In fairness, over na naman ako.  I already lost the loving feeling, pero yung kilig factor siyempre nandun pa rin. Ü  Naniniwala ba kayo sa kin?  Sana…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Naudlot ang aking daydreaming, nagising ulit ako at napabalik sa Matrix nang dumating na sa tambayan ang aking favorite blockmate.  Hay naku, friend pa naman kita, pero wrong timing ang pagdating mo, nasa cloud 9 na sana ako nun.  Hmmp!  Ayun pumunta na tuloy siya ng library dahil nagtext na yung friend niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Buti na lang, kung may isang magandang nangyari bago dumating si favorite blockmate ito na yun, nakahingi ako ng grad pic nya.  YAHOOO! But wait, wala siyang dala ngayon, pero nagpromise naman siya na bibigyan niya ko, at siyempre ako bibigyan ko din siya, para if ever na marealize niya na ako pala ang para sa kanya, titignan na lang niya yung picture ko (ANNOUNCEMENT: Joke lang po to ha, pero half meant, Ü).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;… &lt;em&gt;ginutom na ko, oras na ng pagkain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ansaya talaga ng Open House ng mga dorms!  Libre lunch.  Thank you Angge, thank you Maja, thank you Yacel!  At ang ganda ng Ilang ha.  Salamat din kay Mike dahil free lunch din kahapon sa Yakal naman.  Ang laki-laki ng natipid ko, bwahaha!  Nagstay ako dun hanggang 3pm dahil may exam pa ko.  Heto na po ang last part ng kwento ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…kumbaga sa 7 dwarfs ni Snow White, ako si Sleepy, at least for today lang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hindi ko talaga maintindihan ang lesson ng dose ngayon.  And for sure bagsak ako dun.  Actually, wala akong masagutan sa 1st 30 minutes, at napilitan lang ako nun para hindi ma-zero.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Inaantok na ko.  Stop na to.  Bukas ay talentine pa.  Sana masaya siya.  Matutulog na ko.  For sure late ako magigising sa sobrang pagod.  Ocsalev now signing off.  Static…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ocsalev out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-110842720508836184?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110842720508836184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110842720508836184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110842720508836184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110842720508836184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-feeling-funny-mushy-hungry-sleepy.html' title='What a Feeling!!! – The Funny, The Mushy, The Hungry, The Sleepy Me'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110793364405563702</id><published>2005-02-09T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T15:20:44.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fetish</title><content type='html'>Nobody knows about this, now I’m telling it to the world(wide web) – I have an extreme fascination, or fetish, for human teeth.  What I mean is, I like looking at other people’s teeth, and it gives me a sense of completeness. Do you think it’s funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good set of teeth, that’s what I believe, or at least my front set of teeth are good – since I already have quite a number of fillings already especially on my molars.  Thanks to my dentist, which is by the way my aunt, who always gives me free dental services since I was a child and way back when she was still a student in CEU.  I have had oral prophylaxis, tooth extraction, fillings, sealant, fluoride, bite plain and retainers all for free!  And because my aunt taught me how to take care of them, maybe that is the reason for my teeth fascination.  I’m happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may never notice (and because I never let them notice) that when I’m talking to them,  I’m actually looking directly at their mouths and staring at their teeth most of the time.  Hahaha!  It’s a guilty pleasure!  I like to analyze how different each other’s teeth were formed, how canines are not of the same sharpness, how do braces stick to the teeth, and how they do magic and arranges your teeth properly, and why do some people are not as blessed as the others that they don’t have a good set of teeth.  Aaawww, poor them (hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has the best set of teeth among all my friends, lucky for him.  Pepot has the second best set, good for her.  Who’s the worst?  I won’t tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got one problem though, I can’t project my mouth to smile perfectly.  I want to accentuate on my incisors up to my canines, and hide the others when I smile, but I can’t do it.  I try but I just can’t do it.  I just end up hating photo shoots because I don’t smile good.  Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-110793364405563702?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110793364405563702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110793364405563702' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110793364405563702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110793364405563702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/02/tooth-fetish.html' title='Tooth Fetish'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110761046097066943</id><published>2005-02-05T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T21:34:20.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filthy emotions</title><content type='html'>Deena, from Survivor Amazon once quoted: “Human emotions are controlled by human sentiments…” – and I agree to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiiintindihan ko na ngayon si Sir Nato nung time na nag-walkout siya sa klase naming sa 133, when he was annoyed when audric and decaf was noisy during the class [sorry if I mentioned your names], and eventually prompted him to take a leave the semester after.  The reason for his action? Emotional attachment.  One may seem to find that he could be a bit overacting, but when emotions set in, sometimes we tend to do things that may be a little bit out-of-bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pangit ng gising ko ngayong araw na to.  May nangyari kagabi at ngayong umaga na nakapagpasira ng araw ko.  Obvious tuloy sa mga nakasama ko ngayong araw na bad trip ako[at nadagdagn pa dahil second to the last ako sa ranking naming sa bowling kanina].  Napilitan tuloy akong huwag sumama kina Rob dahil naiinis talaga ko at muntik na kong sumabog[I hope I’m not misinterpreted]. Gusto ko pa namang gumagala sa bahay ng kaibigan.   Pasensiya na, tao lamang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends really do bring out the best and the worst in you, huh?  And to me, I am but a victim of sentiments I keep from my friends.  I have some friends that I care as much as I do for my family, sometimes even more.  Minsan, nakakalungkot isipin na yun pang mga kaibigan mong pinapahalagahan e yun pa yung makakasakit sa damdamin mo.  Alam ko naming hindi nila yun sinasadya, pero an mas masakit e yung malalaman mo na hindi ka pa pala nila talaga kilala, na hindi nila naa-appreciate yung mga ginagawa mo para sa kanila, at pag ikaw na yung may kailangan sa kanila,  malulungkot ka dahil wala sila dyan para sa iyo.  Is it bad to expect something from them?  For me I think not.  Correct me if I’m wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I will not expect something from my friends.  I’ll just let their friendship to me come the way they want it to be and I’ll swallow them whole and wholeheartedly.ÜÜÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok na ko, hindi na ko bad trip.ÜÜÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sana, hindi na ulit ako ma-bad trip.&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/7660635-110761046097066943?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110761046097066943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110761046097066943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110761046097066943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110761046097066943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/02/filthy-emotions.html' title='Filthy emotions'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110734807449132232</id><published>2005-02-02T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T20:41:14.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga munting pangarap ni Louie</title><content type='html'>Narito ang aking mga munting pangarap na gusto kong magkaron ng katuparan sa tamang pagkakataon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Gusto ko na habang college pa ko e isang araw Makita ko sa Eng’g ang isang long time friend na matagal ko nang di nakikita at sisigawan ko siya ng “Hoy &lt;name of friend&gt;!  Kamusta? Anung ginagawa mo rito?”, habang lahat ng tao ay nagtinginan na sa min dahil eskanadaloso ang tagpong iyon. Ü&lt;br /&gt;	Pagkagraduate ko ay gusto kong magtayo ng restaurant, kung hindi sa Cavite e somewhere na matao para maghit siya.  At ang menus ko ay puro breakfast and dessert meals, tsaka mga chocolates.  Gusto ko din na makasosyo ang isang close friend. &lt;br /&gt;	 Gusto kong makapunta at makakain sa The Chocolate Factory, isang resto na lahat ng dishes nila ay merong chocolate. Yum! Yum!  Nai-feature kasi siay sa F! last year ata.  Ang kaso, hindi ko alam kung saan siya.  Tinray kong hanapin sa directory pero wala siya.  Haaay…&lt;br /&gt;	Gusto kong makapag-asawa at the age of 25.  pero shit! 21 na ko at wala pa kong girlfriend so panu kaya mangyayari yun?&lt;br /&gt;	Gusto kong makasali sa isang song writing contest.  May mga nagawa na kong kanta kaya naghihintay na lang ako ng isang contest gaya ng Himig handog, song festival o kung anuman.&lt;br /&gt;	Gusto kong mapag-aralan ang piano, tapos ang violin, tapos ang gitara.&lt;br /&gt;	Gusto kong makapagtrabaho sa isang food related company, wala nang iba.&lt;br /&gt;	Gusto ko nang ganahan ako para mag-gym, ang tamad ko kasi kaya ang taba pa rin ng tiyan ko.&lt;br /&gt;	Gusto kong mag-aral ng voice lessons right after kong grumadweyt, then sasali ako sa isang singing contest at mananalo ako.&lt;br /&gt;	Gusto kong maging girlfriend si …. [hulaan nyo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-110734807449132232?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110734807449132232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110734807449132232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110734807449132232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110734807449132232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/02/mga-munting-pangarap-ni-louie.html' title='Mga munting pangarap ni Louie'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110734797902078118</id><published>2005-01-31T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T20:39:39.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An elegy</title><content type='html'>We’re just so happy last Wednesday.  Then three days later something very bad happened.  Jurrel’s dad died last Saturday due to heart attack .  He was just 49.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that hit my mind when the news reached me was the EC curse.  It wasn’t really a curse, just an observation that every year our organization’s set of officers had an immediate family that pass away.  The oldest that we could date was way back in 2001.  I hope that the curse would be broken.  Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kJ, Jhovy and I went to Batangas today to attend the wake of his father.  We arrived at 10 pm after 3 hours of trip.  His family was very hospitable and we we’re touched by the warm welcome.  Even though there was a funeral, they made us feel that everything is still ok.  Jurrel tried to be as natural as he is, and we feel that he tries to be strong for him and his family.  I admire his courage and sense of responsibility for that.  My condolences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-110734797902078118?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110734797902078118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110734797902078118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110734797902078118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110734797902078118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/01/elegy.html' title='An elegy'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110734786166696532</id><published>2005-01-26T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T20:37:41.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dedication, disclosure and an avowal</title><content type='html'>To my very first college friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been together for almost five years now, and I know that some of you will be leaving us behind.  I just wanted you to know that I am very thankful to have friends like you guys.  You have helped me mold into a new being that I am now.  I have changed so much deep inside me, although some people don’t realize that.  I hope that I have touched your lives the way you have touched mine.  We may have parted ways during the course of our college lives, but I’m happy to find out that we’re still good friends just like before, when we used to hang out at Jurrel’s place, playing Pokemon and eating lunch.  I miss the old times…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	June 27, 2002 – we watched Minority Report.  All of us are just new members of KEM.  This will be our last gimmick for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Fast forward – January 26, 2005 – good thing Jhovy organized another gimmick!  This was our very first in two and a half years.  We ate at Tokyo Tokyo and went directly to Worlds of Fun!  And yes, we had fun… ÜÜÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a long lost love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only turn back the hands of time, then I would have that what I supposed to do – and that’s the wish that I should’ve never let you go.  I know I almost had you, and if I just did things one step earlier, then chances are I have not let you slip away.  Too bad I haven’t told my feelings for you, and there could never be a chance that I could say that.  I was a fool back then, and I was so afraid to tell you my feelings (for so many reasons that I could only keep to myself), now you’re just a past that I would never want to forget.  I can’t as of present time that I still love you, coz I know that I’m moving on, but what I can say is that I am only almost over you.  Thank you for the memories…  goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my I.P.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea who you are, unless my friends tell it to you, you will never find out.  But I just wanna say that I like you (a lot) , and I’m holding back my feelings so that I can feel nothing more than that.  I have never been in love to a friend and that’s the way it should be.  And besides, I want somebody else for you, so let’s keep our friendship tight and don’t put it on the rocks, right?  You have been an inspiration to me for the past few months and I wanna thank you for that.  I hope you stay jovial and lovable as you are right now.  Take care.  I hope you read this message.ÜÜÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-110734786166696532?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110734786166696532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110734786166696532' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110734786166696532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110734786166696532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/01/dedication-disclosure-and-avowal.html' title='A Dedication, disclosure and an avowal'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110649561367445194</id><published>2005-01-23T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:53:33.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top of the Pops</title><content type='html'>MTV Diyes does this weekly top ten anything list.  I think now’s my turn to have my own version  of that.  So here’s my three top ten lists of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite female artist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)	Geri Halliwell – I don’t know when this happened, but I just found out that I deeply like her.  Go Geri!&lt;br /&gt;2.)	Alicia Keys – what more can I say? She’s pure talent.&lt;br /&gt;3.)	Nyko Maca – [from star in a million season 2] too bad she ain’t bagged the top prize, hope I see her again soon…&lt;br /&gt;4.)	Macy Gray – her husky voice tells it all&lt;br /&gt;5.)	Dido – she’s no angel, but her voice is angelic!&lt;br /&gt;6.)	Faith Hill – the most beautiful and the best country singer ever&lt;br /&gt;7.)	Camile Velasco – great talent! And we share the same surname.  Too bad we ain’t related though&lt;br /&gt;8.)	Jessica Simpson – Nick Lachey must be very lucky to have her&lt;br /&gt;9.)	Mariah Carey – simply because she is the singer of my favorite song, One Sweet Day&lt;br /&gt;10.)Gayle Dizon – soul sensation; where is she now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite male artist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)	Robbie Williams – bad boy for life.  But talent-wise, he’s good!&lt;br /&gt;2.)	Eminem – everybody listens to his music.  Let’s all admit that.&lt;br /&gt;3.)	Usher – the ugly duckling turned to a handsome drake.  What’s good is he creates beautiful rnb music.&lt;br /&gt;4.)	Duncan [Blue] – don’t you know him?&lt;br /&gt;5.)	Shaggy – Boombastic&lt;br /&gt;6.)	Gary V. – he has all what it takes for everyone to like him&lt;br /&gt;7.)	Michael Buble – who says jazz is already dead?&lt;br /&gt;8.)	Jay Durias – former fat boy singing falsetto&lt;br /&gt;9.)	Christian Bautista – the most successful of the star search winners&lt;br /&gt;10.)Stevie Wonder – he puts heart and soul to his music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest pet peeve (Tagalog ako dito):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)	Jeepney scene: Kapag dalawa na lang kaming pasahero ng jeep, ako nasa dulo at yung isa nasa bungad, tapos ipapaabot niya yung bayad niya sa akin at ine-expect niya na ako pa yung lalapit para lang abutin yung bayad niya!  Grrr talaga!&lt;br /&gt;2.)	Snack time scene: Kapag humihingi ako ng pagkain (e.g., chichirya) sa isang tao tapos magkukunwari siya na ayaw niya kong bigyan.  Bad trip! Napapahiya ako dun [para kasi akong nagmumukhang patay-gutom na humihingi ng limos].  In return, kapag sinabi na nila na joke lang, hindi na ko kumukuha, para sila naman ang maguilty.  Sweet revenge!&lt;br /&gt;3.)	Jeepney scene part 2: Kapag deadma ang mga tao sa pag-abot ng bayad ko sa jeep.  The nerves!&lt;br /&gt;4.)	Late comers! Lalo na pag ako na ang late tapos ako pa rin yung mauuna sa meeting place.&lt;br /&gt;5.)	Mga strangers na bigla akong kakausapin at makikipagkwentuhan na di ko naman trip kausap at required akong ngumiti para naman di siya mapahiya.&lt;br /&gt;6.)	Mga kapal muks, mayabang at annoying professors and instructors [wala silang kailangang ipagyabang sa mundong ibabaw]&lt;br /&gt;7.)	Eeeewww! Mga taong nakikita kong umiinom ng gatas. Nasusuka ako.  I just hate milk.&lt;br /&gt;8.)	Everytime na dadaan ako sa tambayan ng IE Club, nakakasuka dahil naaamoy ko yung tae ng pusa dun sa may stairs.  Pero amazing dahil ang tindi ng tolerance ng IEClubbers dun ha! Nakukuha pa nilang kumain sa tambayan nila.&lt;br /&gt;9.)	Bad breath, please lang tantanan ako! Tsaka may mga BO.  Kasi ako naaamoy ko ang sarili ko pag mabaho na ko no!&lt;br /&gt;10.)Lovers na nag-p-PDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ayun na yun!  Try ko pag-isip for next time.  &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/7660635-110649561367445194?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110649561367445194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110649561367445194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110649561367445194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110649561367445194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/01/top-of-pops.html' title='Top of the Pops'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110639961640781381</id><published>2005-01-22T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T21:13:36.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about haircut and examination</title><content type='html'>at last, my examination in es 12 is over. i did not study hard, but i think i passed the exam. yahoo for me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that everytime i have an exam, my hai has grown long ebough for me to look like someone who did not took a bath.  hah! bangag! ewan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;american idol started and it was all funny!  i wonder when does star in a million would start?  i'm looking forward to a better season this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is another hectic day.  i'll finish my che 140 report and study for my thermodynamics exam.   hay buhay....&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/7660635-110639961640781381?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110639961640781381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110639961640781381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110639961640781381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110639961640781381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/01/about-haircut-and-examination.html' title='about haircut and examination'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110534014296281176</id><published>2005-01-10T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T14:55:42.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>Umiikot ang karma.  Gaya nga ng kanta ni Alicia Keys...  Nag-away kami ng kuya ko kahapon, ang dahilan:  PC.  Pinalitan niya kasi yung appearance ng PC namin, yung shade e ginawa niyang black.  nairita ako kaya binalik ko sa dati.  sukat ba namang lagyan ng password para di ko mabuksan.  Isinumbong ko nga sa mommy ko (with matching iyak pa yun...parang star circle national teen quest, para strong ang performance ko, hehe) at yun pinagalitan siya.  nagsigawan kami later.  at after ng lunch time, ayun, nilagnat na po siya.  habang ako ay nagpapakasarap sa PC siya ay nilalagnat, nahihilo at nagsusuka.  sweet revenge... pero hindi masyado.  naawa naman ako.  pero karma pa rin yun sa kanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-110534014296281176?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110534014296281176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110534014296281176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110534014296281176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110534014296281176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2005/01/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110507327865558977</id><published>2004-12-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T12:47:58.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother and child</title><content type='html'>Mom and I had a fight, or should I say I misunderstanding.  But it was I who provoked her to get mad at me.  The reason? Never mind.  But it’s not that it was something that is not maddening, I just think that she overreacted.  Well, I don’t know, but at least in my point of view.  But it’s ok.  We’ll be ok in a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn’t say that Christmas vacation could be so boring?  Well for me, as a pastime, I just read back issues of reader’s digest.  And all I do is read the humor page, challenge page and the fillers, because I really don’t have time to read all the extra long articles and cover stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make:  are you guys familiar about the fact that reader’s digest pays $100 for contributions for their sections in Life’s Like That, Laughter the Best Medicine, As Kids See It, and interesting fillers for and pages?  Well to tell the truth, it’s my dream to have my own article/anecdote to be printed in the pages of that digest magazine anytime soon.  I have to reasons for that: One for the money, and two for the little bit of fame (what a nice way for your name to be written on a publication, huh?).  Actually, 4 years ago I already e-mailed them with a joke but unfortunately it wasn’t published.  I guess my joke wasn’t funny at all – and I even forgot what my joke is all about, haha!  But I won’t give up until my contribution is published.  And if that happens, I would be terribly happy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-110507327865558977?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110507327865558977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110507327865558977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110507327865558977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110507327865558977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2004/12/mother-and-child.html' title='Mother and child'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110507318356979507</id><published>2004-12-17T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T12:46:23.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reborn</title><content type='html'>From now on, a new blog is born…like a phoenix that rose from its own ashes.  Forget all the previous entries, coz now its serious blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, the Eng’g Week is over.  I couldn’t say that I’m disappointed, since this has been my best Eng’g Week so far, but honestly speaking, I’m a little bit down towards last night’s conclusion.  Placing 2nd is an achievement, but we could have done better.  Maybe next is a good chance for us to reclaim the title.  Well, maybe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend lost my SIM card, but I’m not mad at her.  I’m just sad because losing my SIM means losing precious memories.  All the text messages I treasured for more than a year is now lost, some of my friends’ numbers and their only way to contact me is now gone and could have already been resurrected and hails at the SIM heavens.  Now I have a little bit of trouble memorizing my new cell number: 09155444012.  Having two 5’s and three 4’s gives me a bit too much of a headache.  But I personally chose this SIM since it has lots of 4’s, my fave number, just like my old one.  Now I have to cope with it, coz I’m the one who personally picked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the official day of the start of Christmas vacation.  I will now call this as Day 1:  Start of Boredom.  Why? Now I tell you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about most people, especially students, but I think I’m one of the very, very few that hates vacation.  Not that I don’t to be with my family, but come to think of it:  no allowance, no gimmicks, no friends, just stay-at-the-house-watch-tv-eat-sleep-cook-food-wash-the-dishes-dejavu-everyday-and-so-on-and-so-forth.  Good thing that my PC is already fixed, now life wouldn’t be so dull after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-110507318356979507?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110507318356979507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110507318356979507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110507318356979507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110507318356979507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2004/12/reborn.html' title='Reborn'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110222768856294936</id><published>2004-12-05T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T14:21:28.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't know what to do</title><content type='html'>di ko na alam ang gagawin ko.  wala pa kong ipapasang paper sa major ko tapos heto ako nagbblog.  i just discovered a news recently kaya nagsesearch ako sa mga blogs ng friends ko para mahanap yun.  kung anu man un e akin na lang.   grabe dahil malapit na ang event sa engg na pinakaaabangan namin... ENGG WEEK! hehe.  at ako'y nahahaggard na...&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis ung isang guy dun sa isang org... ang kapal ng mukhang sabihing madumi yung arrangement ng contest piece namin sa awitan.  feeling nila e professionals na sila... gusto pa ata nila e sila yung masusunod. hmmp... sana matalo sila. hehe.. wait lang biglang umulan kailangan kong kunin yung carpet na nakasampay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-110222768856294936?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110222768856294936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110222768856294936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110222768856294936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110222768856294936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2004/12/dont-know-what-to-do.html' title='don&apos;t know what to do'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-110130628451442132</id><published>2004-11-24T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:24:44.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after a long while....</title><content type='html'>i'm back! after a long while. i've been busy for the past few months and will be very very busy in the upcoming months. i hope i could survive the rest of the year.  that's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-110130628451442132?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/110130628451442132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=110130628451442132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110130628451442132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/110130628451442132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2004/11/after-long-while.html' title='after a long while....'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-109518140876173460</id><published>2004-09-15T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T01:03:28.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausted!</title><content type='html'>katatapos ko lang gawin ung 133 report namin. nakakapagod sobra!  pero oks lang. masaya pa dn ang araw k.   si decaf e mejo nahuli n ata kung sino i.p. ko. di ko alam kung tama xia, but i have this feeling na oo.  di ko alam kung pano niya nalaman pero sabi ko e wag na niyang imention yung name.  para at least walang naconfirm.  &lt;br /&gt;since wednesday n ngayon e mamaya manunuod kami ng 13 going on 30 ng mga new friends ko.  hehe.  ansaya kasi lahat ng gusto kong maging kaibigan ay nagiging frend ko, at nagiging kaclose ko pa.  isa lang ang hndi ko naging kaclose, pero di ko naman snasabi na d ko siya friend.  at alam kong sinabi niya na ganun din siya sa akin, na ako lang yung hindi niya makuhang maging kaclose na kaibigan. di ko n lang ssbhin kung sino.  naging masyadong complicated na kasi ang lahat para sa amin para maging close kami.  ako n lang ang didistansya.&lt;br /&gt;si alicia keys ay may concert sa october 9 kaya ako dapat ay todo ipon na para sa tket.  php1547 kasi ung upperbox a ng araneta. hay! sana mapanood ko...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-109518140876173460?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/109518140876173460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=109518140876173460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109518140876173460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109518140876173460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2004/09/exhausted.html' title='exhausted!'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-109489699051988475</id><published>2004-09-11T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T18:03:10.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>antagal kong nawala. andaming nangyari.  but to make it short, e2 na lang.  cramming ang aking incoming weeks kasi puro exams.  at may mga projects p kami.  &lt;br /&gt;nanalo kami kanina sa cliptomania, isang name-that-movie-clip contest. 2nd place. one thou din yun.  &lt;br /&gt;meron akong i.p. lately.  pero d ko sasabihin kung sino.  isang tao lang ang nakakaalam. at hindi na madadagdagan un. hehe.  &lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-109489699051988475?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/109489699051988475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=109489699051988475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109489699051988475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109489699051988475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-109289378426072282</id><published>2004-08-19T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T13:36:24.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>balik blog na naman</title><content type='html'>Nakuha ko na yung contact prints ng grad pic o kahapon at masaya ako kasi ok naman lahat ng kinalabasan ng pics ko. Humingi kayo sa kin ng grad pic ha? Hehe.  Sad kasi hindi n ko nagexam khapon ng dose.  Hindi kasi ako nakaaral ng the night before.  Neaxt Saurday e hopefully makapanood kami ng grand finals ng Star in a Million.  Buti na lang at nakapasok si Nyko.  Nabasa ko ang profile niya sa isang news sa isang website kahapon at inspiring ang story niya.  She got her name Nyko from Nicole, and Maca from the word Macaca, which literally means female monkey.  &lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to do an essay, a personal essay and I will call it “The Analysis of Women”, an article that tackles the viewpoints of women regarding love, and how they differ from men.  Trip lang.  Malay niyo someday e maipublish siya.  Most of my friends are girls, and some confide and tell their stories to me.  To some, I evaluate personally.&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/7660635-109289378426072282?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/109289378426072282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=109289378426072282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109289378426072282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109289378426072282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2004/08/balik-blog-na-naman.html' title='balik blog na naman'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-109158591859509548</id><published>2004-08-04T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T10:18:38.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singkwenta</title><content type='html'>Let’s see… hmm. What happened in the past few days? Ok I know, last Saturday I attended my barkada’s congratulatory/birthday party.  She passed the board exam last month for pharmacy.  It was kind of a reunion event, but not quite.  For only 10 of us attended the party. It was fun actually, but reminiscing the good old days, as every high school friends would do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched star in a million and I’m glad Ralph David was out of the competition.  Nyko Maca impressed Gary V. a lot.  Go girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.  I left Cavite at noon coz I’d like to help preparing for our org’s exhibit for the 50th anniversary.  A bunch of people were there and we really had fun.  Funny thing that happened during that day is that my friend used my other orgnate’s camera phone to take a picture of his elbow at a close range to make it look like a butt.  It was very funny! It had us all a good laugh……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the start of our org’s month-long celebration.  Our guest speaker was the founding president of our organization 50 years ago..  he had given us an inspiring message.  Also our department chair, adviser and my 133 professor had hit me with inspiring thoughts during that day.  I officially call this day an ‘inspirational talk day’. Haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-109158591859509548?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/109158591859509548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=109158591859509548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109158591859509548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109158591859509548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2004/08/singkwenta.html' title='singkwenta'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-109098318234821880</id><published>2004-07-28T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T10:53:02.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tong kantang to!</title><content type='html'>Guys, maganda ba tong kantang to?  Comment naman kayo o.  I bet hindi nyo pa to naririnig…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;I’m still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna give up my feelings for you&lt;br /&gt;I’d treasure all the heartaches forever&lt;br /&gt;I’m keeping all the pains to remember&lt;br /&gt;I’d cherish all the love we had with one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the day you left me hanging&lt;br /&gt;My heart couldn’t help but aching&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me had suddenly drifted away&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes’re just filled with tears everyday&lt;br /&gt;And after all these times still I think of you&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t know where you’ve put me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be the last one standing&lt;br /&gt;But all I got to do is keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Till the day that you’d be coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;Blurry thoughts are all I, but don’t wanna, see&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here I’d just wait in vain&lt;br /&gt;Until the time my love for you won’t remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-109098318234821880?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/109098318234821880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=109098318234821880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109098318234821880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109098318234821880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2004/07/tong-kantang-to.html' title='tong kantang to!'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-109098340617055283</id><published>2004-07-28T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T10:56:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>face off</title><content type='html'>Nakakatawa or nakakatuwa pag sinabihan ka ng mga taong may kamukha kang sikat na tao.  N my case hindi ako convinced na kamukha ko tong taong to, although hindi naman siya panget, ok nga mukha niya e, ang kaso lang hindi ko talaga makita yung resemblance naming dalawa.  Sana walang magcomment na makapal mukha ko kasi hindi ko naman kini-claim na kamikha ko talaga tong taong to.  A few people just actually said na kamukha ko siya, lalo na sa Cavite, yung mga kapitbahay namin e tinutukso ako.  Bago ko sabihin kung sino siya eto muna yung mga nagsabi na kamukhako siya:  Mother ko [ although hindi kapanipaniwala kasi nga nanay ko naman yun], yung apat na kapitbahay namin [ at lagi nila kong sinasabihan na magpraktis daw akong kumanta], si Joy [ one time nung nasa libe kami at nagpipicture-picture kami gamit fone ng kapatid niya], at si Siena [ recently lang].  Kamukha ko daw si Erik Santos?  Hindi naman sa ayaw ko, actually it’s a compliment kaso hindi ko talaga Makita resemblance namin e.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-109098340617055283?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/109098340617055283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=109098340617055283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109098340617055283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109098340617055283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2004/07/face-off.html' title='face off'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-109098328781803453</id><published>2004-07-25T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T10:54:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>Ang weird ng panaginip ko…  At eto ang isa sa mga kakaunting panaginp na natandaan ko matapos magising.  Nasa isang kotse daw ako, kasama ko yung mga sikat na international singers, backstreet boys, brandy, blue, Britney, at hindi ko na matandaan yung iba.  Tapos biglang lumubog sa dagat yung kotse, at naging lifesaver naman daw ako.  Ang weird is si Brandy lang ang pumayag magpaligtas  sabi nung iba hayaan ko na lang daw sila [ tsaka mukhang hindi sila aware na nalulunod sila].  Tapos e nasa pampang na kami at nawala na si Brandy.  Instead e nandun s jurrel.  Tapos ang weird kasi bigla siyang umihi then ininom niya yung ihi niya.  Tinanong ko siya kung bakit niya ininom sabi niya para matanggal daw yung mga bacteria. Sabi ko ‘ah ganun pala yon, sige gagawin ko din yan’  then umalis na siya.  Tapos napunta ko isang series of warehouses.  Bigla naman daw akong naghahandleng Ham 1.  andun yung Cheeky Girls [shally kayo to] sinaKJ at hindiko na matandaan yung iba.  Ang bait bait ko nga e.  tapos nagising na ko.  Yun lang.&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/7660635-109098328781803453?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/109098328781803453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=109098328781803453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109098328781803453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109098328781803453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2004/07/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-109014283934625567</id><published>2004-07-18T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T17:27:19.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzz..................</title><content type='html'>Star in a Million rocks! The best si Nyko Maca, ‘I’m like a bird…’, yahoo! Sad ng konti kas naalis agad si Jasmine, at hindi kinaya ng 46000 votes ni ralph ang baba ng score niya. But nevertheless, it was great!  Pano kaya next week di ko mapapanood exam sa dose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaninang umaga pagkagising ko e nagluluto s titan g fried rice. Den inutusan niya kong haluin yung fried rice kasi may gagawin siya. Pinalagyan niya ng garlic salt yung niluluto ko den pagkataktak ko e natanggal yung pinakatakip den, BOOM! Inulan ng asin yung fried rice.  Kala ko nga pagagalitan ako e.  but na lang hindi kasi inunahan ko na ng tawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magma-mall ako bukas hanggang Friday.  Titingin ako ng black shirt for my grad pic.  Sana may mura.  Buti na lang sale ngayon ang men’s clothes sa SM, hehe.  la pa rin nga akong creative shot e. ano kaya maganda? Help naman o.  bibili rin nga pala ako ng L'Oreal out of bed, tama ba spelling ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-109014283934625567?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/109014283934625567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=109014283934625567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109014283934625567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109014283934625567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2004/07/zzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzz..................'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660635.post-109005703814412495</id><published>2004-07-17T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T17:37:18.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VICTIM!</title><content type='html'>Hay salamat at nasa blogspot na din ako. Mukhang masaya nga dito.&amp;nbsp; Sana magtagl ako hehe.&amp;nbsp; kagabi habang nagaaral kami sa &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mcdo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e my nagsho-shooting ng victim ata dun sa may cr sa citimall.&amp;nbsp; Buti n lang hindi ako nawi-wee wee nung mga panahong yon.&amp;nbsp; Hehei.&amp;nbsp; till next time n lang kasi mejo pagod na ko. next time ipopost ko ung isa sa mga kinompose kong kanta.&amp;nbsp; cute un...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7660635-109005703814412495?l=ocsalev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/feeds/109005703814412495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7660635&amp;postID=109005703814412495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109005703814412495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7660635/posts/default/109005703814412495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocsalev.blogspot.com/2004/07/victim.html' title='VICTIM!'/><author><name>jay-louie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103340516179246415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
