<?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-30468722</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:20:18.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Order</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pimpol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13035910631075143005</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30468722.post-116128986311311972</id><published>2006-10-19T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T13:31:03.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...The Little Prince...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By: Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[book review]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was about a boy, the little prince, who left his planet to see for answers for all of his questions. He went from planet to planet meeting different people like the king, businessman, the drunk, etc. and lastly the geographer who told the little prince to go to the planet Earth. There, in the middle of the Sahara Desert, he met someone whose aeroplane had crashed and was desperate of fixing his aeroplane because his water supply would not last a week. As the story continued, the two became close to each other, sharing things about each other's planet. And when the little prince realized that he needs to take care of his rose, he rushed off  to go back to his planet leaving his friend alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson that can be learned here which is loving someone in spite of the hardships. This book also look like it is for kids but it is for adults too.  If you appreciate the simple things in life or want to discover the real difference between children and adults, read The Little Prince. This book is filled with imagination and vivid imagery. From the books that I've read, this was only the book who used clear pictures your mind to imagine the story. The creation of Antoine De Saint-Exupery of this book was a success.  I will never forget this story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30468722-116128986311311972?l=pim-pol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/feeds/116128986311311972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30468722&amp;postID=116128986311311972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/116128986311311972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/116128986311311972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-prince.html' title='...The Little Prince...'/><author><name>pimpol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13035910631075143005</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-30468722.post-116128691680225108</id><published>2006-10-19T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:41:56.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Twinkle, Twinkle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[descriptive essay]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three, four, five.... This will go on forever. No matter how long you count them, you will not be able to. No matter how determined you are to classify them one by one, you will not be able to. They are like hair, sand, dust, which millions exist but no one dares to count them because it's impossible. Yes, they are the Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars are those that twinkle way up in the vast sky. They are small, yellow or white, energetic, maybe tastes sweet like those featured in commercials in television and they live a million miles away from the Earth. They appear only in the dark night. They light up the land and happily twinkle like Christmas lights on a Christmas tree. Once they have appeared, they are like little children playing in the dark in a big playground, which is the sky, and when morning comes, these children get tired from playing and gets a long sleep so they will have the energy to play again at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars are one of the unexplainable yet most wonderful things that has been discovered. God really has a very unexpected and a very creative hands and mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30468722-116128691680225108?l=pim-pol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/feeds/116128691680225108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30468722&amp;postID=116128691680225108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/116128691680225108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/116128691680225108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/2006/10/twinkle-twinkle.html' title='...Twinkle, Twinkle...'/><author><name>pimpol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13035910631075143005</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-30468722.post-116127999156516696</id><published>2006-10-19T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T10:51:18.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Studying Rocks[?]...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[comparing and contrasting]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says that Education is the best treasure you'll ever have, without this, you will most probably not survive in this world. We started going to school when we were 3 or 3 1/2 or maybe 4. We first studied in nursery, in kindergarten, in preparatory level, in elementary, in high school, then in college. But why do we have to go through these levels? What's the difference between these? What's the difference between High School and College?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School is no different than College. We study in both these levels. We have classes. We have teachers who can be "terror-teachers", who gives the worst possible grade you can get, or the lenient type of teacher, who sprinkles you with joy and happiness because he gives you highj grades. All these happen in High School and College. But what is different between them? In High School, we are spoonfed and are well taken care of by our teachers but in College, we have to find a way to survive and cope up with the lessons independently. In High School, our schedule is fixed and we don't get to pick who our teacher will be but in College, we get to pick our schedule whether it be in the morning or at night and just hope that you can get the teacher who gives A's easily. In High School, we have the time to relax, go out on fridays regularly without thinking of quizzes, long exams, or deadlines of projects, papers, etc. but in College, there barely comes a time that you can enjoy and have a break from studying, you are always filled up with works to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is a complicated thing. We study things that are not applicable to our lives. But one thing is for sure, we need this for our future. Highschool was just a preparation for another challenge, College. We should be serious in everything we do in High School because College is way different than High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...pim_p0L...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30468722-116127999156516696?l=pim-pol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/feeds/116127999156516696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30468722&amp;postID=116127999156516696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/116127999156516696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/116127999156516696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/2006/10/studying-rocks.html' title='...Studying Rocks[?]...'/><author><name>pimpol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13035910631075143005</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-30468722.post-116127602739849300</id><published>2006-10-19T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T10:52:23.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...The Twelfth Angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By: Og Mandino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[book report]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has an inspiring and heart-warming story... Its story is unforgettable because of its uniqueness and creativity... This book should be read by those who are in need of a little inspiration or a liitle hope in their lives... Actually, this book should be read by everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of The Twelfth Angel revolved around a successful man named John, who had a wife named Sally and a child named Rick, who decided to go back to their hometown, Boland. Everything was doing great when an accident happened that caused the death of his wife and kid. At first, he wasn't able to accept that his wife and kid died that he was thinking of ending his life. Fortunately, his bestfriend, Bill, comes into the picture and helps John cope up with the situation. To help him forget the accident, Bill asked him if he could coach a team in the Boland Little League [Baseball] which John accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the try-outs, a lot of kids went. There were a lot of talented kids and there was Timothy Noble, a short, skinny boy who was not very good at playing baseball. Though there were a lot of kids who were good in playing baseball, one thing that made John notice Timothy was his determination and perseverance. When John saw Timothy reminded him of his only son, Rick. He was even thinking that Timothy was a clone of Rick. Because Timothy was not good in playing baseball, John offered him a one-on-one practice which Timothy gladly accepted. And as the league progressed, these two grew closer and closer to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book really has an inspiring story. If an emotional person would read this book, surely, tears will run down his face. I really admired how close John and Timothy became. Not only that this book is inspiring there are lessons to be learned too: 1) having a positive outlook on life as Timothy Noble said, " Day by day, in every way, I am getting better and better!"; 2) being persevering as he said, "Never... never... never... never... never... never... give up!"; and lastly, 3) being determined to achieve your goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...pim_p0L...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30468722-116127602739849300?l=pim-pol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/feeds/116127602739849300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30468722&amp;postID=116127602739849300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/116127602739849300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/116127602739849300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/2006/10/twelfth-angel_19.html' title='...The Twelfth Angel...'/><author><name>pimpol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13035910631075143005</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-30468722.post-116123447394783136</id><published>2006-10-18T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:07:53.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Capitalism, Marxism, Coñoism?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Descriptive Essay]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ateneo de Manila University, De La Salle University, University of the Philippines-these are just some of the famous schools in the Philippines today. Different people attend these schools, different attitudes, different tastes, different styles, and different interests. But somehow people with the common attitude, taste, style, and interest would eventually form a group and would stay in one place bonding with each other every time their schedule will permit them to. And this would decipher the kinds of people in that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time when I was walking in Ateneo, I heard people talking. They actually just met each other and asked each other from what school they came from. One said she came from Assumption while the other one said she came from Poveda. I remembered immediately the article I read in a blog that stated the schools of the people, who were coño, and I said to myself “So the 2 girls are coño?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being coño has really no unique definition. I found a blog and the writer in this blog wrote about his opinion and experience on what he preferred to call “kakonyohan”. I was surprised on the number of people who commented in this article. People expressed their opinions on their understanding of being coño and of course these people have different and conflicting opinions about this topic. One said that coños were the people who have Spanish blood in them. Another said that they are people who are trying hard to fit in the community. One also said that coño people are those who are rich and well-educated.  But for me, coño people are those who think they are better than other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “coño”/rich group are people who are mestizo/mestiza, chinito/chinita. They may look good in the outside but wait until you get to know this person. They dress casually, like most of us do with jeans and shirts, yet their outfits may cost thousands of pesos. They usually speak in English or they speak the so-called “coño speech”, the maarte way of speaking in English which is a mixture of English and Filipino which has a weird accent, sometimes talking about maybe school work but most of the time scrutinizing other people on the way they dress, talk, or act not knowing other people are doing this behind their backs too. When a person from this group passes by, you can easily smell the scent of their perfume intoxicating all the people in a room or hallway, and if you touch them, you would feel their soft hands and smooth skin because of their assistants or helpers doing all the work for them. If I were to compare them with food, they would probably taste like Indian food, the type of food I don’t like, because they speak bad things about other people thinking they are better than them like this one guy I know from the coño group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I know someone named Christopher and he can be considered to be one of those in the coño group. He is short, chinito, gay and a backstabbing freak. I once borrowed his Lacoste shirt, and when I was about to return it, he told me to keep it because he wasn’t using it anyway. Yeah, he is rich but so what? He’s really fluent in speaking English. Yeah, he is good in speaking in English but he wastes his time talking about his insecurities. Whenever he recites in our English class, I’m always amazed by the way he makes difficult words sound ordinary and by the way he insult other people. Everytime we’re walking together walking in Ateneo, there was not a day that he would not tell me about a person on how terribly he looks. There was once when his blockmate asked a question about Physics, after he talked to his blockmate he said that the question his blockmate asked was so easy and that his blockmate was stupid. I found out that he wasn’t only a backstabbing freak but also plastic, cold, hard, shiny, plastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          These freaks should not be trusted. You don’t know your coño friend might be doing this to you. They are not better than us but they think they are. They are just some insecure people who don’t want to be left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*n0 offense t0 C0ñ0 pe0ple.. this was just a requirement..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;...pim_p0L...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30468722-116123447394783136?l=pim-pol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/feeds/116123447394783136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30468722&amp;postID=116123447394783136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/116123447394783136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/116123447394783136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/2006/10/capitalism-marxism-cooism.html' title='...Capitalism, Marxism, Coñoism?...'/><author><name>pimpol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13035910631075143005</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-30468722.post-115380751726218515</id><published>2006-07-24T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:09:09.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...mga sabLay na hirit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i f0und this in my friend's bL0g... medy0 Luma na, per0 nakakatawa pa rin... hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MGA SABLAY NA HIRIT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well well well. Look do we have here!"&lt;br /&gt;"Let's give them a big hand of applause."&lt;br /&gt;"The more the manyer."&lt;br /&gt;"It's a no-win-win situation."&lt;br /&gt;"Burn the bridge when you get there."&lt;br /&gt;"Anulled and void." "Mute and academic."&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon let's join us!"&lt;br /&gt;"If worse comes to shove."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you joking my leg?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's not my problem anymore, it's your problem anymore."&lt;br /&gt;"What are friends are for?"&lt;br /&gt;"You can never can tell."&lt;br /&gt;"Been there, been that."&lt;br /&gt;"Forget it about it."&lt;br /&gt;"Give him the benefit of the daw."&lt;br /&gt;"It's a blessing in the sky."&lt;br /&gt;"Right there and right then."&lt;br /&gt;"Where'd you came from?"&lt;br /&gt;"Take things first at a time."&lt;br /&gt;"You're barking at the wrong dog."&lt;br /&gt;"You want to have your cake and bake it too."&lt;br /&gt;"First and for all."&lt;br /&gt;"Now and there."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm only human nature."&lt;br /&gt;"The sky's the langit."&lt;br /&gt;"That's what I'm talking about it."&lt;br /&gt;"One of these days is not like the other."&lt;br /&gt;"So far, so good, so far."&lt;br /&gt;"Time is of the elements."&lt;br /&gt;"In the wink of an eye."&lt;br /&gt;"The feeling is actual."&lt;br /&gt;"For all intense and purposes."&lt;br /&gt;"I ran into some errands."&lt;br /&gt;"Hi. I'm , what's yours?"&lt;br /&gt;"What is the world is coming to?"&lt;br /&gt;"What is the next that is?"&lt;br /&gt;"Get the most of both worlds."&lt;br /&gt;"Bahala na sila sa mga batman nila."&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever you say so."&lt;br /&gt;"Base-to-base casis."&lt;br /&gt;"My answers have been prayered."&lt;br /&gt;"Please me alone!"&lt;br /&gt;"It's as brand as new."&lt;br /&gt;"So... what's a beautiful girl like you?...."&lt;br /&gt;"I can't take it anymore of this!"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure ka na ba?"&lt;br /&gt;"Can't you just cut me some slacks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ETO PA....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I couldn't care a damn!&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your next class before this?(ANO DAW???!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Nothing in this world is perfect except the word "change" . (right on!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you repeat that for the second time around once more from the top?(ulitin natin hanggang mamatay tayo!)&lt;br /&gt;5. My dad brought home a lot of hand-me-downs! (Translation: Daming pasalubong ng tatay ko.)&lt;br /&gt;6. Standard and Chartered Bank&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm very iterated!!! (transalation: galit sya! haha!)&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm sorry, my boss just passed away. (translation: kakadaan lang ng boss nya.)&lt;br /&gt;9. Hello, my boss is out of town. Would you like to wait?&lt;br /&gt;10. What happened after the erection of Mayon Volcano? (ay, bastuz!)&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't touch me not!&lt;br /&gt;12. Hello?... For a while, please hang yourself...&lt;br /&gt;13. Its spilled milk under the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;14. Don't change anything! Keep it at ease.&lt;br /&gt;15. Hello McDo? Mag-i-inquire lang ako kung magkano ang kidney meal? (yung pang-batang pagkain)&lt;br /&gt;16. You!!! You're not a boy anymore! You're a man anymore! (coach?! coach?!)&lt;br /&gt;17. Out of fit ako these days eh... (translation: di sya nakakapag-exercise)&lt;br /&gt;18. Come, lets join us! (tara!)&lt;br /&gt;19. Bring down the house down!&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm the world champion of the World!!!&lt;br /&gt;21. Beneath the Belt!&lt;br /&gt;22. Rule of Hand... (thumb yata ibig sabihin...)&lt;br /&gt;23. Can you repeat it once again?&lt;br /&gt;24. Mukhang haggard-looking.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you have more brighter ideas?&lt;br /&gt;26. Halatang obvious naman yata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;...pim_p0L...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30468722-115380751726218515?l=pim-pol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/feeds/115380751726218515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30468722&amp;postID=115380751726218515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/115380751726218515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/115380751726218515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/2006/07/mga-sablay-na-hirit.html' title='...mga sabLay na hirit...'/><author><name>pimpol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13035910631075143005</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-30468722.post-115375869798478786</id><published>2006-07-24T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T09:31:38.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...n0thing t0 d0...</title><content type='html'>i'm s0 b0red... 4 straight days of n0 cLasses... that's fun yet b0ring... hehehe... wiLL cLasses aLs0 be suspended f0r t0m0rr0w? h0pe n0t... because we have a L0ng test in math t0m and i have studied f0r it na [nerd]... and we have a game t0m0rr0w against d0LLh0use... we j0ined this League caLLed IAC... IAC is Like a sp0rtsfest or intramuraLs in atene0... everyb0dy can j0in... they have games f0r v0LLeybaLL and futsaL...[by the way, we j0ined the v0LLeybaLL League.] our first game was on juLy 6.... we f0ught against NESTEA BENCH [champi0n of Last year's IAC v0LLeybaLL] and obvi0usLy, we L0st... hehehe... our 2nd game was on juLy 19 vs. AMA [d0n't kn0w what it stands f0r] and we w0n! yey! hahaha! aLth0ugh we w0n with 3 sets... it was fun... our very first win... our next game was supp0sed t0 be on juLy 20 but it was canceLLed and m0ved t0 t0m0rr0w... by the way, our team's name is bLue archers... c0rny n0h? hahaha! aLL the b0ys in our team came fr0m La saLLE greenhiLLs kasi eh... hahaha! s0 ayun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a L0ng test on wednesday, it's 12:20 am n0w s0 it's basicaLLy t0m0rr0w, in math... i better sLeep s0 i wiLL have the energy t0 study Later f0r t0m0rr0w's test.... i h0pe i w0n't get distracted by other things Later s0 i can reaLLy put aLL the inf0rmati0n i need t0 pass the test.... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i g0t this text that said "gust0 m0 bang tumigiL ang bagy0? just type GLENDA &lt;space&gt; OFF then send it to 2366. may chance ka pang manaL0 ng pay0ng o kap0te... txt na! per dti permit #62580234"... hahaha! w0nder if it w0uLd w0rk? hahaha!ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiL here na Lang uLit... byezz! nyt nyt! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;...pim_p0L...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30468722-115375869798478786?l=pim-pol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/feeds/115375869798478786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30468722&amp;postID=115375869798478786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/115375869798478786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/115375869798478786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/2006/07/n0thing-t0-d0.html' title='...n0thing t0 d0...'/><author><name>pimpol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13035910631075143005</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-30468722.post-115250826407393171</id><published>2006-07-09T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:11:04.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...an0ther week...</title><content type='html'>haaaay... i'm sick again [cough, cough]... last friday, i was sick too... i don't know why, but it's as if there's a schedule f0r me t0 get sick... weird... hahaha! i d0n't like the feeLing of getting sick.. it's weird... y0ur b0dy is heavy, it's hard f0r y0u t0 stand up and get out of bed, and y0u're b0dy is h0t [i mean y0ur temperature is high... hehehe...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, my friends and i tried out for b0wLing varsity team... [if y0u're thinking if there reaLLy is a b0wLing team, weLL there is... hahaha!] even th0ugh i was sick, i tried out because we c0uLd get exempted f0r pe... yey! hahaha! we played 12 games!?! my hands were reaLLy aching after that.... every saturday, we have t0 train f0r at Least 1 h0ur and that's it! exempti0n! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiLL here na Lang uLit... cLasses start at 1:30 pm and it's 1:05 pm na.... btw, i'm here at the Library... hehehe... tamad gumawa sa bahay eh.. hahaha! byezz! ingatzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;...pim_p0L...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30468722-115250826407393171?l=pim-pol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/feeds/115250826407393171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30468722&amp;postID=115250826407393171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/115250826407393171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/115250826407393171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/2006/07/an0ther-week.html' title='...an0ther week...'/><author><name>pimpol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13035910631075143005</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-30468722.post-115164278900996515</id><published>2006-06-29T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T03:51:14.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...bLogging[?]...</title><content type='html'>w0w.... i can't believe i'm bL0gging... i enj0y reading other bL0gs but i don't really like writing in one... but since it's required in my engLish cLass, i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w0w... i'm in c0LLege na... new scho0L, new experiences, new envir0nment, and new chaLLenges... wiLL i survive? i h0pe s0... as of n0w, hmmm.... i think i'm d0ing weLL... im having fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atene0??? i may be bLue outside, but green inside... hahaha! i dunn0 why, but i think i'm n0t fit t0 be an atenean... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weLL, that's aLL f0r n0w... 'tiL next week uLit... hehehe... when we're required t0 write in this again.... onga paLa... bL0g t0h... bL0g t0h... bL0g t0h... oi! EngLish bL0ckmates!!! hehehe... wALa Lang....ü bL0g t0h... bL0g t0h... bL0g t0h...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;...pim_p0L....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30468722-115164278900996515?l=pim-pol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/feeds/115164278900996515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30468722&amp;postID=115164278900996515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/115164278900996515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30468722/posts/default/115164278900996515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pim-pol.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogging.html' title='...bLogging[?]...'/><author><name>pimpol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13035910631075143005</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></feed>
