<?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-28308725</id><updated>2011-06-23T08:50:13.431+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuwentista. Artista. Inhinyera. Hilaw na Haponesa!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elai Balboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365257646328060146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photoproxy.tickle.com/image/102/0/9/RS/102090384RS647074943.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28308725.post-114956793458074626</id><published>2006-06-06T13:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:26:03.406+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Katakot ba ako?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alam ko na sagot diyan.  Oo, nakakatakot daw ako. Ganyan naman talaga parating first impression sa akin e.  Ewan ko nga ba.  Basta there's something about me that makes me less approachable or something.  Kesiyo, strong daw ang personality ko, ang taray ko daw makatingin, matalas magsalita, moody, ano pa ba? Basta, most people who meet me for the first time has many points, reasons why they think of me that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for my family and close friends, they pretty much know that I'm one of the persons they shouldn't be scared of.  Yes, I have a strong personality but I easily break down and cry. Mataray ako makatingin, pero di ko sinasadya yun, my eyes have its own talent.:) Matalas magsalita, guilty! Usually, I don't spend time to think anymore of the things to say that words (kahit pangit na talaga madalas) just literally come rushing out of my mouth.  And this is actually one of the reasons why i hurt the feelings of my loved ones, friends and others.  I'm not proud of this at all.  But I really find it difficult to eliminate, abandon this not good-trait of mine.  Instead, I just try to make it up to the person I hurt because I hate it when someone has ill-feelings towards me.  Moody, siguro nga.  But not really.  Let's just put it this way. I'm the type of person who enjoys hanging out with friends, making noises, has no reservations whatsoever in being stupid in front of them.  Madalas ganyan ako. But there are also times (na madalas din) that I just prefer to be quiet, not talk, or not to initiate the talking.  Pag nagkakaganyan ako, alam na ng mga kaibigan ko lalo na ng pamilya ko na tinotopak na naman ako. They know how to handle the situation and  how to deal with me, and it all depends on what I'm doing at the time being. So, I don't call myself moody. Crazy but not moody =D. I am a self-confessed schizo! Bwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuloy, nalulungkot ako pag nalalaman kong takot ang isang tao sa'kin.  Coz this would mean two things, either hindi pa nila ako lubusang kilala or hindi ko rin talaga naipakilala ang sarili ko.  Haaaay, if changing personalities was just such an easy thing to do, i would have done it already. Kaya lang hindi e.  But that doesn't mean that I am not trying.  Yun nga lang, thoughts come so often that I don't have to please everybody and this hinders me to change. Nobody's perfect right?  So spare me and let's accept the fact that every person is unique and has his differences.  Kaya eto ako, tinatanggap at patuloy na tatanggap na meron at merong matatakot sakin. Huhuhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaay,  humaba na naman ang trail of thoughts ko na madalas eh wala na namang patutunguhan...O well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28308725-114956793458074626?l=chunkyelai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/feeds/114956793458074626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28308725&amp;postID=114956793458074626&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default/114956793458074626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default/114956793458074626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/2006/06/katakot-ba-ako.html' title='Katakot ba ako?'/><author><name>Elai Balboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365257646328060146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photoproxy.tickle.com/image/102/0/9/RS/102090384RS647074943.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28308725.post-114882410410520486</id><published>2006-05-28T22:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:52:46.316+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Malala na ako...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hindi ako makapaniwala na sa buong panahon ng biyahe ko eh isang kanta lang ang paulit-ulit ko na pinakinggan ko. Isa lang ibig sabihin nito, malala na nga ata ako! Shempre kahit papano nakakarelate ako pero hindi rin masiyado... labo no!?! O well, eto na lang yung song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I Miss You So Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;TLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I never asked for this feeling&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would fall&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how I felt&lt;br /&gt;Till the day you were gone&lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt;I never asked for red roses&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't looking for love&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I let my emotions take hold&lt;br /&gt;And guess what all at once&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;I long for your love&lt;br /&gt;It's scares me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my heart gets so weak&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even breathe&lt;br /&gt;How can you take things so easily&lt;br /&gt;Baby why aren't you missing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I act like you mattered&lt;br /&gt;It was silly of me to believe&lt;br /&gt;That if I just opened my heart&lt;br /&gt;Things would come naturally&lt;br /&gt;Jokes on me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I did not ask for love letters&lt;br /&gt;So why did you give them to me&lt;br /&gt;How could I let your intentions&lt;br /&gt;Get hold over me&lt;br /&gt;So in love&lt;br /&gt;So naive (oh baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh how I hate what you have done&lt;br /&gt;Made me fall so deep in love&lt;br /&gt;Got no cure&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I want&lt;br /&gt;That I love oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby why aren't you missing me?&lt;br /&gt;Baby why aren't you missing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28308725-114882410410520486?l=chunkyelai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/feeds/114882410410520486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28308725&amp;postID=114882410410520486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default/114882410410520486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default/114882410410520486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/2006/05/malala-na-ako_28.html' title='Malala na ako...'/><author><name>Elai Balboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365257646328060146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photoproxy.tickle.com/image/102/0/9/RS/102090384RS647074943.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28308725.post-114846171865687420</id><published>2006-05-24T16:23:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:26:40.753+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Think of Her and not Cry but Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be invisible. I want to go to a place where I can be alone.  A place where I could cry as much as I want  to and nobody would see me and wipe away my tears. A place where I could scream and nobody would hear me and ask me to quiet down.   As much as I want to deny it, I feel that I am not yet able to accept the fact that Mommy's not with us anymore.  I mean, the thousand times that I've been happy for the past three years could never equal out the feeling of emptiness everytime I realize that she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I don't have a Mommy anymore. I know that my true friends especially my family, Papa, Kuya, Ate, Diko, Uncle and Auntie will always be right behind me. I actually wouldn't have survived all the troubles and difficulties without them but everything would be different if she's still here. Everything's in order, organized, everything seems easier. I'm not a Mommy's girl, but I don't know, I would have felt more secured if she's still with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy my friends because their moms are still with them.  She can go with you to the mall anytime you want to.  She can help you choose clothing, shoes and stuff and tell you, "Anak, hindi sa'yo yan bagay. Mas bagay yung isa sa'yo." You can ask her to buy you stuff and she'll say, "Anak, saka na lang kasi kulang ang pera natin," but it's alright with you.  That in times you're sick, she's there patiently waiting for your fever to go down and unceasingly care for you.  She's right beside you to change the towel she puts on your forehead.  She carefully chooses and cooks the food that you can eat while your tummy is still having a hard time digesting food of some sort.  She's waiting everytime you go home late. She's present in every activity that you're involved with to shout out some cheer,  and tells everyone how great you are and how proud she is of you and everything you've done. And that in times that you feel helpless and everything that you're doing is going somewhere but the right direction your mom will tell you, "Kaya mo yan, anak."  She's there waiting, willing to accept no matter how bad the things that you did and willing to forgive no matter how bad you've been.   These might just be very simple things for others. But these are the things that I always miss and will keep on missing because I know that they will never happen and i will never get to experience these things with my mom ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, three years have already passed but I still cry everytime I think of her.  I miss her so much.  God knows how much I do. He knows how much I am trying to live a righteous life and to not stray from it.  I actually await Jesus' second coming so that my family and I could be together once again.  It sounds as if I want to already get ahead of time but it's true, I really do think of it. As much as I want the time to go faster, it could never be. I, together with my family still have a very long journey to take and endure without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that God would soon grant my prayer. That is, I won't be envious anymore of my friends who still have their moms.  And that I will be thinking of Mommy and not cry but just smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28308725-114846171865687420?l=chunkyelai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/feeds/114846171865687420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28308725&amp;postID=114846171865687420&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default/114846171865687420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default/114846171865687420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/2006/05/think-of-her-and-not-cry-but-smile.html' title='Think of Her and not Cry but Smile'/><author><name>Elai Balboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365257646328060146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photoproxy.tickle.com/image/102/0/9/RS/102090384RS647074943.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28308725.post-114826193730871950</id><published>2006-05-22T10:28:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:40:15.173+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Huwag ngang Tanga!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should've posted this last night. But thanks to YBB user, he has already managed to make his network secured!!! Soooo selfish! Waaaaa! In short, I won't be online as often as before.  I guess I'd have to go down to either room 306 or 206 to go online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Important: Bawal maniwala, ang maniwala... TANGA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Huwag ngang Tanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;kasabay nang pagmulat ng aking mga mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ay ang pagnanais na ikaw ang mamalas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;maramdamang sa halip na ang manipis na kumot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ang init mo ang siyang sana sa akin ay bumalot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;pangarap lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;binibilang ang bawat oras na lumilipas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;umaasang sa ika-apat ay may matanggap mula sayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ika-lima, ika-anim, wala, ika-pito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;tulad ng dati ay nananatiling bigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;hayaan lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;kung paanong binibilang ang oras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ay gayon din ang pagbilang sa mga araw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;mga araw na nalalabi pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;hanggang sa tayong dalawa'y muling magkita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;sabik lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;wala na nga bang maaaring magbago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;patuloy lamang at matiyagang aasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;na sa mga panahong nananatili dito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;kahit minsan ay maalaala mo ako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;parati na lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;hindi ko alam kung paano ang umiwas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;kung paanong alisin ka sa aking isipan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;marahil ay tanga nga akong matatawag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;para hayaang sa'yo ang sarili'y tuluyang mahulog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;tama na. sayang lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;kung ang naidudulot sa akin nito ay mga ngiti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;sapagkat nanabik sa bagong araw na darating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;mga imahinasyong walang panahong hindi magkasama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;at magkaagapay sa lahat ng oras at sandali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;sayang nga ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;kung nung una'y nalamang kong may pagtingin din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ngunit di lamang tama ang pagkakataon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;tama bang umasa, na sa biglang ihip ng hangin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;sa gawi ko ay muli kang mapatingin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;malabo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;posible pero imposible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;gusto mo siya, gusto ka niya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;pero di ka niya mahal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;kaya ikaw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ikaw kamo ... huwag ka ngang tanga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28308725-114826193730871950?l=chunkyelai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/feeds/114826193730871950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28308725&amp;postID=114826193730871950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default/114826193730871950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default/114826193730871950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/2006/05/huwag-ngang-tanga_22.html' title='Huwag ngang Tanga!!!'/><author><name>Elai Balboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365257646328060146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photoproxy.tickle.com/image/102/0/9/RS/102090384RS647074943.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28308725.post-114814274237805074</id><published>2006-05-21T00:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:41:50.850+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting.Bonding.Tulog.Gala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Meeting ... May 19 ... 9:10 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, nagmeeting kaming mga NPI peeps sa room 206.  Every last working day kasi of the week, bawat isa eh nagrereport ng mga kung anu-ano sa work at mga concerns nila sa mga Hapon.  Haaaay, concerns nga naman.  Sa sarili lang naman naming mga meeting kami nakakapag-concern sa mga Hapon e samantalang sila shempre diretso ang concern sa amin sa Bucho. Oo, unfair talaga! Pero as if naman we have a choice.  Simple lang naman sana ang gusto naming i-feedback tungkol sa kanila e.  Pero gusto kung ipauna na hindi naman lahat sa kanila eh gusto naming i-concern, sadyang may iba lang na hindi namin mapagtiisan. Eto...&lt;br /&gt;1) Sana maligo sila araw-araw. Kung ayaw talaga nilang araw-araw, payag na kami sa gabi-gabi. Nakakahilo kayang sumakay sa elevator lalo na't pag kakababa lang nila.&lt;br /&gt;2) Sana magtoothbrush sila after every meal. Nakakahilo kasi talagang maamoy yung natuyong amoy ng kape sa mga bibig nila tsaka yung amoy ng hilaw na isda pagkatapos makapananghali.&lt;br /&gt;3) Sana yung iba sa kanila, pagkatapos mag-CR, maglinis at maghugas ng maayos.  Aba! kawawa naman yung NPI peeps sa production na nakakasalamuha nila.&lt;br /&gt;4) Sana kahit minsan naman, eh ngitian ako ni Tsubo pag nakakasalubong niya ang mga Pinoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Sana tama na ang pagtatanong nila kung ok lang mag-OT kasi hindi naman pedeng humindi. Wag nang magbait-baitan, sabihin na lang nila mag OT ang mga NPI production peeps. "NPI... zangyou dekiru?"  Takte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapos yun, ano bang mga ni-report ko? What I did mainly for the week was to make a report regarding the NG Claim report from our Whetron customer.  Takte, kasi puros "No Signal" yung UT.  Pero, halleour!?! Customers naman kaya yung may kasalanan.  Puros pulled yung harness e.  At oo! Talagang nakita na pulled ang ends ng harness.  If there's one good thing that I liked when this task was passed on to me is that I was able to learn how to operate the Scanning Electon Microscope (SEM) and EDS.  Sorry but I don't know what does EDS stand for.  Tinanong ko naman sina Yamakage Kakaricho and Yamada san kaya lang hindi niya rin alam e! =D  Ang alam ko kasing EDS is something like Electronic Data System but I don't think they're the same thing.  O well, I'll have to find out next time.  It should be quite easy to operate the machine but I had a hard time remembering the procedure. Actually, I don't think anybody who is not Japanese will find it easy considering my Sensei can't speak English plus the fact that all working instructions/manual are written in Japanese.  Tapos, ano pa ba? Member na rin ako ng kiskis kalawang group! Ahahaha! And tinapos din yung report for the experiment regarding frequency shift of items(after PZT gluing) after painting. Haaaaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bonding ... May 19 ... before 12 mn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon, matapos ang meeting, pakain ni Sir Emer ng Pizza kasi 5 years na siya sa NPI!!! Tapos, bonding!  Pero kakaiba to, first time na talagang makumpleto , pero hiwa-hiwalay.  May nagbinggo, may nakikipagchat (ako yun!), pero nung mga 1230 na, may bagong nabuong grupo at hahaha! usapang pag-ibig at sex.  Grabe, mula nang dumating ako dito at may ganito kaming mga bonding, ngayon lang namin napag-usapan to.  Kanya-kanyang tanong, bahala na kung sinong gustong sumagot at umamin. Hehehe. Tanong about relationships, heartbreaks (hmmm...conservative ano!?!) hanggang sa O**y, M*st*r*8***, B*, Ka** S*tr* (sensored... nahiya akong isulat ng diretso eh!).  Ang nakakatawa lang dito kasi, kung sino pang mga may asawa, sila pang walang alam!!! laki tuloy ng pasalamat nila samin kasi now they know what they have to do to their husbands at wife when they go home. =D =D =D yehesss!!!  Asteeeeg kasi minsan lang na walang o-sodachi o black nika o vodka o tequilla, pero nakatagal kami ng alas-4 ng umaga.  Kung di siguro naubos yung buto ng kalabasa na kinakain namin eh hindi pa kami matutulog eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tulog ... May 20 ... past 4am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun nga, umakyat kami ng 407 ng mga 4:30 am na siguro yun. Tapos hindi pa ako nakuntento, naginternet pako at nagcheck kung may online sa YM.  check ng friendster, mail, ringo tapos  takte dito sa Japan! mag-aala singko pa lang eh sisikat na ang araw. Kaya yun! napilitan na akong matulog.  Hala kasi! Baka hindi na ako makatulog kapag lumiwanag na talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gala ... May 20 ... 2pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yehesss. Nagising na kami sa wakas. Kumain lang kami ng konti tapos naligo na rin.   Shempre! Gala ito.  Hehehe.  Bike to the max. Nakarating na naman kami ng Yamada, K's, Marugo, TOSC at 171.  Namalengke tapos sa wakas, nakabili na ako ng Ipod Nano ng Diko ko!!!! Yey, ipapadala ko kasi sa kanya e.  Weeheeheehee.  Pero hindi naman ako superexcited kasi hindi ko pa siya binubuksan. Mga bukas siguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun na! Madaling araw na at kelangan ko pang gumising ng alas 6 dahil ako'y pupunta pa ng Kobe.  Sasamba ako eh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oyasumi!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28308725-114814274237805074?l=chunkyelai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/feeds/114814274237805074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28308725&amp;postID=114814274237805074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default/114814274237805074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default/114814274237805074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/2006/05/meetingbondingtuloggala.html' title='Meeting.Bonding.Tulog.Gala.'/><author><name>Elai Balboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365257646328060146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photoproxy.tickle.com/image/102/0/9/RS/102090384RS647074943.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28308725.post-114796492083788092</id><published>2006-05-19T00:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T17:59:53.293+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Elliott</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eversince I started to watch season 5 of American Idol, I've been closely following each of Elliot's performances. A friend of mine would always say that yes, he has talent but he doesn't have the charm or the looks to be the American Idol. Overly sensitive and reactive I may seem to be, but I always do get hurt everytime someone thinks that he's no good to be an American Idol for those reasons. I know he's not the handsome type and quite short for an American guy but there is something in Elliott that made me look beyond his imperfections and admire him for his PURE TALENT and HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliott came in as an underdog but somehow had battled to reach the final three. Among Taylor, Katharine and Elliott, I think that Elliott is the most deserving to be named the American Idol. He had no professional training whatsoever like Katharine who has regular singing lessons and Taylor who is a vocalist of his band in his hometown but he is still by far a better singer than the two. Despite his being 90% deaf, it's so amazing how he still hears himself with all the instruments playing and AI crowd rooting and clapping for him. That despite his lackness of talent in dancing or moves when on stage, he is able to entertain his audience and millions and millions of fans. After all, American Idol is a singing contest and not some theatrical show or auditions. Not only he is able to entertain us but also, like what Paula always said about him, Elliott pierces through the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me admire and love him so much is that he is a good man and a good son. I certainly cannot attest to that but his mom already did when she told the whole world in her interview how good a son Elliott is. I can still remember how Elliott had touched me so deeply when he cried after one of his mom's short interviews. And everytime he remains quiet and not defend himself when the judges gives him very unpleasant comments only reveals that Elliott is really one respectful being and of good character. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can go more and more with my thoughts of Elliott tonight, tomorrow and the next but that won't ever change the fact that America had already decided. He may not be crowned the American Idol but he truly will be the Idol of so many fans out there whom he had touched the lives and will continue to with his great voice and the beautiful music he can make. And that includes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I have already downloaded the videos but I haven't watched them yet. Actually I still don't want to watch them especially the results video. Not tonight. I'm quite sure that I'll be crying a lot over it if I do. I don't wanna go to work tomorrow with a headache and swollen eyelids and eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhuhuhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28308725-114796492083788092?l=chunkyelai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/feeds/114796492083788092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28308725&amp;postID=114796492083788092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default/114796492083788092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default/114796492083788092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/2006/05/goodbye-elliott_19.html' title='Goodbye Elliott'/><author><name>Elai Balboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365257646328060146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photoproxy.tickle.com/image/102/0/9/RS/102090384RS647074943.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28308725.post-114796197521298777</id><published>2006-05-18T23:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:42:25.456+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I'm back to blogging! :D I checked Tina and Joey's blog a while ago and somehow I felt really disconnected with my friends.  I know, there's Friendster, Flickr, Ringo, etc wherein I can see regular updates bout my buddies but somehow I just felt that way.  So here I am again, writing my thoughts. Thanks to the FD of our company for blocking the Tabulas site, I was compelled to abandon my Tabulas account (though I haven't deleted my account there yet) and create one here at Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget, credits to Earvs for giving my an idea on what title to give my blog. Thanks for the testimonial! Ang kulit! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28308725-114796197521298777?l=chunkyelai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/feeds/114796197521298777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28308725&amp;postID=114796197521298777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default/114796197521298777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28308725/posts/default/114796197521298777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chunkyelai.blogspot.com/2006/05/blogging-again.html' title='Blogging Again'/><author><name>Elai Balboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365257646328060146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photoproxy.tickle.com/image/102/0/9/RS/102090384RS647074943.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
