<?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-31428240</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:03:16.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e s c a p e</title><subtitle type='html'>nyap nyap nyap</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rOgeeeeeeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13169359371908212023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c308/kermisuperman/Takam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428240.post-115724858675943850</id><published>2006-09-02T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T18:56:26.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where is he? where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring out at the sky. Praying that he will walk in my life Where is the man of my dreams I'll wait forever, how silly it seems How does he laugh? How does he cry? What's the color of his eyes? Does he even realize I'm here? Where is he? Where is he? Where is he? Where is this beautiful guy? Who is he? Who is he? Who is gonna take me so high? Where is he? Where is he? Where is this beautiful guy? Who is he? Who is he? Who is gonna take me so high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;uhmm..where are you?&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/31428240-115724858675943850?l=livingthewild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/feeds/115724858675943850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31428240&amp;postID=115724858675943850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115724858675943850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115724858675943850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-is-he-where-are-you_02.html' title='where is he? where are you?'/><author><name>rOgeeeeeeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13169359371908212023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c308/kermisuperman/Takam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428240.post-115586341938739609</id><published>2006-08-17T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T18:10:19.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mega scream</title><content type='html'>this is some week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won! we won! we won!! anlakas-lakas lang talaga ng CMC-CAL-SOLAIR ano? wooooh! kapit mga kapatid dahil eto na ang binuong team para tibagin ang mga echosera ng team-Ba/chesisipi at eng-engnearng. hehe. (yak parang eksenang peyups.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay. ang saya lang ng another tagaytay experience namin last suttarday bilang di ako pumasok sa kumon pordat. picture this: nagdadrive sa madilim na lansangan sa tagaytay upang bumili ng nonggateys, sobrang lakas na sounds at puno ang sportivo. get it? woooh. at marami pang i've never done na naganap nung gabing itembang. at i've never heard. siempre naman. siempre naman, i've never met most of the people duun. woooh talaga. kapit pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at nung wednesday ng gabi, bonding-bonding ng no.1 org in the university in terms of barkadahan at saya. laps kung laps na parang walang bukas. kapit once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang once more, dili ako umatak sa work kahapon upang panoorin ang makatindig balahibong performance ng up pep squad drummers sa kanilang half-time. muntik ko nang hindi macontain ang iniiiiiit! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ngayon kapit naman ako bilang ako naman ang mageeksam ng eksam na nakasira ng ulo ni bunggay nung miyerkules. good luck dahil malaki ang posibilidad na duguin ako. ang ilong ko, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun lang. i feel so gay. ang loved. and in love. and inspired. and i don't wanna know what else. yuck. stop singing robbie williams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31428240-115586341938739609?l=livingthewild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/feeds/115586341938739609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31428240&amp;postID=115586341938739609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115586341938739609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115586341938739609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/2006/08/mega-scream.html' title='mega scream'/><author><name>rOgeeeeeeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13169359371908212023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c308/kermisuperman/Takam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428240.post-115535294980802944</id><published>2006-08-11T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T20:22:29.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the saddest day of my life</title><content type='html'>and one of these days, i won't be afraid of staying with you. i hope and i pray that i'd find a way back to you. cause that's where i'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fall to pieces to by Avril Lavigne is still stuck in my head. And so are you. Tears just won't stop falling. I have never imagined falling like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31428240-115535294980802944?l=livingthewild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/feeds/115535294980802944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31428240&amp;postID=115535294980802944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115535294980802944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115535294980802944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/2006/08/saddest-day-of-my-life.html' title='the saddest day of my life'/><author><name>rOgeeeeeeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13169359371908212023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c308/kermisuperman/Takam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428240.post-115518503879033442</id><published>2006-08-09T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:43:58.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Lolo</title><content type='html'>about an hour from now, one of the greatest man i have ever known is saying goodbye to us for good. My grandfather, Lolo Godo, at the age of 81, died of diabetes last Friday. He has been bed-ridden for the last four months and has suffered long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends wonder why I could still smile after his death and why I don't bother much on invting them to visit the wake. For simple reasons, I said, he has completed his mission. A veteran, he is undoubtedly the bravest in the family, fighting over lands and abuses from some not so nice people in the neighborhood. For the sake of the family, he has done them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if I'm happy that he's gone or that I don't feel anything about it. I just realize that tears don't express everything. Laughters too. It's what inside you that matters. That's why the saying, nbody knows you but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a great man, good bye. Lolo is with Him now. And that's something to smile about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31428240-115518503879033442?l=livingthewild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/feeds/115518503879033442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31428240&amp;postID=115518503879033442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115518503879033442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115518503879033442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/2006/08/goodbye-lolo_09.html' title='Goodbye, Lolo'/><author><name>rOgeeeeeeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13169359371908212023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c308/kermisuperman/Takam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428240.post-115449095665814944</id><published>2006-08-01T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:56:54.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scary movie</title><content type='html'>I could not get over Sukob. Err. I was kinda expecting something more like Feng Shui. But no. It was different. YEs, it had the same "ma-pamihiin" kind of story but to hell with that. I'm not the kind of person who follows each custom just to get rid of misfortunes. I don't even know, up until now, what Sukob means but the movie really gave me a creep. It scared the hell out of my gorgeous body and makes me just wanna close my eyes when i see windows. Literally, I was hot while watching at GAteway last night. It's because I had to hide inside my sweat shirt, not because twas cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Aquino's acting still stucks (as if she'll ever improve on this) unlike Claudine who's versatile as always. Chito Rono did a really great job in giving people a real scare. A scream every three minutes and a lifetime memory of the little girl's image, that's what the movie guarantees. I therefore conclude that Sukob is worth my two hours and a P140.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31428240-115449095665814944?l=livingthewild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/feeds/115449095665814944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31428240&amp;postID=115449095665814944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115449095665814944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115449095665814944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/2006/08/scary-movie.html' title='scary movie'/><author><name>rOgeeeeeeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13169359371908212023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c308/kermisuperman/Takam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428240.post-115367484769748643</id><published>2006-07-23T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:18:49.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so be it</title><content type='html'>The rain is dropping madly on the roof. The wind is blowing off all the heat I have in my body. Classes are suspended tomorrow. You just lied to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with some VC people last night at Drew's. We had some after sessions after that tiring but fantastic volleyball (as always) in Park 9. And there was Carlo, Ann and her bufra, too. I had to drink beer cause Ringo doesn't like to order mixed drinks and since he's the one to pay, I didn't mind getting kicked by the bitter horse. Anyway, I got tipsy after the first Red Horse and Ajin was already drunk so I had to leave the ever sensible talker Ms. Ringo to lead Ajin to her house right across the infamous bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err. I've nothing to write about. The person who's not supposed to know this blog of mine has already memorized my blog address. So I'm gonna piss my readers, if there's any, for now. I couldn't say anymore details about my life other than that. Basta. Israel and Lebanon are still at war. The world is still chaotic. But my life's worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31428240-115367484769748643?l=livingthewild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/feeds/115367484769748643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31428240&amp;postID=115367484769748643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115367484769748643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115367484769748643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-be-it.html' title='so be it'/><author><name>rOgeeeeeeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13169359371908212023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c308/kermisuperman/Takam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428240.post-115353943443986302</id><published>2006-07-21T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T20:37:14.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>almost</title><content type='html'>Your birthday is our 350th day. Supposedly. I have all my ideas for that big day. Something really really special for someone really really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about us being friends is that we know how to get through difficulties. We know how to make things work and make them work to our advantage. But this is so different, aside from being difficult, of course. We are trying to work our way out of our own established difficulty, without trying to hurt each other, to our own friggin advantage, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life. And we have to undergo one of its many challenges - the irony of wanting something more than what it is offering us and not having it. I had you. You had me. But wanting more means losing everything, right? You want something I cannot offer. I have something I can never ever give. It isn't always give and take of everything. It is never that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 11 months of being the bestest couple our closest friends have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to where we were, so in love yet so afraid. So damn in love but so damn afraid. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start a blog. I am never gonna post anything as melancholic as this, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, mamboboys na sa bora. soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31428240-115353943443986302?l=livingthewild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/feeds/115353943443986302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31428240&amp;postID=115353943443986302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115353943443986302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115353943443986302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/2006/07/almost.html' title='almost'/><author><name>rOgeeeeeeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13169359371908212023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c308/kermisuperman/Takam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428240.post-115343809555061126</id><published>2006-07-20T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T16:28:15.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coolness!</title><content type='html'>cool. i have my blogspot na! what to expect? hmmm..  dramas and adventures, definitely. comedic moments and all that jazz. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31428240-115343809555061126?l=livingthewild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/feeds/115343809555061126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31428240&amp;postID=115343809555061126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115343809555061126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31428240/posts/default/115343809555061126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthewild.blogspot.com/2006/07/coolness.html' title='coolness!'/><author><name>rOgeeeeeeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13169359371908212023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c308/kermisuperman/Takam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
