<?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-7040083</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:00:32.257+08:00</updated><category term='Sick...'/><category term='coincidences'/><category term='Hmmm...'/><category term='Square one'/><category term='Sleepless'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing...(and Bitching of course) :P</title><subtitle type='html'>My LIFE...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040083.post-7703626878582500738</id><published>2008-11-24T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:34:25.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>As the days inch closer and closer to D-Day I find myself getting rather annoyed at a lot of things. Why does this always happen when this once-a-year occasion of mine comes along? This just made my day once again. Whoop-tee-doo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nawalan ako ng gana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:|&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great...the light in my room just got busted. Talk about sympathy for the brooding one. Just like a giant grey raincloud following me around and constantly raining on my parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is little to look forward to...&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/7040083-7703626878582500738?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/7703626878582500738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=7703626878582500738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/7703626878582500738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/7703626878582500738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2008/11/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-2790757555657434178</id><published>2007-09-06T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:55:50.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Square one'/><title type='text'>Haha... Ha...Great...</title><content type='html'>I could have gotten the same satisfaction if I talked to a rock I guess...&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'm sorry it even started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the things you did and didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-2790757555657434178?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/2790757555657434178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=2790757555657434178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/2790757555657434178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/2790757555657434178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/09/haha-hagreat.html' title='Haha... Ha...Great...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-4493065364247141445</id><published>2007-09-05T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:18:54.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hmmm...'/><title type='text'>After A While...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:teal;"   &gt;AFTER A WHILE …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, you learn the subtle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 153);font-family:'Seabird SF';font-size:10;"  &gt;difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;. And you learn that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:'Bradley Hand ITC';font-size:14;"  &gt;love doesn’t mean leaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:'Bradley Hand ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;and &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:13;"  &gt;company does not mean security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:13;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:red;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;And you begin to learn that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 51);font-family:Balloonist;font-size:10;"  &gt;kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;. And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult not the grief of a child. And you begin to build all your roads on today for tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:Blecklet;color:yellow;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;even sunshine burns if you get too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:yellow;"   &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to give you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure … that you are strong. And you really do have worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 61, 171);font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;AFTER “AFTER A WHILE”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ‘after a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;’,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="background: maroon none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:'Love LetterTW';font-size:11;"  &gt;you want to hold a hand not to chain a soul but to enjoy it’s company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;, and you want  someone’s lips to kiss, not because you are lonely but because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:'Firenze SF';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you are happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;, and you want to give presents and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:'SF Beaverton';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;you want to make promises&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; After ‘after a while’, you begin to accept your defeats like an adult, but like a child, will want someone to listen and care, and you want someone who will build roads with you today so maybe you can pave the way for your future together. After ‘after a while’, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:'Sprint SF';font-size:11;"  &gt;you want someone’s sunshine and warmth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Sprint SF';font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;but also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'SF Arch Rival';font-size:9;color:black;"   &gt;accept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:'SF Arch Rival';font-size:9;"  &gt;the rain and the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:'SF Arch Rival';font-size:10;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; and you want to give flowers picked from your own garden. And when your garden is picture perfect, you want it to be more than a picture even if it means having to be imperfect because you want someone in it to stay and to live. Then you’ll see that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: teal none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:'Accent SF';font-size:9;color:white;"   &gt;there is such a thing as love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; … and that you were made to live in someone else’s garden … and you’ll know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 80, 80);font-family:'Juice ITC';font-size:15;"  &gt;there is more to life than yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;AND NOW …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 0);font-family:Angostura;font-size:9;"  &gt;no matter how tightly you hold, if you’re meant to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 153);font-family:Angostura;font-size:9;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Angostura;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Elementary SF Black';color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Elementary SF Black';font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; And then you will understand that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 204);font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16;"  &gt;love gives you reasons to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;even the most complicated situations. And you will grow older believing that just because you have &lt;span style="color: rgb(221, 53, 53);font-family:'Seabird Light SF';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;convictions doesn’t mean you’re always right.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;You will remember the lips because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 204);font-family:'Napa SF';font-size:9;"  &gt;the smiles that made your day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; the words that touched your soul, not only because of the sweet kisses. And as you graciously accept defeat and absorb the meaning of lessons learned, you feel that you are finally being the person you never thought you’d be. So armed with courage, strength and confidence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arch;font-size:15;color:black;"   &gt;you will face the world head on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 85, 196);font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;with or without an army behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; Because you know your worth and that alone is an armor. With more heartbreak you will cry … but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:ShangriLaNF;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:ShangriLaNF;font-size:14;"  &gt;every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:ShangriLaNF;font-size:18;color:red;"   &gt;heartache,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:ShangriLaNF;font-size:14;"  &gt; you will rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:ShangriLaNF;font-size:14;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; Life is a garden … it takes long to make it beautiful. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102);font-family:'Ale and Wenches BB';font-size:9;"  &gt;it’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102);font-family:'Ale and Wenches BB';font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102);font-family:'Ale and Wenches BB';font-size:9;"  &gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102);font-family:'Ale and Wenches BB';font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102);font-family:'Ale and Wenches BB';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;worth the wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;- anonymous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-4493065364247141445?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/4493065364247141445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=4493065364247141445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/4493065364247141445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/4493065364247141445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-while.html' title='After A While...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-3432523965282942681</id><published>2007-09-05T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T02:02:21.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick...'/><title type='text'>The second I caught her eye...</title><content type='html'>I was doing fine a few hours ago. The lack of sleep for the past few days has been killing me... I've been sick fer two days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had to look... I didn't have to. It's not like I didn't want to either, but still... I've been in this stupid place for far too long. Should I wait? Should I push through with it? I'm just setting myself up. I know now why I feel this disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ateneo suddenly didn't look as beautiful as it should have from where I was... Everything is relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong but at the same time, I can't help but feel like I'm right. I could give everything but I could lose whatever sanity I had saved from the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? "I wish you knew..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-3432523965282942681?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/3432523965282942681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=3432523965282942681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/3432523965282942681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/3432523965282942681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/09/second-i-caught-her-eye.html' title='The second I caught her eye...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-3004157131001650851</id><published>2007-07-10T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:10:05.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coincidences'/><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>I just hate it when things like this happen. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-3004157131001650851?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/3004157131001650851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=3004157131001650851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/3004157131001650851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/3004157131001650851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/07/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-5330505170786023610</id><published>2007-06-14T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:09:07.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What's Coming...</title><content type='html'>Don't let me hate you... Don't let me regret all the things I did. Don't! Don't! Don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me HATE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't... or maybe you're too late? Let's just wait and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fuck you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll feel it too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fuck you!&lt;/span&gt; You know who you are. You are the only person in the world I won't forgive. Burn in hell you lousy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;motherfucker&lt;/span&gt;. You'll just have to learn the hard way. When your time comes, you'll regret everything you ever did to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-5330505170786023610?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/5330505170786023610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=5330505170786023610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/5330505170786023610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/5330505170786023610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-know-whats-coming.html' title='You Know What&apos;s Coming...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-7407445724549567653</id><published>2007-06-03T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T03:35:20.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepless'/><title type='text'>3:20 in the Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Advice for the young at heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soon we will be older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When we gonna make it work ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people living in a secret world&lt;br /&gt;While they play mothers and fathers&lt;br /&gt;We play little boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;When we gonna make it work ?&lt;br /&gt;I could be happy&lt;br /&gt;I could be quite naive&lt;br /&gt;Its only me and my shadows&lt;br /&gt;Happy in our make believe&lt;br /&gt;Soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the hounds at bay&lt;br /&gt;Ill call your bluff&lt;br /&gt;Cos it would be okay&lt;br /&gt;To walk on tiptoes everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I think of you and all the love thats due&lt;br /&gt;Ill make a promise, Ill make a stand&lt;br /&gt;Cos to these big brown eyes, this comes as no surprise&lt;br /&gt;We've got the whole wide world in our hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Advice for the young at heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Soon we will be older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When we gonna make it work ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is promise&lt;br /&gt;Love is a souvenir&lt;br /&gt;Once given&lt;br /&gt;Never forgotten, never let it disappear&lt;br /&gt;This could be our last chance&lt;br /&gt;When we gonna make it work ?&lt;br /&gt;Working hour is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how it makes me weep&lt;br /&gt;Cos someone sent my soul to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I think of you and all the love thats due&lt;br /&gt;Ill make a promise, Ill make a stand&lt;br /&gt;Cos to these big brown eyes, this comes as no surprise&lt;br /&gt;We've got the whole wide world in our hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Advice for the young at heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Soon we will be older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When we gonna make it work ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working hour is over&lt;br /&gt;We can do anything that we want&lt;br /&gt;Anything that we feel like doing&lt;br /&gt;Advice...&lt;br /&gt;~Tears For Fears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-7407445724549567653?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/7407445724549567653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=7407445724549567653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/7407445724549567653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/7407445724549567653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/06/320-in-morning.html' title='3:20 in the Morning'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-118572579556615662</id><published>2007-05-19T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T12:07:42.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking...</title><content type='html'>One day I'll wake up and it won't hurt anymore. One day I'll wake up and it will all be over. One day I'll wake up and I won't even remember who you are. One day you'll wake up wondering who I was. One day you'll wake up missing me. One day you'll wake up wondering... One day... someday... you will forget all those promises, all those moments... And then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my own future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-118572579556615662?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/118572579556615662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=118572579556615662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/118572579556615662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/118572579556615662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/05/thinking.html' title='Thinking...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-8530422665365318519</id><published>2007-04-22T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:02:13.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harsh Language</title><content type='html'>First of all...What the FRUIT?!?!? What the loompin' quiggly quinky dinks?!?!? How hard can it be? It was supposed to be a walk in the park and now I suddenly feel challenged. This is going to be insanely difficult. Actually it has been insanely backbreakingly (sic) arduous. Now what...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other news...I need to concentrate!!! You're not helping at all because because... ahihihi (breaks into this goofy laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to bass playing. I've learned some tricks here and there and i can't wait to try them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-8530422665365318519?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/8530422665365318519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=8530422665365318519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/8530422665365318519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/8530422665365318519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/04/harsh-language.html' title='Harsh Language'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-3021206443671091123</id><published>2007-04-18T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:09:09.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish First</title><content type='html'>Last place is a locus everyone wouldn't want to be neck-deep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say that. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck are you? What's your name?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's get lost in lust.&lt;/span&gt;.." Now that says everything :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-3021206443671091123?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/3021206443671091123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=3021206443671091123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/3021206443671091123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/3021206443671091123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/04/finish-first.html' title='Finish First'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-5039280946219543984</id><published>2007-04-01T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T02:53:08.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question and Answer</title><content type='html'>So since when did you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP CARING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; give a rat's ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GODDAMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; care anymore!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-5039280946219543984?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/5039280946219543984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=5039280946219543984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/5039280946219543984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/5039280946219543984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/04/question-and-answer.html' title='Question and Answer'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-340253711123810468</id><published>2007-03-25T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:55:27.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why weren't we able to see the signs that we missed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7040083-340253711123810468?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/340253711123810468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=340253711123810468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/340253711123810468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/340253711123810468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/03/rewind.html' title='Rewind'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-1618712373098168887</id><published>2007-03-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:41:24.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of This and That</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been the most challenging days of the semester. School's about to end and there are only 5 more exams to suffer through. The smell of dry burnt grass in the warm breeze in school has been hitting me almost everytime I light a cigarette in the Smocket (sic). Summer's just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Summer...Memories...Pictures...No... not pictures. Photographs. I love the way that word hits my ears. I've been looking at some of my albums lately. Each photograph I look at gives me these feelings... It's a myriad of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be posting the rest of my albums soon&lt;/span&gt;. I have a lot of catching up to do. A fair share of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reminiscing and bitching&lt;/span&gt; served steaming hot with a slice of regret please? Haha Just kidding. Don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll see you soon."~2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-1618712373098168887?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/1618712373098168887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=1618712373098168887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/1618712373098168887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/1618712373098168887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-bit-of-this-and-that.html' title='A Little Bit of This and That'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-7870087614056590810</id><published>2007-03-18T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:07:55.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Liners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All men are snakes...Fuckin' A...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-7870087614056590810?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/7870087614056590810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=7870087614056590810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/7870087614056590810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/7870087614056590810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-liners.html' title='One Liners'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-5128079440892728270</id><published>2007-03-15T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:06:46.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Let Me...</title><content type='html'>I just lost it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the stress finally got to me or maybe its the fact that I don't know what to say anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so tired of all of "this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This warm feeling is so overwhelming. Drops of it are staining my shirt. I feel like I'm being choked and drowned all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me get through this...please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been this sick since...*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-5128079440892728270?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/5128079440892728270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=5128079440892728270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/5128079440892728270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/5128079440892728270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-let-me.html' title='Just Let Me...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-5556274272333756418</id><published>2007-03-11T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:21:41.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Ephemeral</title><content type='html'>I'd like to take back that last post. I erased it because I've come to a realization about this. True love goes beyond "the self". True love understands completely without a tinge of doubt. True love is built around trust and commitment. True love is built around promises; genuine promises made by two people who truly care about each other. True love lasts beyond the mere confines of time. And with that... All I can say is,... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"True love is all I can give you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-5556274272333756418?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/5556274272333756418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=5556274272333756418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/5556274272333756418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/5556274272333756418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2007/03/disappointment-hell-of-fucking.html' title='Nothing Ephemeral'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-116352143606171332</id><published>2006-11-15T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:23:56.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/2845/320/SANY0017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/2845/400/SANY0017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augusto Ch. Camacho :) Happy Birthday Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-116352143606171332?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/116352143606171332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=116352143606171332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/116352143606171332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/116352143606171332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2006/11/augusto-ch.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-116352120771424483</id><published>2006-11-15T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:20:07.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday DAD! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-116352120771424483?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/116352120771424483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=116352120771424483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/116352120771424483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/116352120771424483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-dad.html' title='Hey Dad!'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-116349981696415613</id><published>2006-11-14T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:23:36.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Being 20</title><content type='html'>This year will be my saddest year... If only things turned out differently... If only you didn't let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, it's not "Happy Birthday to Me!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not celebrating my birthday this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like it... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-116349981696415613?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/116349981696415613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=116349981696415613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/116349981696415613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/116349981696415613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2006/11/about-being-20.html' title='About Being 20'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-116185071233915860</id><published>2006-10-26T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:18:32.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/2845/320/Picture%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/2845/400/Picture%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagaytay... Breakfast at Antonio's. :)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-116185071233915860?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/116185071233915860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=116185071233915860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/116185071233915860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/116185071233915860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2006/10/tagaytay.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-114192509134240590</id><published>2006-03-10T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:24:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent...Reflection...Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it. What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul?"&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 16:24-26)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-114192509134240590?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/114192509134240590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=114192509134240590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/114192509134240590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/114192509134240590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2006/03/lentreflectionme.html' title='Lent...Reflection...Me...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-114174459881866887</id><published>2006-03-07T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:16:38.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/2845/320/Camill_And_Ez.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/2845/400/Camill_And_Ez.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girlfriend and My Long Hair. :) Hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-114174459881866887?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/114174459881866887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=114174459881866887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/114174459881866887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/114174459881866887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-girlfriend-and-my-long-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-113383843939451866</id><published>2005-12-05T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T11:07:19.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being 19...</title><content type='html'>It has been ages since the last time I've blogged. If I'm not mistaken, it has been nearly 4 months...since I've logged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sing to the tune of HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Me...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Me...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Happy Birthday...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday tooo meee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Old Am I???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-113383843939451866?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/113383843939451866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=113383843939451866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/113383843939451866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/113383843939451866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/12/being-19.html' title='Being 19...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-112548361700980839</id><published>2005-09-01T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:21:19.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/We%20Kick%20Ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/We%20Kick%20Ass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this picture of Camill and I... :) Rawr... We're LEGALLY LEGAL!!! WHEEEEeeeee........ wala lang :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-112548361700980839?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/112548361700980839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=112548361700980839' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112548361700980839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112548361700980839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-really-like-this-picture-of-camill.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-112548333749788416</id><published>2005-09-01T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:21:53.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illegally Legal (?) :P</title><content type='html'>We were engaged in the dodgy, weird world of espionage for the past 3 weeks. Those days truly tested our cloak-and-dagger abilities. To make a long story short... It was really damn hard hiding and deciding when to tell our parents about our being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, everything changed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding! :) Wheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of funny too coz we were weren't planning anything big that day. I was just going to visit and spend the afternoon with Camill. Haha, little did I know, while I was on my way to her house, her parents finally asked the big question while they were having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camill: Mom, can Tracy and/or E.Z. come over later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mom finally asks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tita Marga: So is EZ courting you? Are you guys together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camill (while reading an Archie comic book) : ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tito Camillo: Yeah, why don't you tell us? We're family right? We should trust each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tita Marga: So are you guys together??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camill: Yeah... ;] (hehehe uh oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents : See! Isn't it better that you told us? Don't you feel good about letting it off your chest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camill: Yeah... :P (hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, that's what happened. Hahaha. It happened so fast! Just like that! Camill, after eating, texts me, "E.Z., my parents know. haha." My initial reaction was me saying, "OH MY GOD!! ARE YOU SERIOUS???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P (skip the rest of what happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the rest of the day went really well. Though we were a bit restrained. *wink*wink*&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo looking forward to the next visit. Hayyy... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life rocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE KICK ASS!!!&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/7040083-112548333749788416?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/112548333749788416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=112548333749788416' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112548333749788416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112548333749788416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/08/illegally-legal-p.html' title='Illegally Legal (?) :P'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-112411695118257019</id><published>2005-08-16T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:42:31.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagaytay</title><content type='html'>I've never thought about the many blessings I've actually been given these past few days. I've never had the chance to say thank you... I've been feeling terrible for being unable to do so in the first place. Well anyways, I went to mass this evening to help lighten my mood. And you know what? It helped a whole damn lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of those who haven't caught on yet, I have this rather startling revelation... I have a girlfriend. Mmmhmmm yep. I am no longer single-slash-available. I'm sorry ladies but you see this girl finally bagged me. :D (We bagged each other rather heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Camill Francesca Robles Vazquez and yes, I am truly, madly, and deeply in love with her. She's nothing short of amazing. She's absolutely lovable, caring, super affectionate, sweet, charming, BEAUTIFUL... and I might get carried away if I go on and on. So I'll keep it at that first. We have so many things in common like we love the same music, movies, fave food, gimik spots and the list goes on. I find it so cool that she's game for anything especially since I'm pretty adventurous myself. She means the world to me... I've never been this happy in my life, I tell you. How could I ask for anything more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see now why God never let me have anyone before Camill. I guess He was preparing me for her. I'm glad I waited. All the hurt and the pain of the past... psshh all gone. &lt;em&gt;I've learned so much...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my first. :) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We have so much to see and so much to do together. I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hate to sound so cliche but this is the start of a whole new chapter in my life... with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We kick ass!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-112411695118257019?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/112411695118257019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=112411695118257019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112411695118257019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112411695118257019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/08/tagaytay.html' title='Tagaytay'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-112399555241477126</id><published>2005-08-14T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T12:59:12.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/The%20Jackets%20baby.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/The%20Jackets%20baby.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we cute? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-112399555241477126?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/112399555241477126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=112399555241477126' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112399555241477126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112399555241477126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/08/arent-we-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040083.post-112255381792641434</id><published>2005-07-29T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:30:17.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang!</title><content type='html'>Control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To control is to exercise authoritative or dominating influence over an object, thought, body, purpose, mind, etc and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I in control of my life? It's funny how I thought of this just a few minutes ago. It actually hit me while I was in the ARPT range earlier but it's only now that I'm feeling the essence of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am... I mean I hope I am. I have doubts about this since I just proved myself wrong this afternoon. I bombed my Filipino long test... I was absolutely horrified by my mediocre performance. I am utterly pathetic, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could control my life... (I actually think that this is something futile to accept)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd want to give an example of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In competitive shooting, it's a battle for control over your nerves. You have to master the perfect breathing technique so as to gain complete control over your movement. Breathe in and out a couple of times before aiming at your target to slow your heart rate. Then exhale slowly while bringing the gun up. You have to start aiming as soon as you find your sweet spot on the stock of the rifle. Time your breathing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you might loose control of your breathing. Your hands may start shaking, your muscles may start twitching if you don't execute everything properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to stop breathing, but in the end, the body's powerful urge to continue its existence compels you to gasp for air. This is something so primal... so instinctive... so fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to end this so I'll just keep things hanging for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-112255381792641434?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/112255381792641434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=112255381792641434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112255381792641434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112255381792641434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/07/bang.html' title='Bang!'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-112255495306970323</id><published>2005-07-28T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:49:13.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/SANY00031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/SANY00031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to my bestfriend Jaycee Uybaretta!!! Marry me marry my bike! Labo... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-112255495306970323?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/112255495306970323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=112255495306970323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112255495306970323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112255495306970323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/07/tribute-to-my-bestfriend-jaycee.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-112255483030543153</id><published>2005-07-28T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:47:10.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/SANY00051.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/SANY00051.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jose Carlos Cecilio Uybaretta!!! Woohoo!!! You rock!!! Rawrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-112255483030543153?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/112255483030543153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=112255483030543153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112255483030543153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112255483030543153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-love-you-jose-carlos-cecilio.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-112235919916332187</id><published>2005-07-27T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:26:39.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head</title><content type='html'>I've been having one of the lowest weeks in history. I went to school today, expecting that there'd be Math class and Filipino class... Bzzzt... No class for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, E.Z. did you forget?"&lt;br /&gt;"Awww kawawa ka naman!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, they announced that last Friday, duh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love how your friends in school are so sympathetic and helpful? Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to add insult to injury, it started raining. No, it started raining LIKE HELL! I was the only person in the smocket... It was like a scene from some Drama B-Movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strong rain... the pathetic blue umbrella not helping the situation... the soaked kawawa looking dude... the dying cigarette. So classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having unbelievable highs and lows so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been the unluckiest guy in the whole world. Dammit! What's wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-112235919916332187?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/112235919916332187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=112235919916332187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112235919916332187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112235919916332187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/07/raindrops-keep-fallin-on-my-head.html' title='Raindrops Keep Fallin&apos; On My Head'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-112218896381236765</id><published>2005-07-25T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T15:09:23.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Nicole Sarmiento!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-112218896381236765?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/112218896381236765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=112218896381236765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112218896381236765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112218896381236765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/07/tenderness.html' title='Tenderness'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-112098369407846350</id><published>2005-07-11T07:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:21:34.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Quiet</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-112098369407846350?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/112098369407846350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=112098369407846350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112098369407846350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112098369407846350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/07/stay-quiet.html' title='Stay Quiet'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-112053828575746198</id><published>2005-07-06T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:38:05.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing Still</title><content type='html'>As I watched the rain fall... as I felt myself breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I realized that no one else can make me feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else comes close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be no comparison. No compromise whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-112053828575746198?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/112053828575746198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=112053828575746198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112053828575746198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112053828575746198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/07/standing-still.html' title='Standing Still'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-112040399167894708</id><published>2005-07-04T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:19:51.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubts...</title><content type='html'>I hate you, you-plastic-mother-fucking-son-of-a-bitch. Oh, and while you're at it, do smile. I'll knock your teeth out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting pissed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-112040399167894708?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/112040399167894708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=112040399167894708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112040399167894708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112040399167894708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/07/doubts.html' title='Doubts...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-112036934968972902</id><published>2005-07-04T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T13:42:29.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Compass That Points South</title><content type='html'>Nice guys finish last. It has always been that way. I haven't seen or experienced anything that can change this opinion. No, not opinion. That word isn't apt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in between everything else. I am neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo. Hah. Just the right descriptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the understatement whilst being grossly exaggerated. Still don't get it? I knew it... It'll always be that way. I am a book; a novel written in some strange foreign language, in a world that only speaks and comprehends English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hedgehog's Dilemma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-112036934968972902?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/112036934968972902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=112036934968972902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112036934968972902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/112036934968972902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/07/compass-that-points-south.html' title='The Compass That Points South'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111977211189224645</id><published>2005-06-27T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T15:50:10.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Ice... Numbing...</title><content type='html'>I just woke up and it's 3:23pm now. I practically wasted more than half my day sleeping. I feel so spent. My biking episode with Jaycee yesterday left me with scratched legs, a bruised knee and an elbow that's badly bruised and scraped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could escape you. I thought I could avoid thinking of you. It just proves that I'm not safe even when I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there again. You've been in my dreams for the past week and I've been losing so much shut-eye because of that. I don't want to admit it and I've been trying to hide it... I can't help it. I can't deny the fact that I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear your name, I feel so many things. I feel so ecstatic, yet so melancholic... I feel so excited, yet so disappointed... I feel like I could jump off some building out of sheer happiness and at the same time I feel like slinking off to sulk in some corner away from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not forcing it... I'm not forcing anything... It's just in me to be like this. When everyone has said everything they could, what happens then? When all pieces of advice have been exhausted, then what? You can only listen to so much right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever listen to me? I wonder if you'll ever see through this facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to observe myself these past few days. People say I'm just too nice for my own goddamn good. Is this true? What is my real side then? What personas could I be hiding away from the world I live in? Perhaps I'm destroying myself... slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm only good for laughs then. I'll always be the funny, silly nice guy anyway. I'm not worthy of anything else. I will always be the missing piece, the other half, the insignificant other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you not get hurt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111977211189224645?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111977211189224645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111977211189224645' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111977211189224645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111977211189224645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/06/like-ice-numbing.html' title='Like Ice... Numbing...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111963075371157767</id><published>2005-06-25T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:32:33.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such A Long F*cking Day</title><content type='html'>La la la la la... La la la la la... La la la la la la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you might be wondering why these lines are up there. Yes, I have become the victim of the infamous L.S.S. or Last Song Syndrome. Thank you, Frannie Medina for allowing this to happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn you, Francesca Juanita Ernestine Zaldar-something Medina. *Hee Hee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm now in love with the song. I just adore the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so me. It's so you. It's so us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Future Freaks Me Out - Motion City Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on fire and now I think I’m ready to bust a move&lt;br /&gt;Check it out I’m rocking steady&lt;br /&gt;Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty won’t stop listening to modern rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How she hates to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to compensate her lack of love with coffee cake&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream and a bottle of ten dollar wine she says hey&lt;br /&gt;I rock the Haro sport&lt;br /&gt;I rock the cowgirl blues&lt;br /&gt;I rock too fast for love I’m footloose in my Velcro shoes&lt;br /&gt;What’s up with Will and Grace?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get drum and bass&lt;br /&gt;The future freaks me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move&lt;br /&gt;Check it out I’m rocking steady&lt;br /&gt;To the beat in my head&lt;br /&gt;It goes oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that she’s the only one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’d rather waste our time together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, ‘cause we can get down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty can’t quit carving question marks in my wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How come we’re so alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We waste away the days with nicotine and television samples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From an era we hate to admit we embrace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We fail to represent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We fail to be content&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We fail at everything we ever even try to attempt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the story goes&lt;br /&gt;As only Betty knows&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to take control(Get Down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move&lt;br /&gt;Check it out I’m rocking steady&lt;br /&gt;To the beat in my head&lt;br /&gt;It goes oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I know that she’s the only one&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather waste my time with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Betty, I need you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m so alone without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To call up on the weekends with my cellular phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Betty it’s so hard to relate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the whole human race&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t know where to begin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t know where to begin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we can both find a way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To do the things that we say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We might not sit in our rooms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And drink our daydreams away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Betty, I’m a dreamer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, I’m not a vicious screamer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Betty won’t you.. ah fuck it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move&lt;br /&gt;Check it out I’m rocking steady&lt;br /&gt;To the beat in my head&lt;br /&gt;It goes oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that she’s the only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d rather waste our time together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, ‘cause we can get down.&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/7040083-111963075371157767?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111963075371157767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111963075371157767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111963075371157767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111963075371157767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/06/such-long-fcking-day.html' title='Such A Long F*cking Day'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111954207782597924</id><published>2005-06-24T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:54:37.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why do we wait? I mean waiting in general. When you wait, you let time pass. Everything's so contradictory. Isn't time precious? So why wait, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love waiting. The very act gives me so much time to reflect on a lot of things and issues that bother me. Waiting may come in many forms. I could be waiting for a friend who's taking his PE class. I could be waiting for my change from one of the stalls in the college cafeteria. I could be waiting for the red light to turn green while driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wait is to burn time's lifeline. In burning time or as we say in "killing time", we waste endless would-be life-changing opportunities. It's ironic how some can say that they've lived a full life even though they've spent a lifetime waiting in vain for something they've never ended up getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting may be a waste of time. Waiting may be a way of showing how important something matters to you. Waiting can mean a hullaballoo of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a question... Hmmm there are so many possibilities... I mean, why just sit around?&lt;br /&gt;Do we have to be immobilized by waiting? I'm coming to learn that waiting is something very powerful. "It" (waiting) can show how much of a person you are. It shows you how worthwhile the things you're accomplishing are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that... Who would expect that this simple act can play a defining and influencial part in our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, I have been waiting for so many things. Some disappoint while some allow me the grace of happiness and contentment... Maybe someday, I will learn how not to wait for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is the act of expecting. How do I lie waiting but not lie expecting at the same time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111954207782597924?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111954207782597924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111954207782597924' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111954207782597924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111954207782597924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111915190558276592</id><published>2005-06-20T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T11:31:45.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>I just got up now. It's kinda late coz it's nearing noon already. My body kind of aches from all my jumping and biking late last night. I think I biked about 13km. I actually don't know what to type about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Sundays... Sundays are too peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling empty now... What's wrong with me? I have friends and close friends I can count on to make me feel better naman. I've got alot of things at my disposal if it's only boredom I'm facing. There's the car, and I could drive away... There's my PC and I could chat with whoever's online... There's the TV... This is really frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve. I have a history of taking off my shirt."&lt;br /&gt;I guess that line really suits me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's missing? What's this emptiness? Well, anyways, I need notebooks for school. I'll be going to National Bookstore later. Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111915190558276592?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111915190558276592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111915190558276592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111915190558276592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111915190558276592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111918783242845950</id><published>2005-06-19T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:30:32.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/Hot%20people.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/Hot%20people.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really cute picture :) yeah baby! My smile's too big tsk tsk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111918783242845950?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111918783242845950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111918783242845950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111918783242845950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111918783242845950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-really-cute-picture-yeah-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111876058704257419</id><published>2005-06-15T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:49:47.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Blues</title><content type='html'>I was really hyped up about today. I guess I was expecting too much again. That all too familiar feeling coursed through my veins as soon as I stepped into the SEC A 116 A room. I was finally going to start my first day in college with Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all subjects...Math! I found this a bit ironic. I barely left high school because of Math and now I'm starting my college life with it. I guess old habits die hard. Well, fate seemed to smile upon the whole of C2 and the other block in the room with us for our professor didn't arrive on time. My mistake. He didn't show up at all. Is this a sign of things to come? A life in the Ateneo without Math?? Yessuh!!! I can't help but smile thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, let's snap back to reality. There will be a next class. Looking back, it was quite unfortunate that we weren't able to meet our Math professor. *grumble* As of now, I'm sure we're lagging behind because of today's "fiasco".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...What else happened today? Oh there! We had our Filipino class in the Kostka building. I was a bit edgy because of that stupid proficiency test. I feel so pathetic man... That test was way difficult. I was fucking stumped during the first part alone... Imagine my grief upon learning we had to answer almost 10 to 12 pages worth of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imbecility is utterly amazing!!! I want to totally die from shame!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looking on the bright side, our Filipino classroom's airconditioned. :D (Of all subjects pa naman... weird...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jiza I had a way home. She allowed me to hitch a ride with her all the way to Shakey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some weights training upon getting home. I did that 'coz I wanted to release the tension that I gained from that traumatizing diagnostic paper from hell. Oh, I went biking too. I biked around Ateneo, jumping here and there. It felt incredible clearing all those steps and sidewalks. Too bad Jaycee missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Jaycee... I do hope we get to establish a biking club in the Ateneo. We'd need to get through a lot of red tape before that even happens though. I guess our dream will eventually materialize around 3rd year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to a more promising day tomorrow. Don't let me down Ateneo. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111876058704257419?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111876058704257419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111876058704257419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111876058704257419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111876058704257419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-day-blues.html' title='First Day Blues'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111860020813742476</id><published>2005-06-13T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T02:17:58.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastwood</title><content type='html'>She don't care about my car&lt;br /&gt;She don't care about my money&lt;br /&gt;And that's real good because I don't got alot to spend&lt;br /&gt;But if I did it wouldn't mean nothin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes me for me&lt;br /&gt;Not because I look like Tyson Beckford&lt;br /&gt;With the charm of Robert Redford&lt;br /&gt;Oozing out my ears&lt;br /&gt;But what she sees&lt;br /&gt;Are my faults and indecisions&lt;br /&gt;My insecure conditions&lt;br /&gt;And the tears upon the pillow that I shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She don't care about my big screen&lt;br /&gt;Or my collection of DVD's&lt;br /&gt;Things like that just never mattered much to her&lt;br /&gt;Plus she don't watch to much t.v.&lt;br /&gt;And she don't care that I can fly her&lt;br /&gt;To places she ain't never been&lt;br /&gt;But if she really wants to go&lt;br /&gt;I think deep down she knows that&lt;br /&gt;All she has to say is when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes me for me&lt;br /&gt;Not because I hang with Leonardo&lt;br /&gt;Or that guy who played in "Fargo"&lt;br /&gt;I think his name is Steve&lt;br /&gt;She's the one for me&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't live without her&lt;br /&gt;My arms belong around her&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I found her once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I found her once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I found her once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at the ceiling as we entertain our feelings in the dark&lt;br /&gt;The things that we're afraid of are gonna show us what we're made of in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes me for me&lt;br /&gt;Not because I sing like Pavarotti&lt;br /&gt;Or because I am such a hottie&lt;br /&gt;I like her for her&lt;br /&gt;Not because she's phat like Cindy Crawford&lt;br /&gt;She has got so much to offer&lt;br /&gt;Why does she waste all her time with me&lt;br /&gt;There must be something there that I don't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes me for me&lt;br /&gt;Not because I'm tough like Dirty Harry&lt;br /&gt;Make her laugh just like Jim Carrey&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the Cable Guy&lt;br /&gt;But what she sees&lt;br /&gt;Is that I can't live without her&lt;br /&gt;My arms belong around her&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I found her once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found her once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love this song? It's so perfect. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumi! You drugged me! Lol. That was uberly fun. I wouldn't mind doing that again soon. I just think we need to reduce the amount of alcohol involved next time alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have a chance!!! NYAHAHAHAHAHA You rock!!! I can't believe I saw you yesterday ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you... You suck. I hate you. Oh whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111860020813742476?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111860020813742476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111860020813742476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111860020813742476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111860020813742476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/06/eastwood.html' title='Eastwood'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111842280991400114</id><published>2005-06-11T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T01:00:09.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utterly Confusing</title><content type='html'>Nothing will ever stop me from enjoying my life in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You open doors for her wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;2. You offer to drive her home when she doesn't have a way back to her place.&lt;br /&gt;3. You shield her from the flow of oncoming traffic when crossing the street.&lt;br /&gt;4. You greet her everytime you see her walking your way.&lt;br /&gt;5. You always want what's best for her.&lt;br /&gt;6. You always want to see her smiling, happy and content.&lt;br /&gt;7. You sacrifice time with your friends just to talk on the phone with her.&lt;br /&gt;8. You always think of how she's doing whenever you're apart.&lt;br /&gt;9. You can't seem to stop thinking of her 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;10. Almost everything you see around you, you relate to her.&lt;br /&gt;11. You somehow connect stupid sentimental songs with her name.&lt;br /&gt;12. The very mention of her name makes you jump.&lt;br /&gt;13. You always treasure the times you're together.&lt;br /&gt;14. You keep receipts in your wallet to remind you of those special outings.&lt;br /&gt;15. You constantly stare at her picture for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;16. You can't help but laugh after saying her name.&lt;br /&gt;17. Her name is the most sacred name on earth for you.&lt;br /&gt;18. You keep most of her messages she sends you in some hidden folder in your mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;19. You feel like a million bucks after she smiles at you.&lt;br /&gt;20. You like treating her whenever you can.&lt;br /&gt;21. You always look forward to the time you'll meet again.&lt;br /&gt;22. There's no such thing as "Too much time with her".&lt;br /&gt;23. No matter how far she lives, you do your best to visit her.&lt;br /&gt;24. You always want to be there for her.&lt;br /&gt;25. You become insanely jealous when a guy makes her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;26. You photocopy and re-write your old notes to help her out with school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;27. You always have photos with her or of her in your room or your wallet or your PC.&lt;br /&gt;28. You love taking candid shots of her.&lt;br /&gt;29. Her smile melts your heart and makes all the fucked up things that happened to you during your day go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You keep rambling on and on about her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* #30. speaks for itself. That's why I'm ending it at that for now. All these are just some signs that you ____ someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so cute. Oh man! You're my crush! And you totally rock. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the Waltz sucks. Haha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think of you. It's not like I can totally block you out of my mind. I still care about you. I just wish you'd stop ignoring me and avoiding me. I actually miss you alot... I hate you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a college student of the Ateneo! C2/R2 na toh baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to do something crazy and cool with you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111842280991400114?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111842280991400114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111842280991400114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111842280991400114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111842280991400114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/06/utterly-confusing.html' title='Utterly Confusing'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111824426777897580</id><published>2005-06-09T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:26:05.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Regrets</title><content type='html'>I don't want to take back anything I said earlier. I meant what I said. No bullshit included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as pissed now. In fact, I'm not brooding over it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is time I guess. I don't know. I tinge of disappointment is still stinging me... but what the hell right? I have a loooong time to decide on a lot of issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORSEM night tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111824426777897580?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111824426777897580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111824426777897580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111824426777897580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111824426777897580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-regrets.html' title='No Regrets'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111824387087088453</id><published>2005-06-09T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:17:50.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORSEM</title><content type='html'>I love ORSEM. Well not all of it... I could do without all of the heat and humidity. I fucking hate it when we have to MOBE. That's stands for Mobilize as in to start moving. Can't we walk? I know I sound selfish saying this, but we could do without all the screaming and sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is meant to be enjoyed not rushed. Give us a chance to appreciate the surroundings of our new school. I wish too that they could have made the ORSEM a bit more personalised. As in, not cram everyone, as in all 2023 students into one venue. The ventilation really bites in that place. We could have had the ORSEM in different venues. I mean, each course could have had it's own classroom. I know we're doing that already, it's just that, I believe we could have made more progress by having a classroom each per block. Tsss it's not much to ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, Ateneo doesn't want its precious halls and rooms to be dirtied up by some rowdy uncouth freshmen. Newbies don't deserve first class treatment so to say. Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything else is fun. ;) I really love my block! C2 rocks! Sponsor kami! woohoo hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in my block rocks. To name a few... we have Dino, Jiza, Billy, Migo, Erica or is it Erika with a "K"(?), Frannie-Poppins ;) , Earl, Bojo, Hans, Pia, Ivan, Danix, Isabel, Nico and the list goes on. I'm going to love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I won't chicken out of a dare that you come up with. I look forward to the next crazy stunt I'll be doing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love red, blue and black too! haha I guess I'll like pink as well. You're yellow tomorrow! You suck! :P hahaha Ay surreee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111824387087088453?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111824387087088453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111824387087088453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111824387087088453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111824387087088453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/06/orsem.html' title='ORSEM'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111824241467585437</id><published>2005-06-09T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:53:34.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURN YOUR BACK ON ME...FINE</title><content type='html'>Today, I actually felt really pissed. My day was going really well until that happened. What's up with you anyway??? IS it just me or are you ashamed of me? It's really really turning me off. I try to do something good and that's how you react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine then... Is that how it's going to be? I mean damn... Don't give me such a hard time. I've been through so much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all the pretense would just disappear. You're just too good for anyone aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take all the flack you've been giving out...but I can only take so much. Let me ask you again. I wish you could answer me honestly and whole-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ashamed of me?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine then. Turn away. Avoid me like the plague. Don't talk to me. It's all one way so far. And I don't feel anything from you. I haven't felt anything REAL so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING! NOTHING FUCKING REAL THAT'D BE NICE TO HOLD ON TO DURING TIMES LIKE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... I hate saying all of this. IT FUCKING HURTS FOR EVEN ME TO ADMIT THAT THIS IS EVEN HAPPENING. I wish I didn't have to believe all this horse-shit I'm writing. I wish I wasn't so goddamn nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, it's all so clear now. Well I don't know really but I think I see something really pathetic in the near future. I wish I could shut up about all of this... Coz... in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me who gets hurt not you. I want to stop feeling this way but, you see, I just can't do that. I've never felt this way about anyone else. I'm in so deep... it's almost IMPOSSIBLE to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot forget... I refuse to regret... I'm so glad I met you... You take my breath away... You have this talent that makes everyday worth all of the pain that I have gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is... (sarcastic sadistic laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I know that's impossible. And I know it's never going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I think I know what the outcome of this would be. I guess I'm just so stuck on you...&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/7040083-111824241467585437?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111824241467585437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111824241467585437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111824241467585437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111824241467585437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/06/turn-your-back-on-mefine.html' title='TURN YOUR BACK ON ME...FINE'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111777585792106977</id><published>2005-06-04T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:20:44.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>Please define the perfect day for me? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May 30 was an absolute blast!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That still is true. But I'd say the perfect day for me happened 3 days ago...May 31/June 1... Why? Here I go... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just keep on getting better and better. Imagine that! I was so ecstatic when I found out that I could get to see her again!!! I wasn't expecting her to actually push through with watching the dance competition since the previous day, no one was sure about going. Once again, I was taken by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked her up at around 3:30pm in Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She looked so good... Oh man... She wore denims and this light skyblue jacket over a white top. Her white rubber shoes complemented her entire get-up. I just love the way she looked with her hair in a ponytail. ) *drool*... Anyways ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed to Megamall coz the affair was due 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the little "disagreements" we had in the car. I'll leave it at that. Too many details and I might get carried away haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, we watched the show and I dropped her home. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Once again, I wished she didn't have to head home so early...Alas, Tita started calling.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove real slow on the way to Makati... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish this never ends..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey... I can't believe May is ending already. This summer was way too short... Imagine that. Tomorrow's already June 1." (I sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I know. I totally agree with you. Everything's happening so fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please tell me it isn't June 1 tomorrow! I beg you..." ( I whine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no reply to this*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Later that night~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besty: Oops. Sorry about that man. I just have to answer this text that got in. It'll only take awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure. Take your time. Yihee! Sino yan? Ayyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besty: Oh you know who it is. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's so sweet. Yuck! Kilig ako para sayo. Heh! Bilisan mo nga! We're still bonding here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besty: Okay okay! There, I'm done. Anyways, about that... (gets cut by my phone vibrating on the tabletop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Buzz*Buzz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinking aloud) Who the hell could this be? What time is it? It's exactly 12 midnight so who the hell could be texting??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besty: C'mon already and check it out you f-ing weirdo! Read it and find out who texted rather than waste your brain cells wondering who it could be! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine! Haha, gimme a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OPENING MESSAGE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (reading...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute passes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh my... Oh man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahoo!!! I felt like jumping off my besty's roofdeck!!! Hahaha I felt like a million bucks that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotable Quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today is the 1st of JUNE. Haha (smiley)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ *Sooo kilig at this point* :] * ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That text makes my entire June rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again, why do you say the most adorable things at the worst times? When i mean the worst times, I mean the times it'll really stick in my head. You have such great timing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The perfect day for me was spending my last day of May with you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just realized you're the first who greeted me this month... haha you're so amazing... *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love your timing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111777585792106977?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111777585792106977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111777585792106977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111777585792106977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111777585792106977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/06/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111746885373558907</id><published>2005-05-31T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:00:53.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loaded Chocolate a.k.a. "The Choco-Sleeper"</title><content type='html'>I have a few new words that I'd like to take note of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B****** (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;Boys/Voice (?)&lt;br /&gt;Mouth/Mouse (?)&lt;br /&gt;Eagle/E-gel (?)&lt;br /&gt;Slep/ Sleep (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That piece of chocolate was the best, I swear! I knew there was some catch to eating it coz Tita kept looking at me while i was chewing. Sneaky haha She waited for me to get "Wha-packed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that today was an absolute blast. I got to see her again! And I might get to see her again tomorrow. It's a definite maybe so I won't pin my hopes on it. I'm already content with what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez! I could rant and rave about you all night. From what you wore, to what you did, to the things you said, to the jokes you cracked, to the way you "ate", to the way you smiled... I could go on and on. You've given me so many great memories. Everything about you is just so amazing. The little things especially...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotable Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I know there's such a thing called lotion" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?? You don't have the right to stop me from smiling at you." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Taray mode with the raised eyebrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay I won't stop you." (I laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( *kilig ;]* )&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you say the most adorable things at the worst times? When i mean the worst times, I mean the times it'll really stick in my head. You have such great timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stress me out. I love it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me some more. *sigh* haha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEeeyuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the theory of covering your eyes while crossing the street seems to be so appealing to you. I mean, surely, they'll stop for you right? In an ideal world, they should stop. If I was the driver and if I saw you crossing that way, I'd definitely come to a full halt. But since we live in the harsh reality of the Philippines wherein mad drivers from hell are set loose to prey on innocent people like us (you), I'd like to make sure you cross the street safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather get smashed, mangled and side-swiped by some car/truck than see you get hit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;held&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you back. :) hayyy I can still imagine it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna wait in vain...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find a way to get myself back home to you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111746885373558907?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111746885373558907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111746885373558907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111746885373558907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111746885373558907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/05/loaded-chocolate-aka-choco-sleeper.html' title='Loaded Chocolate a.k.a. &quot;The Choco-Sleeper&quot;'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111716850366295612</id><published>2005-05-28T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T12:40:50.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a schmuck, a HAPPY SCHMUCK! ;P</title><content type='html'>Hearing your voice again made me feel so... (*sigh :] *)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's with me? Hahaha Oh, what was that again? You sounded so adorable saying it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the very first time I laid my eyes on you, girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart said follow through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know now that I'm way down on your line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the waiting feeling's fine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... ... ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya see, in life I know there's lots of grief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But your love is my relief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears in my eyes burn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears in my eyes burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I'm waiting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I'm waiting for my turn...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got a real decent haircut. Goodbye Paul Phoenix :( Haha, but it's all good. I have to maintain this cleancut look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so sentimental these days?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaycee's landing in less than 2 hours baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is my word of the week. Oh Monday! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111716850366295612?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111716850366295612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111716850366295612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111716850366295612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111716850366295612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-schmuck-happy-schmuck-p.html' title='I&apos;m a schmuck, a HAPPY SCHMUCK! ;P'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111695196486208495</id><published>2005-05-25T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T00:28:59.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>Hesitation is the only thing that can destroy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been very enjoyable. I just love MK outings. The laughter, sentimental moments, jokes, taunts and bonding sessions make almost every outing with them memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how far you guys are from Katipunan. I'd do anything to be with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gig of MYMP at 19 East Paranaque last night was surprisingly entertaining. And to think I hated that band. I'm glad I was open to the idea of watching them. I wouldn't have watched if the others weren't going. Juris and Chin were haha, cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the guy again? Chin? Or is it Juris? Ahh whatever... Hehe Would you believe I even took videos of them? I love their rendition of Waiting in Vain which was originally by Bob Marley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I really quiet? Sorry guys. I guess I suddenly got sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEeeyuck! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I think I'll call you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I get tongue-tied over the phone with you. I can't explain it but when I'm with you, I feel so comfortable and so at home talking to you. Pero when we're on the phone and i can't see you, I feel so vulnerable. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look oh so pretty in your yearbook photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to my HOT friend and kabarkada whom I've been talking to a lot on the phone these past few days: I love talking to you!!! Hahahaha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nah, hot ka na. My ear's still ringing from that last stunt you pulled ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who still don't know, I already have a webshots account. Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Jaycee Uybaretta!!! Come home already!!! See you this Friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumi! Cappucino Mcflurry?? See you!! Rawr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly... &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;SONIC BLUE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Eaze out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111695196486208495?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111695196486208495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111695196486208495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111695196486208495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111695196486208495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/05/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111609489472340276</id><published>2005-05-15T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T02:21:37.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That someday it would lead me back to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That someday it would lead me back to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That may be all I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In darkness she is all I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come and rest your bones with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Driving slow on Sunday morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I never want to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing someday it'll bring me back to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find a way to bring myself back home to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this song, especially it's lyrics. I just chose the lines that really matter to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111609489472340276?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111609489472340276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111609489472340276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111609489472340276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111609489472340276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/05/clouds-are-shrouding-us-in-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111609448121114491</id><published>2005-05-15T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T02:14:41.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>This has been the best sunday morning of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I counted 40 days... amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 40 days I was "alone"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 40 days I spent worrying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 40 days I spent missing you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 40 days I spent praying and hoping and wishing for something good or something short of a miracle to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 40 days without you... were the hardest days of my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather endure the worst of physical hardships rather than go through something as emotional as this... but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you are so worth it. Oh my God... You are so worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;happy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111609448121114491?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111609448121114491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111609448121114491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111609448121114491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111609448121114491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111553688177070644</id><published>2005-05-09T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T15:52:50.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Escapade</title><content type='html'>I remember a friend who was in a painful state of waiting a few days back. Those days without her killed him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they're together again. :) Just looking at them talking yesterday made me feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys deserve each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Jiza. We missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures below!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111553688177070644?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111553688177070644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111553688177070644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111553688177070644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111553688177070644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/05/escapade.html' title='The Escapade'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111553837839656653</id><published>2005-05-08T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T15:46:18.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/Jizeee.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/Jizeee.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiza here with "the work of art" (ang feeling! hahaha kidding ;) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111553837839656653?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111553837839656653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111553837839656653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111553837839656653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111553837839656653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/05/jiza-here-with-work-of-art-ang-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111553832813105240</id><published>2005-05-08T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T15:45:28.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/Dino%20and%20Eaze.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/Dino%20and%20Eaze.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken in my Trooper outside Jize's house yesterday for the "surprise" :D This is the "gay" shot of me and Dino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111553832813105240?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111553832813105240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111553832813105240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111553832813105240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111553832813105240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-was-taken-in-my-trooper-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111553824000076794</id><published>2005-05-08T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T15:44:00.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/Starbucks%20experience.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/Starbucks%20experience.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jiza's drink, Dino's drink, My drink, Jiza's phone, Dino's phone, My phone, Jiza's wallet, Dino's wallet and finally my wallet. Oh, and those are my Paul Phoenix shades. rawr. I love posting pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111553824000076794?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111553824000076794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111553824000076794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111553824000076794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111553824000076794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/05/heres-jizas-drink-dinos-drink-my-drink.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111553804795161185</id><published>2005-05-08T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T15:40:47.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/together%20again%20awww.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/together%20again%20awww.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danilo V. Alcoseba and Jiza Mari S. Jimenez in Starbucks PARANAQUE (God ang layo...) hahaha rawr... Malamang wala ako sa picture coz I'm the one taking it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111553804795161185?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111553804795161185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111553804795161185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111553804795161185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111553804795161185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/05/danilo-v.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111410405054347875</id><published>2005-04-22T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T10:25:39.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Deep... Something Done... Something Still Happening...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drive through C-5, I keep glancing your way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look out the window silently with nothing more to say. I make up some weird story just to keep your attention on me and not on the outside view whizzing past you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I ask you this question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You slowly think awhile and laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This soft laugh fills me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tone of your voice echoing throughout the car keeps me calm... I love hearing you try to answer my question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You briefly look at me and smile... I glance from my side of the car to where you're at and I return this sweet gesture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you I could have driven unto forever... Anything seemed possible with you there... smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What thoughts hound you tonight? What's keeping me from getting close to you? I wish I knew what it was all about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you really there that night? You seemed to be consumed by something else... Even before the event started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seemed to be contemplating something so deep... Was it bad timing? Maybe I was a victim of circumstance... I wish "they" picked a better time to unleash their frustrations on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish "she" picked a better time to do that... I wish "she" wasn't so hard on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked so good... You still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... so much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111410405054347875?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111410405054347875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111410405054347875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111410405054347875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111410405054347875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/something-deep-something-done.html' title='Something Deep... Something Done... Something Still Happening...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111397849883689126</id><published>2005-04-21T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T14:28:18.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groove Me</title><content type='html'>I finally downloaded this song by South Border, and it sure brings back the good old days of RnB. I prefer the sound of the old members of this group coz they captured the true sound of RnB unlike the new South Border. They're now too "with the flow". Damn copycats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... speaking of copycats. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with "Okaii"? and "Heaheaheahe"? and "Shem"? and even "Rawr"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hit me... Why do i even use these words? Haha, I guess it just reminds me of my friends' personalities so much, i guess i assimilate them. I think i do this so i can somehow feel closer to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing theory hahaha. Damn! There I go again! Amazing, yet another word I've taken in for my own use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday, i was able to dig up my dad's super duper old Aviator lenses. Those extra large Ray-Bans hahaha. Yeah, those. I feel so 80's now. And it looks brand-spankin' NEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat your heart out Paul Phoenix! I've got shades like you too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...I got a haircut yesterday... Luckily they didn't remove my sideburns or goatee or else i would've murdered them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogging with this new Mp3 player rocks... I'm going jogging again later. Another 10 laps anyone? hahaha, I will reach my goal by the end of this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will become a sexy bastard!!! Yeah baby yeah!!! (in an Austin Powers accent :P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaze out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111397849883689126?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111397849883689126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111397849883689126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111397849883689126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111397849883689126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/groove-me.html' title='Groove Me'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111376602379163488</id><published>2005-04-18T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T03:27:03.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss That Salad...</title><content type='html'>You know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't eazy missing someone. Especially if you miss them terribly. Have you ever been driven to the brink of madness? Everyday, I try my damn best not to think of this person. But despite my attempts at trying not to, I always end up doing so in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conspiracy theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you miss someone so much, the world conspires against you. The CRUEL world taunts you by letting you recall the best memories with that person. The goal of the world is to drive you utterly insane with all of these times it gives you to reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is insanity? It is missing someone...           (con't next few entries...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness. Where is it?... I can't seem to find it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for you. Tell you what, if they don't call you, I'll burn them down with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new MP3 player rocks totally! So much for that I-shuffle hahaha&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/7040083-111376602379163488?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111376602379163488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111376602379163488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111376602379163488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111376602379163488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-miss-that-salad.html' title='I Miss That Salad...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111326116189926085</id><published>2005-04-12T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T07:12:41.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams for the Summer (Goals Actually)</title><content type='html'>Here's my short list of Dreams that I'd like to accomplish and reach by the time summer ends. Kaya naman eh. I just have to put my mind to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bench Press 230 lbs. Dead-lift 320 lbs. Leg-press 480 lbs. by the end of the summer. Kaya toh ;) I've come close actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Become the best bass player i can be like someone I personally know like Nino Avenido. Hahaha...(Keep practicing EZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bike at least an hour a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ASSIMILATE THE LOOK AND BODY OF PAUL PHOENIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The last one's kinda personal...it concerns someone really really really extra special. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure i can do the first 4. The 5th one will be pretty hard. The last one will take me a while. Years to be precise. I'm pretty serious about the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on my "almost impossible dream list"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for that Nicole. Peace out too. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaze signing off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111326116189926085?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111326116189926085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111326116189926085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111326116189926085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111326116189926085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/dreams-for-summer-goals-actually.html' title='Dreams for the Summer (Goals Actually)'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111326161955376970</id><published>2005-04-12T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T07:20:19.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/paul.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/paul.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL PHOENIX!!! RAWRRR!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111326161955376970?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111326161955376970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111326161955376970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111326161955376970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111326161955376970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/paul-phoenix-rawrrr-d.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111326145618458943</id><published>2005-04-12T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T07:17:36.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/paul_phoenix.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/paul_phoenix.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I am so down with this guy. I totally idolize him. He rocks!!! I will be Paul Phoenix!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111326145618458943?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111326145618458943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111326145618458943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111326145618458943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111326145618458943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/hahaha-i-am-so-down-with-this-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111307288589802538</id><published>2005-04-10T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T02:54:45.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/SANY0004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/SANY0004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third largest bruise i got. Owww... It's on my left leg. whoopee... Anyways, everything else you see is just part of my ermmm fight? rawr...I just love martial arts :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111307288589802538?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111307288589802538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111307288589802538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111307288589802538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111307288589802538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-third-largest-bruise-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111307268496130463</id><published>2005-04-10T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T02:51:24.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/SANY0002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/SANY0002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's the biggest bruise I got. It occupies 1/3 of my entire upper thigh... gruesome right? :D hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111307268496130463?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111307268496130463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111307268496130463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111307268496130463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111307268496130463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-ones-biggest-bruise-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111307251104499025</id><published>2005-04-10T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T02:48:31.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/SANY0001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/SANY0001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:53 a.m. (yawn)... Anyways, this "thing" occupies my entire left deltoid... It looks pretty cool actually. "I am mortal after all" hahaha ;) owww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111307251104499025?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111307251104499025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111307251104499025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111307251104499025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111307251104499025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-253.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111272095243972834</id><published>2005-04-06T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T01:20:23.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Chasing Ashes?</title><content type='html'>You know... I just realized... I owe you an apology. Wait, I don't. Or do I? Ahh whatever... I just want to say that what I have now is enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s just so much sky out there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I wished on a star that's just too damn far and too damn bright... and too damn beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... I'm willing to give you everything and anything just to keep you happy... I’d give up so much for you. And if this is how it's going to be then so be it. I'm happy with the way it is now. Maybe I need to see the deeper meaning in all of this... I think I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just be here. I'll always be here... for you. I'd rather be part of your life then not be in it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess being jealous and envious got the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being so unrealistic about all of this. How can I deprive you of everyone else’s attention and love? I’m not the only one in this world who adores you. That much I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see it's like this... when I was going through rough times and my life seemed bleak and nothing short of a horror story, you showed up. In fact, I didn’t take note of you at first. You slipped my grasp. How could I not notice someone as radiant and as wonderful as you from the start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s over now. I can’t change the past. I’m thankful for everything that you’ve given me. I look forward to making more memories with you. I just love everything about you. By now, I think you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note to self (Never assume. Assumptions can kill you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words fail me tonight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I could write all of this in a better way. I could choose the right words carefully and come up with something that actually is significant. Well, I’m sure this counts since all of what I’m typing comes from deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never be more honest with anyone else you know. It has always been about you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring out the best in me. You rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to life! Back to normal! Back to being the way it was and the way it should be. Eaze signing off…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111272095243972834?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111272095243972834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111272095243972834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111272095243972834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111272095243972834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/am-i-chasing-ashes.html' title='Am I Chasing Ashes?'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111271870753230055</id><published>2005-04-06T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:31:47.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyride?</title><content type='html'>I have come to look on the brighter side of life now. It's amazing how one's laughter can easily cure your "bad" day. My deepest thanks to you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the usual sleepy day. I woke up late. I later decided to hang out with Sabs since she YM-ed me that she wasn't doing much. We had Mcdonald's Double Cheeseburgers and fries in Ateneo. We hung out and swapped stories while feeding this pesky cat some fries near the Soccer Field in the high school until dusk which was pretty cool. We shared some insights on certain issues ;) It seems I'm not alone with my twisted perversions. Kidding. Lol. Amazing niece i have back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. If you do that powerslide again, I shall "keel" you! But, overall, that impressed me. First time driver, girl pa, to do that... Hands down ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I pulled the handbrake...hmmm...? Hahaha next time we'll do better.&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/7040083-111271870753230055?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111271870753230055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111271870753230055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111271870753230055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111271870753230055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/joyride.html' title='Joyride?'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111264178873309242</id><published>2005-04-05T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T03:09:48.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't fucking sleep. What the fuck is that?... I am so tired of all of this crap. I think I'll run off now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't need this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's 3:07am and I think I will take a nice bike ride around the neighborhood or Ateneo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need to lose myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wish I could just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No one would notice anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuck this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111264178873309242?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111264178873309242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111264178873309242' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111264178873309242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111264178873309242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-crazy.html' title='This Is Crazy'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111262939456430657</id><published>2005-04-05T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:44:51.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know...</title><content type='html'>Should I clean my room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go to the gym?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I update my computer files?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, this all looks so promising. I have so much time on my hands i have nothing better to do but put off things and procrastinate. Whoops that's the same thing. Damn. Anyways, I biked around Ateneo a while ago. I cleaned my trusty bike this evening. It's been ages since I've taken a ride on it. It felt good polishing it's body again. I tuned it up with WD-40 haha. I love that can of wonder oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, biking around in Ateneo kanina made me think about lots of things. I remembered so many significant school events like the Grad Ball, our graduation, our Grade School graduation, my first holy communion, my confirmation, my ACET, my Prom (oops that doesn't count), my NCOCC training, endless Days With The Lord outings and my tiring gym sessions in Moro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everything happening so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...What now E.Z.?&lt;br /&gt;...I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111262939456430657?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111262939456430657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111262939456430657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111262939456430657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111262939456430657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-dont-know.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111262978213925342</id><published>2005-04-04T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:49:42.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/SANY0003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/SANY0003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I get this to be my profile picture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111262978213925342?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111262978213925342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111262978213925342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111262978213925342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111262978213925342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-do-i-get-this-to-be-my-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111245492837809764</id><published>2005-04-03T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:32:30.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is my second post for today. The other one is after this. Keep scrolling down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know a girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She puts the color inside of my world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And she's just like a maze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where all of the walls all continually change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And I've done all I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;To stand on the steps with my heart in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's got nothing to do with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bit our lips.&lt;br /&gt;She looked out the window&lt;br /&gt;Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper&lt;br /&gt;I played a quick game of chess with the salt and pepper shaker.&lt;br /&gt;And I could see clearly&lt;br /&gt;An indelible line was drawn&lt;br /&gt;Between what was good, what just&lt;br /&gt;Slipped out and what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, the way she feels about me has changed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for playing, try again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’m never speaking up again.&lt;br /&gt;Starting now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is it my fault? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So maybe I try too hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it’s all because of this desire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanna be liked, I just wanna be funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looks like the joke's on me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So call me captain backfire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m never speaking up again it only hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d rather be a mystery than she desert me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111245492837809764?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111245492837809764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111245492837809764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111245492837809764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111245492837809764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/pieces-of-me.html' title='Pieces of Me'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111245378439975785</id><published>2005-04-03T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:33:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days</title><content type='html'>Today I just spent a few hours with Dino. I had to shimmy off to his place so we could head to the bank and his cousin’s pad. We seemed fine…I think. But I could tell we weren’t too hot about the past few days and the upcoming week. I think we both miss MK. It’s funny how we share this sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes us miss MK so much? There’s something about this barkada that makes us yearn for their company, attention, friendship etc. and I could go on and on. I’ve never been this attached to a group of people. Correction, Dino and I have never felt so attached to a group of wonderful people. (Actually attached narin ako sa kanya eh haha lol. BADING PARE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hit me. I’ve finally found so many reasons to hate and love summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is the time us weary students can relax and totally chill from the hectic life of academics. We can finally enjoy staying out late without worrying about how to wake up and survive the monotonous classroom sessions school has to offer the next day. Going out of town and flying abroad are grand ideas too. Spending quality time with friends are a definite thumbs up for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of the perfect summer is so appealing it’s crazy. Now there’s a word. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect summer seems to be withering away for me. Here are some quirks in this summer hullabaloo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that summer can also mean boring days with nothing, absolutely nothing, to do. We’re so free, it can kill us. If you have friends who live near you, well my comrade, kudos to you. You’re really screwed if you live all the way in God knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you’re done watching all the TV programs on the boob tube and your ref’s empty, what do you do? Your air conditioner conks out. Now what? No cash? Amazing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, summer is F-ing sneaky! Oh the way it disguises itself as something so fabulous, so relaxing, so beautiful…only to find out later that all these notions and perceptions are full of horse shit. Pardon my language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m just so down now. Maybe that’s why I feel like this. I don’t get it. I need company. I need someone to talk to. Or maybe I just need to preoccupy myself by training in the gym and forgetting incidents worth forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the lyrics of John Mayer. He is totally profound. His lyrics really hit me. I’m guessing his songs are the only ones now that can totally explain my frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have here some verses and lines I’d like to quote from his albums. Wait let that be for my next post. Eaze signing off…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111245378439975785?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111245378439975785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111245378439975785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111245378439975785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111245378439975785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/04/summer-days.html' title='Summer Days'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111181072404274644</id><published>2005-03-27T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T12:18:44.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Saturday Blues</title><content type='html'>I am in desperate need of someone I can talk to… These past few days of keeping to myself are the weirdest moments in my life. For your information, I do think that blogging at this unholy hour is definitely hazardous to my health. Would you believe it’s 4:31 in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great I just heard the cock crow… So much for another early start! Hay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I in such a contemplative mood? On the ride to Chinatown before dinner, I was immersed in deep thought. My mortality disturbed me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove my mom’s car, I looked at the winding road zooming by my window. The Coastal highway near Roxas Boulevard definitely stirred some of my morbid perceptions of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to die someday so…I still don’t get it. Why do I keep on living my life? What’s after death? These questions wracked my very being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sense of being present in the lives of others somehow caught my fancy during that same moment. Why do I love being around my friends? Perhaps my being with them lets me lose my sense of time. I guess the carefree moments with my close buddies help me cope with the effect of the unstoppable flow of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Nicole kept teasing me a hundred times before…, “Oldie! EZ, You are such an oldie!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age… Being 18 turning 19 in a few months just made me realize a lot of things. Time has this ultimately sly way of slipping your grasp. The last time I really thought about it, I was still in 1st year high school. What happened during those years between 1st year and 4th year? Why has everything gone by so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fast-paced life sickens me… I wish I could take things slow again. As much as I’d like to grow up, I’d hate to leave my carefree days as a high school bum/slacker/innocent teenager of the world. College… It doesn’t seem as inviting as it used to be a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I rushed into things too much during the past 2 years of my life. Am I a sucker for instant gratification? Want, Want, Want, Now, Now, Now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always longed for material wealth. Not that I’m underprivileged or anything but I guess I’ve always had this desire to want more of whatever I can get my hands on in life. More money, more clothes, more food, more gadgets, more friends, more achievements…and the list goes on….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that, Sabs just went online and she invited me to a Katipunero sunrise escapade. It’s now 4:47am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Escapade etc etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was really exhilarating being with almost all of the Katipunan barkada again. I picked up E.J., Sabs and Merc. We went to Ateneo to watch the sunrise…Ngerk…too bad today was too cloudy for us to see anything let alone a glimpse of the rising sun. We had breakfast in Pancake House. We finally met up with Issa, Dav and his friend Samako(?). Basta his name started with an M. Hehe Sorry about that man. We played Bullshit and 1-2-3 Pass to while the time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note I haven’t had an ounce of sleep since yesterday…My God! I am going insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Merc’s to finish the last game…We were so red afterwards… J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sabs for saving me. (Thanks to all the others too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anyways…I’m here again…I want to sleep…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m sooo bored na…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, for my next blog entry, I’ll be writing about the AC grad Ball and MK. (My new extra super duper fun barkada. Oh I love ‘em.) I just might post a few pictures. J I’m outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaze signing off…( I apologize for the sudden mood swing starting from the Escapade episode. That part was totally written like 7 hours after my gloomy disposition.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-111181072404274644?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111181072404274644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111181072404274644' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111181072404274644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111181072404274644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/03/black-saturday-blues.html' title='Black Saturday Blues'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040083.post-111111418426030961</id><published>2005-03-19T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T10:49:44.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Rose ;)</title><content type='html'>How do you define the perfect night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, March 12, 2005 was a night I'd definitely remember. I lived for that night. In fact, the only thing keeping me sane for the last part of the school year was the ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me correct myself. The only thing keeping me from insanity for the last part of the school year was her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her in that dress when i picked her up just left me speechless. I was literally stunned and paralyzed. And the way she carried herself the whole night... Amazing... What more could i ask for? She was the perfect date for the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a smile be so powerful...? Everytime I think about it, her smile gives me this high, this adrenaline rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the way she smiled that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I wrote this poem a long time ago while daydreaming in the classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I always found it difficult not being able to find out why i wrote it but i guess i have the best reason to share this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Smile of Yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have been watching you for quite some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is something about you that draws me to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I always seem to let my eyes wander to where you're at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do I admire that smile of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You have this certain way of smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like it because of the way it slowly curls your lips up and reveals those dimples in your cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your smile flushes your pale white face red with life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your smile hides a mischievous side of your entire persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Though I'm tempted to do something about what I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...simply because I'm content watching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carefully observing each of your emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even though I don't know you too well, your smile never ceases to brighten up my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's funny that I always look for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Desire it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your smile tells me everything about you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...well almost everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will I ever earn the right to make you smile?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So now I just stay in the shadows and admire your smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I let it excite me, mystify me and enchant me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to think that one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...my smile would bring out the best smile in you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~Eaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"A perfect night... is a night under the stars... with her... "&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/7040083-111111418426030961?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111111418426030961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111111418426030961' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111111418426030961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111111418426030961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/03/blue-rose.html' title='The Blue Rose ;)'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-111038679115711278</id><published>2005-03-10T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T00:52:58.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days To Go...Ay...Mali...2 Days Nalang Pala</title><content type='html'>A week of summer CAdT has passed... And I'm still the same frustrated Sergeant Major I was during the school year. I actually feel pretty bad for the guys who are taking this make-up course now. Nakaka-asar siguro para sa kanila noh? Well, actually, ako rin eh. I'm so f-ing tired from all the shouting and push-ups and blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo-Wo-Wo-Nan-Wo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day in, day out, that's the crap I hear nalang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor schmucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to release you all from this weird earthly bondage called CAT. haha. If i could lang guys, I'd get all of you outta there! Especially my classmates: Dino, Peter, Paolo, Dan-J, Amos, Mikko, Samboy, Meds, Zerge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't enjoy having to order you guys around. Pero that's the way it should be eh. Or else I get the boot from the school hahaha. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry coz I'm doing my damn best to keep the CAdT Summer Prgoram as fun as possible. I'm sure you know that I'm doing my best to keep you guys sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep all of us sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep mself sane actually rawr... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll save your asses. We'll have rip-roaring fun!!! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm now off to the main point of my blogging for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 2 days before my grad ball. Darn it! Why does time fly by so fast?!? I'm pretty excited, I sure damn am! But I'm also pretty darn nervous as well. I mean, wow, I know I have the whole night with her and my friends pero... 6 hours is a lot of time... hahahaha a whole DAMN lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see...If I budget my time wisely...ermm I can stare at her for the first 2 hours then talk for an hour then stare again for another 2 hours then...pshhh what the hell am i blabbering about!!?? I know she'll look great. Heck, she'll look really hot! Beautiful! Shem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were all understatements...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from falling head-over-heels **toot** with her that night...EWAN!!! That's the thing! I've worked so damn hard for this and now that the time comes to enjoy my time with her...I'm freezing...just like a damn cat in the headlights of a car that's about to be run over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll enjoy that night. I'm sure I will. Everything will be fine. She'll enjoy it too I hope (or I'll kill myself). No pressure tsss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am i kidding?... (No pressure...lul...) Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't want the world, I want you..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Jamiroquai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Foolosophy&lt;/strong&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/7040083-111038679115711278?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/111038679115711278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=111038679115711278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111038679115711278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/111038679115711278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/03/3-days-to-goaymali2-days-nalang-pala.html' title='3 Days To Go...Ay...Mali...2 Days Nalang Pala'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-110930384939240568</id><published>2005-02-26T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:58:59.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is All So Unbelievable ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am walking on air! I am tickled pink! I feel so so so so blithe!!! I'm in high spirits!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augh... Basta, I'm really really &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, words fail to describe this intense feeling that has been flowing through my veins since the other night's event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys!!! Thanks for all your prayers!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU GOD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 23, 2005, 7:08pm to 8:34pm will be etched into my memory forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first time i ever did something like that... And for me to live through it... And for me to even get the "YES"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable!!! Woohoo!!! In fact, as soon as i got out of her house and into my car, I screamed and shouted like a madman!!! Hahaha This is all so amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... all of the worrying was worth it. My inability to study that whole afternoon was worth it. My staying up the entire night to catch up studying for my final exams was worth it. Everything was worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's worth it... ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I knew she was... and will always be... worth it... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I can't believe i did it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-110930384939240568?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/110930384939240568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=110930384939240568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110930384939240568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110930384939240568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-all-so-unbelievable.html' title='This Is All So Unbelievable ;)'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-110914456914918020</id><published>2005-02-24T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:42:49.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Part...</title><content type='html'>I am now waiting... and waiting... and waiting... and waiting... Augh... The suspense is killing me...&lt;br /&gt;It's now 3:35 pm and my whole body feels like jell-O. I feel boneless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to...? Nevermind... I know i can do this... no sweat... pshh&lt;br /&gt;tsss kaya toh... I'm just overreacting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell am I kidding??!?! I'm scared as hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are cold, shaking and damp from the anticipation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have exams tomorrow! I cannot concentrate!!! WooHoo!! Haahahaha I think I'm going insane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is it! Pray for ME once MORE!!!... Adios people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-110914456914918020?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/110914456914918020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=110914456914918020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110914456914918020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110914456914918020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/02/worst-part.html' title='The Worst Part...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-110883561326176943</id><published>2005-02-20T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T01:53:33.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth</title><content type='html'>What is "worth"? Why do we do foolish things that put our life at risk? When i mean risk, it ranges from the most serious of circumstances to the most infinitesimal of consequences. Why do we do things only to get a brief moment of bliss? What drives us to do these? Is everything we actually do, worth it? Once again, "What is worth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight was worth it. I was once again able to see her, talk to her, make her laugh a bit... and the list goes on. Now... How the hell am i going to do this? I was supposed to see her Monday night...but now it seems that i have to see her during Wednesday night? Wow... Hearing that from her a while ago threw me off course... I didn't see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Thursday and next Monday are my exams... This is all so...perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to prioritize.", is what my mind kept on telling me to do. I have to choose. I can't have my cake and eat it too. It's funny coz here i go again. The question hits me, "Is she worth it?" Is my time away from my books for my exams worth going to her place? Is my effort trying to win someone's approval worth those few precious hours? What is worth? Why do i have to be in this situation? I can't have everything... Now here's the funny part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is worth it. She is worth my time away from my books. She is worth my effort and those few precious hours.&lt;/strong&gt; If I want something real bad, i have to work for it, right? I have to earn it, right? I guess this is the way. Here are the facts though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even 20% sure of winning that approval. I won her the first time, but will I win her the second time around? I wait and see... In fact &lt;strong&gt;I pray&lt;/strong&gt;, I wait and I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is worth? If worst comes to worst, I'm prepared for it. The dissapproval I might get won't change anything. Nothing will change between me and her. I'll still like her. It's all so ironic I tell you especially now that I'm smiling despite my grim predicament. I'm hoping for the best. Pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to say that God really watches over us. Right Dino? I'm glad everything's somehow fine now with you and your dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was worth it. Tonight was worth seeing my friends. Tonight was worth hearing them laugh, talk, seeing them eat, smile... I think I'm starting to get sentimental. Hahahaha. Thank you God for everything, good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing...this morning I found out how stressed I was. I was thinking about something...something serious...then my head started throbbing like hell. I felt something warm gushing from my nose... I thought i was having allergies so my nose was runny. Nope. My nose was bleeding. Wow... Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you should be proud of yourself. You're the only girl I know who made my nose bleed from too much thinking. Weird, strange, freaky...but cool all the same. Haha, you're worth it. I know you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me if I'm wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-110883561326176943?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/110883561326176943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=110883561326176943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110883561326176943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110883561326176943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/02/worth.html' title='Worth'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-110864342860300197</id><published>2005-02-18T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T20:30:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of The Day</title><content type='html'>There are so many things that have been happening to me that i should be thankful for. The past few days i guess have been the best days of my life so far. There are so many people I'd like to thank for making my week a memorable one. ;) You know who you people are. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST!!!(*Hug*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Last Friday for me was a definite "YAY" day. :D I was so nervous. No, in fact nervous wasn't the only word on my mind to describe my feelings that day. Edgy, wired, butterflies in the stomach, apprehensive, scared sh*tless, overwrought, spooked and stressed haha basically sum up that event. But in the end, everything was worth it. The whole, "set-up" lol. was worth the smile and "Yes" i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the word of the day for me is Density. :D haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm floating high up above the clouds of bliss. :P I am soooo ecstatic! Happy! And whatever else that describes extreme euphoria/elation! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so HIGH now! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-110864342860300197?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/110864342860300197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=110864342860300197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110864342860300197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110864342860300197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/02/word-of-day.html' title='Word of The Day'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-110795497692985066</id><published>2005-02-09T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T21:16:16.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/320/SANY0005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2845/400/SANY0005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyyy :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-110795497692985066?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/110795497692985066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=110795497692985066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110795497692985066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110795497692985066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/02/heyyy-p.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-110717324068911343</id><published>2005-02-01T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:07:20.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fair was great :D</title><content type='html'>Well I guess i could say that the fair was really fun :) I loved that day. haha wala lang. thats it. :)&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!! Thats all i want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-110717324068911343?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/110717324068911343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=110717324068911343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110717324068911343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110717324068911343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/01/fair-was-great-d.html' title='The fair was great :D'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-110545479846520413</id><published>2005-01-12T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T22:46:38.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Retreat...A New Life in Ateneo...Saying Goodbye to that Feeling Inside (for Her)... :)</title><content type='html'>Last January 7 to 9, my class, 4-N had this retreat at The Sacred Heart Novitiate in Novaliches. Getting there was relatively easy since I'm familiar with the location of that place. I drove a school bus to the place hehe. Just sharing anyways. I've been going there ever since i was in grade school kasi. Anyways, the place is so beautiful and serene. You can actually call it a mini-forest because of all the trees scattered about the 22 hectare compound. You can literally lose track of time once you get used to the place. Everything was just so calm and peaceful. The place was erected in the 1930's when the Jesuits came to Novaliches. It's the home of all the Jesuits in the Philippines, so i bet you can imagine how quiet the place is. The Jesuits love to keep Silence as the golden rule here. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything there is so old school, especially when it comes to the architectural design of most of the buildings. Spanish influence is evident because of the high ceilings, large mahogany doors and European furniture tastefully placed in every nook and cranny of the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest taking a retreat here if you want to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday city life. I do believe i was able to have a successful retreat/ get-away hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to say thank you to all the people who wrote me palancas. I really appreciate it that you guys took time out to write for me. I hardly get any palancas actually so when i received quite a number of them last week, i was pretty ecstatic and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and Big Hugs to Yeni, Issa, Sabs, Marla, Hannah, Roy, Kat, Jaycee, Nicole, Chan, Sis Des, Sis Jus, Mum, Aldric, Pauline, Ma'am Jen, Sir Nate, Dino, Tony, Ralph, Raf and Gideon. Panalo talaga mga palanca niyo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed a lot of events because of my retreat like the AC pre-prom event in Mandaluyong and the Xavier live Auditions for their fair or fundraising concert. I guess i cant have everything. I chose my retreat since it was my last one with my class anyway. It was great. I don't think i have any regrets haha...i guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, thank you sooo much for getting me into the ATENEO, the school I've been dying to get into for the past four years of my life! I got into the course i wanted which is AB Psychology. A lot of us guys from the high school passed though there were a few others who didn't get in. I feel really bad for them. Their frustration and sadness must be overwhelming. A lot cried when they got their results daw. Sana naman it was because they passed. I'm currently praying for my friends who didn't get in or who got wait-listed. I pray they can still appeal because i believe they deserve a chance to get into one of the best schools around. It's their future for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be studying to be a commercial pilot hopefully after i graduate from the Ateneo. It's something I've been wanting to do for quite some time now. If everything goes well, I'll be taking the class with Jaycee Uybaretta, one of my best friends since Grade 7. Imagine that. I'm glad i still have familiar faces to rub elbows with while I'm in college and in flight school. DEAN'S LIST NA TOH hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...about the last part. I guess things weren't meant to be. I really liked her. As in. I had this strange feeling in fact that it was beyond the plain word "like". I believe what i felt for her was beyond the superficial and shallow "like" and more into the deeper like. Thanks to my friends who've been giving me advice. Especially *censored* and *censored* and of course I won't forget *censored* hahaha. I guess I'm back to where i was before...only worse :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she's out there somewhere. Or maybe she's right in front of me and i don't know it yet? Or maybe I'm just too shy? or maybe I'm just too nice that i get to become a push-over for other people? It's weird, this feeling inside :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, only one girl interests me haha. I think. :D Hahaha there are so many "maybe-s" in my life now. Basta, there's this one palanca i absolutely loved. :D Thanks *censored* haha *wink*wink* haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm outta here. I still have stuff to do. It's already 10:36pm pa naman and i still have to study for my English and Math long tests as well for my quizzes in TD and Filipino. I have to go now! Bye! Vamanos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks Merc, for today rocked. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-110545479846520413?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/110545479846520413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=110545479846520413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110545479846520413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110545479846520413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2005/01/retreata-new-life-in-ateneosaying.html' title='The Retreat...A New Life in Ateneo...Saying Goodbye to that Feeling Inside (for Her)... :)'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-110442062048404747</id><published>2004-12-31T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:30:20.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed...</title><content type='html'>The world hates losers. Everyone loves a winner. I hate this cliché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been getting depressed lately. I’ve been thinking too much once again. How is it possible for a guy to like two girls? It’s crazy. How can he even fucking choose? He can’t like one of them even though he’s had this huge crush on the girl since it’d rock other relationships with his close circle of friends. He can’t seem to see if the other girl he likes likes him back. It’s so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up on this world. Perhaps in the next lifetime things will be different. No more “plastic” friends, now more heartaches… As of now, I officially don’t like anyone. This life sucks. Being 18 is the worst thing that can ever happen to you! I thought this year would end with a bang but no. God loves to disappoint me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ALL OF YOU!!! I WISH YOU’D ALL DROP DEAD!!! PUT@NGIN@!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it something that I said to you that didn’t turn out right? Was it something that I did?&lt;/strong&gt; Gave up the vibe… Try to listen to yourself, and then you’ll see my side. Now tell me it ain’t ‘bout the fucking pride. I say we fade away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can’t we look each other eye to eye? Complacency already passed by&lt;/strong&gt;. The good and bad times we’ve been through. Why can’t we drop this shit and start the day anew? I say we fade away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and again, we stood together side by side…&lt;strong&gt;I remember the time you saved me when I dropped from high.&lt;/strong&gt; But why do we tear each other limb from limb? But then again, you’re totally out of my sight. Was it something that I said that didn’t turn out right or maybe something that I did? Gave up the vibe…I fade away…-Kapatid’s Fade Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-110442062048404747?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/110442062048404747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=110442062048404747' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110442062048404747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110442062048404747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/12/crushed.html' title='Crushed...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-110212217127649549</id><published>2004-12-05T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T09:02:51.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE AC SAN LO :D</title><content type='html'>Man, playing in front of all those screaming chicks was a blast! Ego trip woohoo! The sensations pummeling my body while playing the bass for W.D.P.I.T.G.G. were utterly indescribable, as in whoa! Orgasmic! Playing up onstage with your closest friends is one of the most fantastic highs you'll ever get to experience in this life! I'd like to thank all those who supported our short yet successful gig! I am eternally grateful! (We are eternally grateful) for the support, both moral and immoral, that everyone gave hahaha. :P I'd love to thank AC's SLC team and Ateneo's (elite) C.A.T./C.O.L.T./N.C.O.C.C./C.O.C.C./H.ONORGUARDs/A.P. security team for giving me the time of my life during the AC fair. Kudos to all of you! Raaaawr Pare!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til the next WOW DUDE PARE IT'S THE GOOD GUYS gig! :P Hopefully this December 17, 2004 in C.T.K. for Y.F.C. Ciao!!! Birthday ko nahhh!!! Wheeee... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-110212217127649549?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/110212217127649549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=110212217127649549' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110212217127649549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110212217127649549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-love-ac-san-lo-d.html' title='I LOVE AC SAN LO :D'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-110139541135531887</id><published>2004-11-26T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:10:11.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miriam Fair and other Escapades</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday and Sunday, (and actually even Monday) were one of the weirdest and funniest times of my life with the Katipuneros. Well, after here, after grueling CAT (wherein I acted as head officer since my Captain and Lieutenants were in ICA hehe) I headed off to Miriam High School to watch the Iron Dukes, E.J.'s and Mio's other band. Upon setting foot in the land of the green skirts guess who I bumped into?? Merc! Haha, she was at the entrance area so she could bring her "little bro" to the baggage counter. He was apparently leaving already. We accompanied her little bro out then proceeded to the gym where the band show was taking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived just in the nick-of-time! I recorded their first song which was by the Foo Fighters uhmmm Learn to Fly and man, I have to say that they're really good. They have stage presence. hehe (Mio pati E.J. kasi talon ng talon haha) Their whole band's great! You have a suave bassist, an excellent drummer, a rocking vocalist and two razorbex kaskaseros! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went backstage after the gig to greet our rockstah friends. While backstage, I saw Aica hehe She said her Hi's and Hellos to everyone before leaving us for another event in the fair. Wheee everyone was having so much fun fun fun! I accompanied the Dukes back to their band room in one of the classrooms in the nearby buildings. I took a picture of them hehe naxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the ruckus and manly kuwentos in the band room, we met up with Merc and sina Sabs and Yeni. Yuff, Sabs and Yeni were in their Assumptionista uniforms that day. They were black-listed as spies daw awww. Hehe I took a picture of all of us once again. I'll be posting that picture soon. So from there we decided to go to Merc's place so she could dress up. At her place, we were talking about heading to Assumption Antipolo to watch Issa's band :P Here's the thing...Dang! I didn't know her gig was on that day! (that night technically) So we had to rush there as in PRONTO coz we only had about an hour left. We dragged Merc along so off we went to the mountains of Antipolo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few minutes...no ehem...HOURS were spent on the friggin road...kasi put*ngina ang trapik mehn! Here's the weird part, first we tried getting to Marikina using Cinco Hermanos near Katipunan flyover but it was jam-packed. Next, Merc suggested we use the Loyola Grand Villas route so we wouldn't have to contend with so much heavy traffic. Zoom! We went back to Katipunan/La Vista and tried the route. Now, usually...as in usually...walang traffic sa loob ng isang private subdivision right? La Vista pa! ngerk!!! Mali! Never assume things like that coz damn we waited for 15 minutes at the LGV guardhouse. I friggin swear that their process of admitting visitors and residents inside their compound sucks big time! Ang tagal ng mga lecheng guwardiya magpasok ng mga kotse!!! Augh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew...(Cool down...) Anyway :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way down the hills of LGV and got to Marikina, which was by the way still in a gridlock. It really wasn't our day. I could tell everyone was getting bored and peeved coz things were a bit too quiet in the car. I felt sorry pa for dragging Merc along coz she was just sleeping and staring out the window. We made it to Marikina after 30 minutes of weaving in and outta tight spots and intersections. Upon getting to Marcos Highway, gridlock nanaman puny*ta! We spent an additional hour there! Getting past Masinag wasn't too bad but I'd have to say that we were all hungry as hell. I was having double vision while Merc became lethargic while E.J. fell asleep and Mio was all quiet and so on and so forth...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...after a total of 2 hours and 45 minutes, we got to Assumption Antipolo! Wow! And here's the catch...WE MISSED ISSA'S GIG!! GAAAAAHHH... All that hard work in vain!!! SO we picked her up nalang. We met Faith and Gino there. NAxx hehe bagay parin sila :P anyways, we left narin for Katipunan soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we passed by McDonald’s in Marikina. We ordered and ate lotsa fries and cheeseburgers. For our drinks we drank iced tea. Ahh...after the food trip, everyone seemed to feel fine. The car reeked of Mcdo. Oh, Mio didn't have anything coz he was freaked out by that Supersize Me movie hehe. I pity E.J. coz he was drenched in iced tea. He was friggin wet!!! Ewww...That must've been so sticky afterwards. Merc helped feed me while getting to Katipunan coz I was driving nga so I couldn't be holding food at the same time. She must've been a bit pissed at me that time coz she smeared my cheeseburger on my face (cheeks). She was snickering her evil snicker (that is sooo redudududundant) while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped her in Miriam after so she could catch up pa with their fundraising concert later that evening. We went to Sabs' place so we could recuperate from that long arduous journey. I tell you, it is no joke having to contend with all that traffic. Stress sa buhay pare. I'm thinking that I shortened my life na coz of that ordeal... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Sabs' place and basically hung-out. We ate some snacks like Chicharon (Yum!), Fruit Loops and Yakult (You know, that "Okay ka ba tiyan?" thing). Thanks talaga Sabs fer being a lifesaver! Wow... We went home feeling really tired as in... I slept at Mio's that night :P I had his lovely couch all to myself...So there...I slept... The next few events are a tad bit boring. ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz......ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring! Ring! Awaken E.Z.!!! So there! I woke up feeling mighty fine! (I think…) I was still in a daze when I greeted Erica and Ananda good morning. Man, I swear Ananda has got to be the cutest baby on earth!!! Ang saya niya. I woke up E.J. and Mio after a few minutes of tickling Ananda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and E.J. left Mio's at around 10am. We had to go home first to freshen up eh.  I went home and showered and dressed up and went back to Mio's at around 12:30pm. I thought he'd be awake by then, di pala. It turns out he was still fast asleep. Parang mantika 'pag natulog. He was really knocked out I tell ya. :P I gave him a rude awakening by sitting on him so he couldn't breathe hehe. Naasar siya so he woke up. Success! We went down to the kitchen to grab lunch before leaving for Miriam. E.J. still wasn't there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee! Ala pala was home already! Coolness. She arrived pala from Africa a few days back! She was a bit tanned but was still looking good. Her limbs were all there so I'm assuming there were no violent encounters with some lions or wild animals of the bush. hehe Nagkuwentuhan kami for like an hour while eating so nagbonding kaming lahat. She apparently missed this pasta dish with anchovies while in Africa so we had it for lunch and it was Dee-Lish! Yum, we wolfed down the chow in a flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.J. arrived after lunch. Awwww sayang. Mio took really long dressing up. The faggot haha. We went to Miriam after! On the way to the high school, my friend Mark got into an accident. His car was scraped by some stupid taxi doing a U-turn. He was miffed. I offered my assistance but he said that he was gonna be fine so anyways we left him there. He had to miss playing in his band that day coz he had to go to the police station to get an investigator to help him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’d have to say that the next thing that happened was so hilarious. Mio wasn’t allowed in the fair grounds! Why? His jeans were torn kasi and it so happened that they were against immodest outfits ermm like torn jeans? Bwahahaha… Luckily he had a back-up pair of jeans in the car. So we waited for him for like 15 minutes. I swear that guy takes too long dressing up! Augh I was actually quite nervous coz I myself had torn jeans. But it wasn’t at the knees. My tear was near the buttocks or ass part so you could actually see my boxers… ewww hehe My shirt was kinda long so the guards didn’t actually see me violating any dress code :P Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went straight to the gym again to watch the amateur bands play. There I met up again with the Dukes. Astig talaga sila. The other bands that played that afternoon were uhmmm okay I guess. Not that I’m being mayabang but they lack something eh. The others agreed naman din hehe Ang malas nanaman ni Mio coz he was caught by this girl who extorted 50 friggin pesos out of his allowance for the day. He was soo miffed. He kept on cussing the rest of the time after that. Anyways…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh oooh!!! I saw my crush! Wow, she was soooo hot! She looked so good. Her jacket failed to hide her voluptuous figure :P Man, I am soo gross. Hehe just sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we left the area pretty soon coz we needed to get to Assumption San Lorenzo. On the way out, it started to rain! And wow, was it strong! Me and Mio made a mad dash for my car parked all the way out in the high school parking lot so we were pretty drenched by the time we got inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next hour (drive drive drive drive) Schwing!!! We’re here na in AC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it just in time to watch Assumption San Lo perform their mind-boggling dance moves. Here’s one thing I have to say about that event. We were swamped by so many hot, hot, hot, pretty, pretty, pretty, model-like chicks! I had a friggin eye-strain just trying to concentrate on the people dancing instead of all those girls watching!!! Man, namamanyak na kami doon. I saw Paulyn there and Roanna and I think Rita too. I wouldn’t mind going back there except for the fact that it cost 100 bucks to enter! It’s so expensive! Mio pa didn’t pay so ang daya… He snuck in! We only stayed for 30 minutes coz we had to leave for Gasoline Alley in Robinson’s Galleria for the gig of Nino and the Happy Meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next hour (drive drive drive drive) Schwing!!! We’re here na in Galle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Galle though, we shared some “intimate” stories about our lives and hidden secrets :P Wow… I got to learn so much about sina Sabs, E.J. and Mio. Issa didn’t join in first coz she wasn’t feeling too well. So…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Gasoline Alley a bit early for the Happy Meals Gig! I saw Ala there along with some other friends. The place was uber full. It was jam packed with college people. A lot of Ateneans were present. The girl hosting the show was a T.V. personality. I just kinda forgot her name but man she was smooth. She looked really good in her body fit get up. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane Divides the Sky played first. Their music reminds me so much of Cheese coz the vocalist kept on screaming. Nino was their session bassist so I was treated to a pre-Happy Meals Nino show. I love watching him play. He’s soooooooooooo good! After a few minutes of intense throat scratching bashing, the Happy Meals started setting up their instruments coz it was their turn to mesmerize the crowd. I was really glad to have brought my camera coz I finally was able to record Nino and the Happy Meals play! The next few minutes blew me away!!! Whoosh! Nino-à slap slap and tap, Ted-à Drum roll and whapack whapack, Jorelà shred ng shred and Odinà Whoa whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played Hop Jump, Mimic and Buhay Tao. Their CD was supposed to be released early this year but they postponed it to next year coz of some pretty funky complications. We got our free drinks after their gig to cool off coz their playing was so intense. Sadly, all good things must come to an end. Sabs’ mom called and wanted her home already even if Sabs knew that she asked permission to go out that night. She was really pissed. The rest of us felt kind of sucky that we had to leave the place. Things were starting to get exciting pa naman. We left Galle after a few minutes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next hour (drive drive drive) Schwing!!! We’re here na in Sabs’ place!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before getting to Sabs’, I drove through McDonald’s to get dinner. :D Anyways…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay… We slowly made our way to Sabs’ pad and relaxed in their living room. Everyone was so quiet either out of frustration or stress. I have to admit that the whole day stressed me out. I was too pooped and hungry to say anything. Sabs then gave us our band application form. We had to pay 1400 pesos to get in!!! Man that’s highway robbery! Whoa…We decided to fill up the form the next day instead coz we were in no mood to write stuff. Sabs fed us dinner! We had barbecue! Yum! Haha Thanks Sabs! We watched T.V. after dinner to help us digest our food. After a few minutes on the boob tube, we transferred to the living room again so that we could “bond”. I ended up falling asleep after a few minutes while the other guys kept on playing some weird games. As far as I know, they were tickling each other and rough-housing a lot. I kinda woke up at around 3am after resting. I had to drop Mio and E.J. home pa so there. I decided not to sleep at Mio’s coz I wanted to sleep in my bed since I really missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and hit the sack! Before completely losing consciousness, I realized I left my phone at my niece’s place…gah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZzzzzzzzzzz…….ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz….. I woke up at around 11am coz of my mom. She woke me up. Grrr… haha :P We had lunch in Chocolate Kiss in U.P. after which I decided to go to Sabs’ place coz I forgot my mobile phone there the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I met up with Sabs and Issa. They were planning to go to Mio’s later that afternoon to fix up the band forms so I volunteered to drive ‘em there since I was headed in that direction. We finished the forms at Mio’s after an hour. I left for Starbucks immediately afterwards to meet up with Merc to hang out and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fun in Starbs. A lot of stories were shared, problems aired left and right and the like. Treated her to one of those mysterious drinks everyone is after now. It’s called Peppermint Mocha something or whatever haha. It was terrific bonding again for like the 4th time in succession in the same week. We went to Ateneo after Starbs to chill. We visited my fave thinking spot near the High School. We kept blabbing on and on about ourselves and our stories for quite some time. We let the sun set first before leaving the place. I love that place coz it’s so quiet, reserved and peaceful. The only thing that was really bothering us was this stupid bird which was making this entire racket. You know, like “Caw Caw! Caw Caw!”. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for Mio’s place to pick the guy up since he wanted to hang out with us for a while. We drove around Katipunan lang once again. It was all good clean fun. We hung out and played in the La Vista Park too. It was there where we planned our Christmas Break. We hope it pushes through! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, we dropped Merc home afterwards at around 6:55pm. I dropped Mio home by 7:00pm then made a mad dash for mass with my mum in our parish here in Varsity hills. The evening ended well. Actually, my weekend was great! It’s one of those weekends I’ll remember for the rest of my life :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the AC fair then??? Wow Dude Pare It’s The Good Guys!!! :D See ya!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-110139541135531887?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/110139541135531887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=110139541135531887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110139541135531887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110139541135531887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/11/miriam-fair-and-other-escapades.html' title='The Miriam Fair and other Escapades'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-110080118527410934</id><published>2004-11-19T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T02:06:25.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind to the Past and Fast Forward to the Present</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I feel so embarrassed for not being able to update as often as i should. I know it's a let-down for all of my close friends out there! Well, to catch up on the "balita" of my life, I want to say that i immensely enjoyed our sembreak. Spending it with your barkada is really the way to go. Alabang rocked and our costumes were really blazing hot! yeah! Hehe, basically we've found another place to crash and call another Katipunan pad. It's the house of my niece, Sabs! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite ecstatic that she's finally been tagging along our escapades! She's a demon behind the wheel when it comes to driving haha. Another member who's making her presence felt is Yeni! She's been inching her way to the hearts of the Katipuneros! Sneak! Haha, man, going to Paranaque to visit her was the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to Admit One in Freedom Bar last uhmmm week? hehe Basta, everything's fine with the barkada now i hope. No more fights and break-ups please? I love you guys too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so far, our band named, "WOW DUDE PARE! IT'S THE GOOD GUYS!" is doing superbly well. Our practices in "Farview" and in Mio's place have paid off. Our late night excursions to the house of Gab are still very memorable. Oh yeah, by the way, we, our band, made it to the AC Fair Battle of the Bands!!! Oh my God!!! I am so f*cking grateful and nervous coz of the news. We'll be covering P.O.T.'s Ulitin and Yugyugan Na and The Cardigans' Lovefool. Please let this be the road for us to fame! Hahaha wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our band is composed of the following members: Issa Perez De Tagle on Vocals, Mio Paredes on Lead Guitars, E.J. aka Eddie JOE on Rhythm Guitars, Me (E.Z. Camacho) on Bass and finally Gab Aguila on Drums. Our Band Manager is my niece, Sabs Bengzon while Aussy the *ehem* "close friend" of Gab is our publicist. And just this afternoon, we found our Connections Liaison the long-lost-one-and-only Mercedes Naguiat! Man, everyone is so hyped up about next Saturday. Come and support us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that I'll be part of the "security team" of AC for their fair. Basically, here's one word that sums up what I'll be doing---&gt;guwardiya. Haha, it's fine! I pray me and my partner (Nicole) will still manage to have fun despite our shifts during the fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, me, Gab and Merc met up in La Vista. Everything was sooo impromptu which made it kind of nice for Merc coz she liked our "surprise visit" :P Man, is she a sight for sore eyes! I haven't seen her for ages. (oops then again, Grilla, during our last escapade counts haha) We went to Starbucks and talked about the future of our band! It was soo hilarious because it turns out, Merc knows so much goddamn people who could be our connections to getting big in the music industry. Gab left after a few minutes of "planning" with Merc the best strategy for instant fame. Haha Merc and I finally decided to head back to her place so that we could have a bonding session. Man, it was really really amusing. Nag-asaran kami for the longest time. We shared lotsa kuwentos and P.O.V.'s on just about any topic. There, Merc realized how much she missed the barkada. Personally, I'm glad she's gonna be back with us real soon. She shared with me her addictive Salami, Cream Cheese, Pate and Skyflakes. It was the best meal i ever had! (Coz it was actually the only decent thing I had today.) Merc, enough with the relatives already haha! LOL :P As I said, we love you dearie :D Thanks for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Miriam and AA fair already! I'm gonna be going tomorrow :D Til the next time i blog!&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/7040083-110080118527410934?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/110080118527410934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=110080118527410934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110080118527410934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/110080118527410934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/11/rewind-to-past-and-fast-forward-to.html' title='Rewind to the Past and Fast Forward to the Present'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-109828775644478388</id><published>2004-10-21T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T23:55:56.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections While Being Sick for 2 Days...</title><content type='html'>Everything happened so fast. Emotions flared, tempers rose and fell, harsh words were cast and grievances were aired. All these transpired last tuesday night. I hate to name names so I'll keep this part short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened last night was meant to happen. No matter how brutal things were. Well, I wouldn't call it brutal. I expected this to happen sooner or later. You just can't keep sensitive issues like these under the lid for so long. Eventually, these things will have to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's being kicked out of the barkada. No one's leaving either. No one's at fault. We're all still friends. I just pray that it stays this way even if it's just for a while lang. A little peace and quiet never hurt anyone right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that what happened will help make the Katipuneros become a stronger group. Remember, only the best steel is forged over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as I was sick nga for the past few days, I was listening to a few songs in my PC. I actually hate listening to these songs hehe coz they make me think too much about past issues in my life. Well anyway, here are the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My One and Only Love by Sting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very thought of you makes&lt;br /&gt;My heart sing&lt;br /&gt;Like an April breeze&lt;br /&gt;On the wings of spring&lt;br /&gt;And you appear in all your splendour&lt;br /&gt;My one and only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadows fall&lt;br /&gt;And spread their mystic charms&lt;br /&gt;In the hush of night&lt;br /&gt;While you're in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I feel your lips so warm and tender&lt;br /&gt;My one and only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand is like heaven&lt;br /&gt;A heaven that I've never known&lt;br /&gt;The blush on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I speak&lt;br /&gt;Tells me that you are my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fill my eager heart with&lt;br /&gt;Such desire&lt;br /&gt;Every kiss you give&lt;br /&gt;Sets my soul on fire&lt;br /&gt;I give myself in sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;My one and only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blush on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I speak&lt;br /&gt;Tells me that you are my own&lt;br /&gt;You fill my eager heart with&lt;br /&gt;Such desire&lt;br /&gt;Every kiss you give&lt;br /&gt;Sets my soul on fire&lt;br /&gt;I give myself in sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;My one and only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very ermmm hehe romantic song. :)I love the lyrics and the way Sting played it. Maybe one day, I'll get to play this song for haha *no one* I'm not mentioning anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I like the feeling of floating and "drifting". I'm somehow enjoying it. Liking or loving someone now isn't as appealing as it was before. Perhaps I'm being jaded? Or maybe being cynical? Or maybe I'm just too damn scared. Am i just traumatized from last time...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can say that I don't have to be jealous of everyone else. Or am i just denying that fact? Gahh...Whatever. Being like this though has its ups and downs. Well, I'm glad that my circle of friends in the barkada's there. With them, I forget my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels so right when we're all together. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of questions to ponder on but I guess they can wait til next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray our Boracay trip pushes through :D Til 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/7040083-109828775644478388?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/109828775644478388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=109828775644478388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109828775644478388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109828775644478388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/10/reflections-while-being-sick-for-2.html' title='Reflections While Being Sick for 2 Days...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-109740737646915327</id><published>2004-10-11T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T19:22:56.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonfires, Bands and the Megamall Spree</title><content type='html'>I sure don't know how to describe the past two days of my life. Everything seemed to go by really fast like a rollercoaster ride. The sensations and feelings i had were also similar to that of a rollercoaster ride. I'd like to compare life to a masquerade party in the days of Napoleon. Let me tell you why. (Haha, what a weird transition. Ang labo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I was a security guard. Yup, you read it right! I was a friggin' security guard. Why, you ask? Well last Friday was our high school's bonfire and somehow our administration had some bright idea of making us the security force of the event. Well, I didn't mind the idea at first 'til I learned that day that I needed to guard A TENT FULL OF FREE FOOD! Oh, just great. You know, i really felt all so important and almighty guarding FOOD!...Oh, and here's the good part. I didn't have lunch that day so I was really hungry by the time my shift came to guard the stupid tent. I was only three feet away from all that glorious food... It was a trial for me haha. I survived. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the bonfire, i saw a lot of Chickas. Ang dami talaga. MArami ding mayayabang na tao. Mga lower classmen with attitude problems were loitering in the area. They loved walking with this certain swagger na parang, "look at me, I'm so handsome and macho." Geez, where is the future of the ateneo high school students headed for? One day, because of all these ignorant assholes, the school may be stereotyped as "An institution of Rich, And Konyotic Airheads without Values" I fear for the school. May the nerds of the following batches save the future of Ateneo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I saw Marla there. She was with Jian :D hehe They looked cute together. They were nice enough to drop by and visit my lonely Free Food Booth i was guarding. They stayed with me for a few minutes before moving on to the other spots within the high school grounds. A lot of my friends from the high school were there too. (Duh) They were all doing the same thing whenever they'd see me. It'd go like this---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They'd smile at me. 2. They'd salute me and say hi. 3. They'll ask, "Oh E.Z.! What's up pare?". 4. I'd reply with, "Oh nothing much man. Ginawa lang akong guwardiya ng lechon." 5. They'd reply with, "Haha, Okay lang yan E.Z.! Kawawa ka naman. Kaya mo yan." 6. I'd laugh and say,"Haha...yeah" 7. Then they'd say goodbye and ingatz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddammit! I did that like about a hundred times that night...Insensitive sonzabitches. Hahaha. I only did that to my "generic" friends. I was, of course, much warmer to my closer friends like sina Dino, Jian, Marla, Sabs, Ian etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I had to leave early for band practice with sina Gab and Mio. Marla came along :) haha, it was all fun. Before leaving I saw Ian alone watching the bonfire festivities so I took it as my chance to say hi. Luckily, she remembered me :D Which was nice. We chatted for a while about how much she looked like Sabs. Haha, she kind of agreed with me that she and Sabs looked alike. Then, in the next few minutes, Sabs appeared right out of nowhere. So I was seeing double. I felt confused and disoriented for a while. Man, i really have to say that their resemblance is uncanny. Hahaha. After a few minutes of chattin' with them, I had to leave for practice already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, me and Marla picked up Mio at his place. Mio didn't know that Marla came along so she planned to scare the living daylights outta him by hiding in the backseat and surprising him. It worked! It was really funny. Mio's eyes became really big and he kind of shrieked while Marla terrorized him! Hahaha... Pang-Kodak moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes at his place, we proceeded to leave for Gabs' house in Pluto. On the way, I saw my nephew ToonZ and his friend. They were on the way to the high school bonfire, eh, since he is my nephew, i took him and his friend to the high school grounds narin. Naxxx...Good deed for the day. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite Warp speed, we reached Pluto after 30 minutes. That place is really far...Az in... We picked Gabs up and proceeded to his Glass Factory all the way in Fairview A.K.A. FARview/the Galaxy of Andromeda. When we reached the place we practiced like hell. We experienced the recent Earthquake there. It was scary as in. The lights were flickering for quite some time coz of all the shaking. Luckily we survived. :P We went home a bit tense. I dropped the Martian Gabs home first then Marla. On the way to Marikina, Marla acted as my stick shifter so my car became kind of Automatic in a Manual sense. Haha labo. She took care of shifting while i took care of steering. It was fun :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached her place after 30 minutes of driving. By that time i was soo sleepy na... She left her wallet in my car so I have to give it back to her pa the next time i see her. I dropped Mio home soon after. I retired to bed at around 1am. We had to wake up early the next day to catch Issa's band try out for the Assumption Antipolo thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I had a weird dream. It ended with a dog licking my fingers. That's the time I woke up! Shit! I looked at the clock! It was already 9 o' clock!!! I overslept dammit! I rushed outta bed to freshen up only to discover we had no water coz of some busted pipe in our area. SheesH! Talk about bad Luck! I had to wash my face and brush my teeth with bottled water from our fridge. It was ice cold! bRRRR... I proceeded to Mio's after. I called Issa and she was fuming. I'm really sorry Issa ah...ehehehe...I was really tired that morning. I didn't mean to oversleep, honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting Mio, I had to warp into the next Galaxy of Andromeda where Gabs lived. I picked him up after a few minutes. We did our best to reach the BOONDOCKS on time but alas! We were too late na. We missed Issa's band. Issa was really pissed... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really made sure to apologize to her. Anyways, we were able to get in the place. Nga lang, we had an itty bitty problem with Mio's *ehem* choice of footwear. He was in TSINELAS which was obviously not allowed there in AA coz it was uhmmm indecent. Thank goodness Issa had an extra pair of sandals.  We signed in as WOW! DUDE PARE! IT'S THE GOOD GUYS :D hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did kinda good for our first "gig" ahahha. It was memorable. We had problems with the "disappearing" cymbals and the shaky stage. It was all scary as in but fun! At least we're getting some experience na. We aren't too optimistic about AA coz there were a lot of darn good bands who played. Well, great things start from small beginnings right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met a lot of Issa's buds from AA. Cool people, they were. :) We even went to this "maze" in the school. It made me really dizzy. :P We were almost caught by some personell who took care of the place but luckily Kat and Issa made up some far out excuse which the guys bought anyway :P Thanks guys, we owe ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left AA at around 12pm for Megamall so that we could go on our little shopping spree. Mio was our "sugar" daddy that day haha. Issa fell asleep on the way. We got to Megamall at 1pm coz of heavy traffic in the Ortigas area. We decided to grab a bite muna at Carl's Jr. I had to treat Issa to make up for my being late that day. :D It was all fun. We visited a lot of stores there especially music stores like Perfect Pitch, Yamaha and JB music. Mio bought stuff for his drums and guitars. He also got a T-shirt of John Lennon or was it Led Zepellin? Anyways, it was all good. The highlight of the day was this Korean dude in Toy Kingdom. Oh my god that guy was soooo freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this, we were at Toy Kingdom checking out this cool funky black and white dancing robot similar to Sony's Aibo Robo Dog when suddenly from out of nowhere comes this 40 year old Korean. He looks at the robot we're lookin' at and guess what he does!? He kicks it! The friggin' dude kicked it! Not only that, he smiled at us after kicking the toy! It was sooo weird! We were all like, "What the hell??!! What the f*ck's your problem dude!!??" We were all laughing hyterically coz of that. Haha, deep inside, we were all thinking of what was going on in that guy's head while he kicked the toy. He must've been thinking na A.) "Ah hah! I outsmarted the toy! Look at how i kicked it!" B.) "Look at how I can kick this toy! You guys are next! Mwahaha!" or C.) "Look I'm a Korean and I know Tae-Kwon-Do! See my powerful kick destroy this puny little toy!"... Tss... Stupid little shit that old man was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left megamall at around 5pm coz we had to be home by 6:30pm that day. I dropped Mio, Gabs and Issa at Mio's place. :P I had to leave na agad coz my 'Rents were already looking for me. That ended my Big Day for Saturday. Later that night, i watched a movie with my Dad in Rockwell. Open Water was the name of the film and boy did it suck!!!! Bitin Man!!! Nalugi kami. Don't ever watch this film unless you'd wanna waste 131 bucks. Tss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyways, that's all for now Coz I have tons of homework to do pa!!! Augh!!! Bye Amigos! :D&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/7040083-109740737646915327?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/109740737646915327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=109740737646915327' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109740737646915327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109740737646915327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/10/bonfires-bands-and-megamall-spree.html' title='Bonfires, Bands and the Megamall Spree'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-109697702887792033</id><published>2004-10-06T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:50:28.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece of This...</title><content type='html'>A lot of things have been happening lately. I apologize to everyone since i haven't been able to update my blog since ages ago. Well, we had this AC/AA birthday thing at Rockwell last Saturday. It was really fun. Everyone was looking good. The Katipuneros were there. I don't know if it's the latest fashion statement but I noticed that night that the girls loved wearing them nasty short short short as in fuckin' short skirts. Not that I'm complaining hahaha but it was quite an eye-strain for even the likes of me. The place was a melting pot of Assumption's finest. Well I'd have to say that all the girls there were all nice as in. No snobs and konyotics at least. I saw a lot of familiar faces :P A lot of guys from Ateneo were there. Mix of seniors and juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out din that I'm the Uncle/Tito of Ian. Hahaha Sabs. Geeez I'd have never expected this in a gazillion years. Well, once again I am a Tito to another girl close to my age. It was kind of funny when she told me about it. And ah-hah! Ang sneaky niya. She twisted my arm into treating her to Mcdonalds in Rockwell that night when me Mio, Ej, Issa and George went there to relax from the par-taye. Just kidding. She just suggested it but since I was such a nice Uncle/Tito that night I treated her. Hehehe Anyways, we left Powerplant after around thirty minutes to go back to all the dancing, short skirts and booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked like everyone was enjoying the company of their dates that evening. Except for a select few that wanted to shy away from all of the action in the main function room. I was one of them. Maybe coz i missed someone that night.... Hahaha But the night was okay altogether. We went to Roxas again but nothing happened coz we were really missing another member of the group. My Evil Oriental Chick of a Friend wasn't with us so things weren't the same for the Katipuneros. We miss her antics so much. Marla was feeling pretty bad that night... Issa...well she was in a state of temporary euphoria. E.J. was all smug and smiling in the back seat of the car coz of all the *ehem* pictures he took of a significant someone in his life. Mio was being his usual self lang. He was a bit restless lang. Well, I'd have to say that he too took a smattering amount of pictures of lots of pretty hot chicks haha. I guess that was enough for him that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Nicole once again in the latter part of the party. She didn't remember me but it was all cool. I don't blame her naman din coz it's been a long time since our soiree at her place when I was still in third year. She was really nice and approachable naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting the shakes coz this saturday we'll be having our second screening for the AA bands thing. Sana we do enter and i hope that i don't choke while playing my bass. Well, I'll let God take care of that na. Hopefully He'll have mercy on Wow Dude Pare, It's The Good Guys.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i really love that name. It's so us. Mio talaga you fucknut. :P I miss you guys already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAit... I just need to let this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this strange feeling of emptiness I've been getting lately and somehow I don't know why I feel this way. Maybe I'm just lonely or maybe I'm just thinking too much. I guess my problems have been taking up most of my thoughts which isn't supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel that everything right now is too good to be true. Why do i feel that something major in my life is gonna end soon? This sense of foreboding is really getting on my nerves. I'm cracking up i guess. I probably just need someone to talk to. SOmeone who'll really listen to me, to my rants and raves and to the real me whom I guess I've been hiding really well so far from everyone else in my life. Why do i have to wear this mask? This stupid innocent countenance is supposed to hide me and protect me but now i feel that its the very thing that's ripping me to shreds. Someone f*cking save me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, I'll be able to grasp that hand that can take me out of my somehow eternal damnation. I hate to say this but I'm getting all ******** again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to bitch and rant s'more but I still have to attend to my homework. I'll do my best to update my blog more often. It just hit me now how much i miss doing this. Till next time Amigos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-109697702887792033?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/109697702887792033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=109697702887792033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109697702887792033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109697702887792033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/10/piece-of-this.html' title='Piece of This...'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-109557712072985612</id><published>2004-09-20T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T14:58:40.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACET over...and the Roxas Scandal</title><content type='html'>I had a surprisingly great time yesterday before the ACET. I was able to spend time with a friend whom i haven't seen in quite some time. I picked my friend up early at around 10:30am and we then proceeded to Katipunan to grab a bite coz neither of us had eaten yet. We circled Katipunan around three times because of the lack of parking space in Starbucks. Man that place is always full. So anyways, we decided to park in the Ateneo na and just pass the bridge connecting to Katipunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and talked for quite some time. It was really refreshing chatting with my friend again. We reached the place and started ordering our "brunch". We both had the same thing. We both ordered ham and cheese on wheat bread. I ordered a Tazo Iced Tea. I still don't know why I keep ordering that stupid bland tea...Anyways, my friend had steamed milk with vanilla. It's my friend's favorite daw. We both also ordered fudge brownies. yummy! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first sat near the window. It's the long row wherein you have the view of the smoking area outside. We tried eating and sharing stories there but we felt too uncomfortable coz we felt we were being watched so i decided to get another table. I was lucky to get one right away coz the place was really full of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally transferred, we continued to eat and make kuwento... :) We kept on checking the time coz we were worried that we might be late for the test. haha... We left Starbucks at around 12:00pm which was just right for us coz we later discovered that the traffic was building up in the campus coz the first batch of examinees were done aleady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We listened to music and kept on chatting in the car on the way to the high school grounds. It took us 30 minutes to get to our destination. Man ang tagal!!! When we got there, we saw many familiar faces. There were lots of cute guys hehehe and tons of lovely females too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parked in front of the flagpole area and stayed in the car first coz it was just too friggin' hot to line up along with the rest of the examinees. The line was uber long...As in whoa! We left the car after 15 minutes coz of some stupid spider with huge fangs that landed on my windshield. Creepy! So anyway, me and my friend parted ways coz our rooms were far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad I was able to spend time chillin' with my friend before the f*ckin' exam. It helped lessen my nervousness and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the part where I took the test...(silence)...(yet again, the sound of silence)...tap*tap*...squeek*squeek*...(scribble...scribble...) *erase*erase*...(bite nails...)...&lt;br /&gt;This went on for like four straight hours. Oh my God! I thought it would never end! I could practically feel my brain getting mashed to a pulp and getting drained out of my ears, Augh!&lt;br /&gt;I was in a daze when I finished the test... It was so hard to believe that it was over na... Geez..That was the hardest test I ever took in my life...F*ckin' A...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Ateneo in a zombie-like trance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I called Mio to check if we had any gimik plans for the night. Sadly, he had plans na and *they were going to have dinner in Shangri La. (*They is sina Joe, Issa and Marla)&lt;br /&gt;Gab was supposed to come but something happened. Things got kinda fuzzy then. I didn't come along for the dinner na anyway. Before Mio and the others left, I passed by his place to get my Bass guitar and Amplifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home muna and dropped off my stuff at my dad's place. I had dinner with my Dad in Max's Katipunan. We had a whole spring chicken, sweet and sour fish fillet and some deep fried shrimp. It was called *something* Rebosados. We ate for an hour then we left the place feeling full and satisfied. I was feeling a bit better na from the ACET by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Mio after I dropped my dad home so i could know what time i could join up with them. Sadly, i had to wait for like 3 hours pa... So I had to find a way to pass the time...After much thought, I decided to drop by my friend's place near Shangri La. I stayed for only 30 minutes at my friend's place :) which was fine coz we were both tired narin from the day's activites. I drove around a bit before finally picking up sina Mio in Shang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to drive to Roxas and chill there in some open field and dance to music from my car. But before doing that, we picked up Merce in San Lo. Haha, finally after a loooong time, our barkada was complete + 1 person pa. Our Birthday Girl! Ms. Sweet Sixteen haha. We arrived in Roxas at around 12:00am already. Man, it was fun. We stayed in a field somewhere there :) heeh It's now our secret fun spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta, what happened there that night was a milestone in the history of our barkada. Everything was uber cool! And shocking all at once haha. I can't mention anything here coz i have sworn a vow of secrecy to the Katipuneros. Basta, that's it. We had to leave at around 1am coz that was the time of Mio's curfew. I did my best to reach his place on time so I really zoomed through EDSA at around 100kph. We reached Mio's at 1:30am which was 30 minutes past his curfew... :&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Mio and I got grilled. Well, Mio got grilled first then I'll be having my turn soon. I knew that it'd happen sooner or later. But it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in Mio's den for about an hour just chatting and bonding :) We all sang, played the guitar and teased each other...hehe :) Pero sadly, we had to leave at around 2:45am for Merce's place coz she was really bushed na. The night ended when I dropped sina Merce, Marla and Issa in La Vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a night to remeber for the barkada. :P It was a great way to end the stressfull day. I went home feeling blissful and content. Happy Birthday Issa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More next time! :P Bye!&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/7040083-109557712072985612?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/109557712072985612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=109557712072985612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109557712072985612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109557712072985612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/09/acet-overand-roxas-scandal.html' title='ACET over...and the Roxas Scandal'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-109542910367126675</id><published>2004-09-18T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T21:53:05.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACET really means "Ahhh! shit!" :) haha</title><content type='html'>I am now typing my last will and testament since I know I am going to die already from all the suspence this stupid ACET test is giving me... I mean AUGH!!! What the heck?!? All this waiting is so frustrating! I'm so wired up right now, frankly, I'm willing to take the friggin' test now!....(long pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a ray of light suddenly appears and shines upon me out of the eternal darkness I'm in) :) (I smile)...Hahaha...(laughter fills my room) Hahahahahaha!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I finally found some strange comfort/salvation fromthis current hellhole I'm in??? *NGERRK*&lt;br /&gt;Haha wrong answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ladies and Gentlemen, I am so sorry to inform you that our writer/author/creator/owner of this Blog site has currently gone nuts...psycho...whacko...etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I'll be blogging about Mio's birthday soon. Maybe after the ACET and that'd be IF I still have any gray matter left between my ears for typing. Adios to all! Good Night! Good Luck to ALL ACET-teers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-109542910367126675?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/109542910367126675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=109542910367126675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109542910367126675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109542910367126675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/09/acet-really-means-ahhh-shit-haha.html' title='ACET really means &quot;Ahhh! shit!&quot; :) haha'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-109403935734759252</id><published>2004-09-02T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T19:50:11.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams... I can't take it anymore! :O</title><content type='html'>I am trying my goddamn best to study for tomorrow's exams. Note once again that I am TRYING... hehe I'm listening to Razorback and reading my TD book at the same time and I don't think that's a good combination for learning. I wish the exams would end already. Hayyy...&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'll never have to take exams anymore :) Man, I'm looking forward to that day. The day I'll graduate from my masters course. I can't wait for my first paycheck either! Man, I have so much to look forward to. There are still so many things I'd like to accomplish in life. I pray I live long enough to live my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was surfing the net and I came across a really gruesome website. It's dedicated to everything about death, suicide and torture. In that website, I was able to see the Nepalese hostage getting executed via beheading. I shouldn't have watched that video. It gives me the creeps. I can't believe there are still such acts being done in society. It's all so jarring and shocking. I pray for the soul of that man...He died a horrible death away from his own country and loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two more days left of this stupid exam week and it's freedom! Finally, the first term will end. I'll probably hang with Mio and E.J. this Friday after the dreaded Math exams. I really hate math! As in hate it! grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...Don't you just love it when you get messages from your close friends? I mean, it just shows that that person is thinking about you. You actually matter to him or her. I'm glad for having my friends. They make me realize that life's so much more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I gotta run. I still have much to study. Once again, I shall be burning the midnight oils. :) Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-109403935734759252?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/109403935734759252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=109403935734759252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109403935734759252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109403935734759252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/09/exams-i-cant-take-it-anymore-o.html' title='Exams... I can&apos;t take it anymore! :O'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-109379445331877262</id><published>2004-08-30T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T23:49:09.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew...From the minute I woke up...It was gonna be a lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely daaaay... :(</title><content type='html'>This weekend was my first boring weekend in a looong time...Crap...Everything today was sooo boring and depressing. Ionno why... I hate days like this...I don't like Sundays pa naman. I find Sundays so melancholic. Sundays are too f*ckin' serene and peaceful!!! I can't take it na! I'm goin' nuts! Someone save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thank goodness I daydream a lot... I was just thinking of my dream girl... Ahhh... You'll be mine someday! Anyways, in the meantime I'll just be here. Wondering...waiting...and wishing...for you to be with me. Hehe, here's a song I really like... It's by Stevie Wonder... This is for ******tooot****** hehe... I'll see you again soon :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Cherie Amour, lovely as a summer's day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Cherie Amour, distant as the Milky Way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Cherie Amour, pretty little one that I adore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the only girl my heart beats for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How I wish that you were mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In a cafe or sometimes on a crowded street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been near you, but you never notice me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Cherie Amour, won't you tell me how could you ignore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That behind that little smile I wore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I wish that you were mine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maybe someday you'll see my face among the crowd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe someday I'll share your little distant cloud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh, Cherie Amour, pretty little one that I adore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're the only girl my heart beats for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How I wish that you were mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Man!!! I'm hooked on this song now... Anyways, that's all for today. I've got class pa tomorrow. Bye!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-109379445331877262?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/109379445331877262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=109379445331877262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109379445331877262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109379445331877262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-knewfrom-minute-i-woke-upit-was.html' title='I knew...From the minute I woke up...It was gonna be a lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely daaaay... :('/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-109354080709368782</id><published>2004-08-27T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T01:20:07.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh...Recalling Today...F*ck! Don't Analyze, Just Accept!</title><content type='html'>Tie Dye Sky by Razorback is what I'm playing now...It sounds sooo creepy. I love Razorback man. They're the band I shifted to after Wolfgang, Happy Meals, Kjwan, Sugarfree and the list goes on :) I'm more interested in the local music industry these days. Ionno why... Wow, I'm already three minutes into the song and it keeps  getting better and better...Kevin Roy!!! I sing praises to you man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. It was really interesting. I met new people in hmmm Mcdonald's. hahaha. I wasn't supposed to go out today but my friend Merce somehow "twisted" my arm and let me think otherwise. I was in the middle of writing a paper pa naman. But it's all cool. I'm glad I dropped writing that stupid paper anyway. As someone said kanina, "EZ!! Don't worry about that na man! We're in fourth year already! Enjoy Life! :P" I'd have to agree hehe. I feel so bad boy right now tuloy... Kidding! Haha It's part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Marla and Merce at around 12 sumthin' in Starbucks. I was in all black halos. Parang may namatay daw...hehe Marla was in her Pringles shirt. Merce was wearing a jacket and her funky Thai pants that made her look like a superhero hahaha. We waited around for E.J. for a few minutes then moved to Mcdonalds. Oh yeah, but before we moved to the Smoking Area of Starbucks for a few minutes of making kuwento lang. It was Fun. I suddenly came up with this stupid phrase, and I quote, "Don't Analyze, just Accept!" I don't know how the hell I thought of that pero it just popped out. Hmmm perhaps I'm going mad. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to Mcdo at around 1:20pm. We were supposed to go to Pancake house but we decided to go to Mcdo nalang. I'm trying to recall why...Crap! I can't remember why! Anyway, Me, Merce, Marla and E.J. got a long table in Mcdo. We bought our food then we made kuwento kuwento. La lang sharing stories. It didn't feel right without Mio along. hayyy...Another 6 months 'til he can get out and gimik...Sh*t... Anyways, after a few minutes of eating, Sabs and Issa arrived. They were at first kinda quiet. I was too cuz i didn't really know them pa. Pero we started chattin' after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it's really strange but I'd have to say that Sabs has an uncanny resemblance to Ian Banzon from Miriam. They look like sisters! Wow...haha. Issa reminds me of a Korean action star...hmmm They're really fun people. I just discovered that we're all neighbors halos. :) Talk about funky man. After having fun with A camera...(Sh*t! Soory talaga Marla. Hope you ain't pissed. :P) We, oops, Sabs decided that we take a nice walk in Ateneo. Thank God I had my umbrella. Merce left us early. Sayang girl! You missed a lot of kalokohan. We had fun swapping stories about lotsa stuff. Anyways, we planned on hanging out in The Church of the Gesu. Yup, the Church! Ionno why we chose that spot pero we went there. (Haha, i'm actually the dope who suggested the place.) So we stayed there for a while. E.J. took pictures while Marla tried knocking my Visor off. Sabs tried to knock my Visor off also. My hair daw looks funny :/ Argh! Why's everyone saying that?? They were teasing me since Mcdonald's pa... Hmmm...Even the guys in school say, "Man, something's wrong with that guy's hair!" Sana naman they say it when i can't hear them diba?! Haha, that's why you call it a backstab diba?? Hehe Anyways, we went inside the Church and Yup!! We played with the Holy Water! Not me but sina Marla, Sabs and Issa. I actually warned them na not to but they didn't believe me. When they realized later on that it was really Holy Water they blamed me and said that I should've warned them. Haha, I warned them earlier naman e. They said daw na I looked like i was kidding. I was like, whaaaaat?? Don't i have a credible face?? They were like, nooooo waaayyy...We wouldn't believe you ever!!! Hehe They were really funny when they were telling me that. Anyways, after getting over the initial shock of that, I thought I'd bring them to the "bridge". They were like,"OOoooh...What's with the bridge?" I just wanted to share with them a really cool place in the Ateneo not much people know of. It was worth it. On our way there, it rained a bit so Sabs brought out her nice Orange, Cheezy looking but cool umbrella. Haha, may atraso nga ako sa kanya with that umbrella of hers. Anyways, read on and find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we arrived at the place spellbound. Az in wow, the place looked really nice and peaceful. It was a scene out of Jurassic Park. We were all half expecting a raptor to jump out of the foliage! Exagg but that's how it felt kanina. I suggested we take a picture before it rained cuz the sky didn't look too friendly if you know what i mean. Just when I mentioned that line, Lo and behold, it started to RAIN!!! What a weird coincidence...Grabe...So we hurried taking our pictures courtesy of E.J.'s camera. We were hiding under our umbrellas while taking the pics. It looked really funny. Then we decided to split really fast coz the rain got really bad, az in! We were running like hell coz of our imagination. I shouted out "Raptor" then everyone started scrambling up the stone steps. It was hilarious! We waited in the Jesuit Residence for the rain to die down. There we chilled for a while and just watched the rain fall. It was really serene and peaceful despite the raging rain. Ionno why but rain has this calming effect on me. Thank goodness Mio showed up and picked us up. We went to his place soon after in his White Safari with Mang Xenon as our guide. We reached his place a bit drenched :P but we survived the trip. We then went off to his kitchen and started to make kuwento to him what happened that day. Once again, DONT ANALYZE, JUST ACCEPT was the highlight of our conversation...Ngerk... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mio wanted to watch a movie so we moved to the movie den. We planned to watch Monty Python's The Holy Grail. MAn, I didn't finish it but it was really funny! Especially the first scene with the make believe horse action of King Arthur daw... And the scene where they talked about coconuts :) laugh trip man... Oh yeah, it was around this time that i tinkered  with Sabs umbrella. I broke it!!! I am sooo mean... Sorry!!! I'll buy Sabs a new one, I promise! hehe... Anyways, after a few minutes of watching the movie, Sabs had to leave. I had to leave a few minutes later din :( awww... Such a fun day had to end soo soon... But once again today rocked!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for no classes. Crap, sana nga walang pasok tomorrow or else i'm gonna be f*cked. I haven't studied pa!!!! Grabe!!! oh well... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to Blog about what happened last Saturday but I'll keep it really short and sweet plus i'll have to censor the story to protect the interests of my friends :) Anyway, gotta run! I love blogging! Once you start, you can't stop! Bye! It's 1:20am nahhh..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-109354080709368782?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/109354080709368782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=109354080709368782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109354080709368782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109354080709368782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/08/ahhrecalling-todayfck-dont-analyze.html' title='Ahh...Recalling Today...F*ck! Don&apos;t Analyze, Just Accept!'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-109292890888091035</id><published>2004-08-20T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T23:23:12.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Rocked!!! I Lo-ho-hove Quezon City Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today started out like any normal day. I woke up, checked my e-mail and friendster, brushed my teeth, shaved, took a shower and basically freshened up for today's so-called "school project" mwahahahaha! I met up with mio first at his place. He was pretty tired when i saw him in his room. He was chillin' to some Apo Hiking songs hehe (nax, mio...your dad should be flattered.&amp;nbsp; LOL) We then proceeded to pancake house in the ever trusty MPV. Me and mio arrived first so we&amp;nbsp;got a table&amp;nbsp;and oogled people and talked about various things. Oooohh...there were some cute chicks in the restaurant too. They looked like college girls. Waw. The chinita type pa! I am super patay-na-patay for&amp;nbsp;really maputi chinita chicks :P hehehe...Anyways, Merce arrived after 10 minutes. We ordered banana pancakes, a&amp;nbsp;grilled cheese sandwich, bacon waffles and golden brown waffles. And I quote, we also had, "plain warm water". I usually like my water cold but it's bad daw to take cold water when you have&amp;nbsp;the sniffles.&amp;nbsp;Now, here's the highlight of the day! I finally learned how to play "BullShEEEET" :) i meant "Bullshit" hehe. Mio and Merce taught me how to play the game. They called me a Bullshit Virgin. They were right. I sucked at the game. But after a few more minutes of intense concentration and extreme E.S.P. i finally won!! hoooray!!! The game's actually super fun! As merce and mio said nga, "E.Z.!! I can't believe you don't know how to play Bullshit!!! You're missing practically half of your life man!!!" Oh yeah, i forgot to mention that i didn't know how to play pusoy dos too. So once again, merce and mio said, "E.Z.!! I can't believe you don't know how to play Pusoy Dos!!! You're practically missing half of your life man!!!" :) Now it just occured to me...Before I learned how to play Bullshit, I was missing uhmmmm half of my life?? Plus another half since i didn't know how to play Pusoy either. So that means uhmmm (1/2 + 1/2 = uhmmm oh! there! I got it! One whole!!! F*ck man. I've been missing out on&amp;nbsp;LIFE na ata e. (this would be based on what mio and merce&amp;nbsp;said) nax... So&amp;nbsp;at least now i'm&amp;nbsp;having half the time of my life! hahaha talk about&amp;nbsp;exaggeration man! LOL. But it's all cool.&amp;nbsp;I was brutally de-virginized by&amp;nbsp;the two sadists after 20 minutes of playing the game. :P Pero as i said kanina...Ang saraaaap ma-devirginize sa Bullshit. That is one game you should play when you're out drinking with close friends! Gab arrived shortly after our Uber long second game of Bullshit. He ordered his food and proceeded to join us for a game of Bullshit. Hahaha! I wasn't the only Virgin that day after all :P &lt;br /&gt;We had to explain the rules of Bullshit to Gab&amp;nbsp;for a "few" minutes. He somehow caught on...I think...hehe We played for two hours straight! grabe man! It was really really fun. Pakshet! We kept on laughing&amp;nbsp;loudly that people started staring at us na in Pancake house. But to Hell with them. We were just an "innocent" group of teens out to have fun. We paid our cheque then decided to&amp;nbsp;move out to Starbux when it was around 3pm. We stayed in&amp;nbsp;Starbux for like an hour just sittin' down watching people and sharing stories with each another.&amp;nbsp;Mang Winston joined us the whole time :)&amp;nbsp;There I met Mike. An Atenista too. He was cool and all. It's a good thing Mio and&amp;nbsp;Gab knew him cuz i didn't. I found out na he was my&amp;nbsp;neighbor pala. oohh. That's new. After a few minutes of doing nothing but chatting with Mang Winston we decided to head to mio's place to watch a movie. The Exorcist to be&amp;nbsp;precise.&amp;nbsp;When we arrived at mio's, Ala and Nino were in the Den so we politely "shooed" them away so we could watch the movie. (Sama talaga&amp;nbsp;namin. Sorry!! :P)&amp;nbsp;Mio started being chicken again...Haynako mio... You're almost 16, yet you're still afraid of uhmmm almost anything?? Loko lang. Peace mehn. SO anyways,&amp;nbsp;we started watching the film. It was kind of scary. After a few minutes of "horror" we decided to stop&amp;nbsp;watching. Not because it was&amp;nbsp;getting creepy but because of all the damn needles&amp;nbsp;in the show! I mean, G*d almighty! How many times do they need to stick her with those things!!! I cringe at the very sight of those damn hypodermic watchamacalit&amp;nbsp;needle thingies. Merce got grossed out too.&amp;nbsp;We then decided to chat with Mang Winston outside&amp;nbsp;muna cuz&amp;nbsp;we were getting restless.&amp;nbsp;hehe...Umalis nalang din kami from mio's cuz we were getting&amp;nbsp;a bit bored narin. Nag-Joy-ride kami around our small village. Az in ikot lang kami ng ikot. We kept on making ikot the village to death.&amp;nbsp;Thankfully, Astro was there to lighten our mood. Sadly, Gab had to leave us cuz his mum was raising hell na raw. Kawawa naman&amp;nbsp;Gab.&amp;nbsp;I dropped him&amp;nbsp;off near our main guardhouse so he could walk to KFC. I mean i couldn't very well take him there cuz my car was bawal. Thursday kasi&amp;nbsp;and the MPV's plate&amp;nbsp;ended with an 8 so malas lang kami. After he left, Me, mio and Merce spontaneously thought of buying "Crimson Stallion". Haha I bought some at a nearby store for a few bucks. Grabe! ang saya! We&amp;nbsp;parked ourselves near a "Church" and proceeded to gulp down our Crimson Stallions. Wahooo!!! We were in heaven! It tasted soooo goood. ahhh... We continued&amp;nbsp;talking to Mang Winston too. My whole world was&amp;nbsp;starting to collapse na after one enormous bottle of Crimson Stallion. Ahhh... We bought Chich-a-rone too to&amp;nbsp;help remove the aftertaste of our drink. It was all good, clean fun...ULUL!!! We kept on playin' Astro the whole time. We planned a lot today. We'll be having a gimmick soon. First one in&amp;nbsp;Makati then one in Ala-BANG! :P It'll be this Saturday. Sana it'll push through. I'm really glad to have met new buds to hang out with. It's really refreshing. Plus I'm glad mio won't be leaving for Australia next year. I'd sure hate to lose an uber close friend like him man. E.J. and Marla joined us&amp;nbsp;at around 5pm na. Sayang man. They should've come sooner. They missed a lot.&amp;nbsp;They also had some Crimson Stallions when they got in the car. We had more Chich-a-Rones courtesy of Merce :) We plan to buy the Lapid's type&amp;nbsp;this Saturday. We'll invite Mang Winston as well :) it won't be the same without the guy. Asteeg.&amp;nbsp;We played Sting and Thumb Wrestling after our Astro session and I Love You More Today Than Yesterday session:). I beat all of em hahaha. Yabang. Marla was a tough one to beat. Waw. She was pretty strong. Merce gave my right ring finger a blood clot coz of her "squeeze-and-scratch-E.Z.'s-finger-coz-he-won't-let-me-win-at-thumb-wrestling" manuever. oww... It has a weird lump now tuloy... :/ oww...oww... hehe No one won coz both our hands were so pasmado. Rematch!!! Anyways,&amp;nbsp;we left for mio's place again after that Crimson Stallion session. It was nearing 7pm na so we had to get going na. Most of us had to go&amp;nbsp;home narin cuz we&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;have class tomorrow... Damn... Sana weekend na. The day ended with me dropping marla and merce home and me, mio and ej eating at sweet inspirations. Hehe, i kind of screwed with EJ's and Mio's&amp;nbsp;brains for an hour or so using some weird and funky psychology technique. It was hilarious. hayy....Today rocked... :P Enjoy&amp;nbsp;pare...enjoy talaga...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &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/7040083-109292890888091035?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/109292890888091035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=109292890888091035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109292890888091035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109292890888091035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-rocked-i-lo-ho-hove-quezon-city.html' title='Today Rocked!!! I Lo-ho-hove Quezon City Day!!!'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-109101870187787444</id><published>2004-07-16T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T21:28:43.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish You'd Drop DEAD!!!</title><content type='html'>You know who you are!! I'm getting pretty amazed at how much you can piss me off... I've had it up to here na. Seriously... I mean, &lt;a href="mailto:PUT@ANGIN"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PUT@ANGIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@ pare!!!!! Don't you have any respect whatsoever??? Grabe ka na ah... Oh sure E.Z. there are more girls better looking than her out there. F*ck off man. I'd have socked you a long time ago if we weren't "friends" before..You smug son-of-a-bitch... Tapos you expect me to want to talk to you??? Holy mother of God MaN!!! Like F*ckin-A???!!!! Where'd your common sense wander off to? Perhaps you should've known the risks involved when you decided to go after her noh? Fine, you chose her over our so-called friendship. Too bad. We had a thin going na sana. Don't you dare think that I'll ever forgive you ever!! I wish you'd crawl back to the hole from where you came from. You friggin' loner. And don't you dare try to find sympathy from my real best friend. You know, Jaycee was right after all. I should've listened to him sooner. You're too busy oogling chicks and girls that you forget the other people around you. You're really a selfish bastard...You be thankful I'm not gonna get physical with you yet. I'll smash your face to a pulp the next time i see it even smirk at me. You watch out... Grabe... ang kapal talaga ng mukha mo...At least I know now who my real friends are...Too bad I have to bid farewell to the pathetic piece of human being i once called a friend. And oh yeah...No wonder SHE left you. It'd be a disaster if you two were "together" you naive little f*ck! I'd pity her. I mean to have such a pitiful piece of society's trash for her boyfriend. Dream on.. She f*cking deserves better... You better shape up you piece of sh*t! See you around... (hah! Like I'd like that...geezz..) You sicken me! &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/7040083-109101870187787444?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/109101870187787444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=109101870187787444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109101870187787444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/109101870187787444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-wish-youd-drop-dead.html' title='I Wish You&apos;d Drop DEAD!!!'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-108998588639046336</id><published>2004-07-16T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T21:51:26.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have finally learned....</title><content type='html'>After 2 whole years of telling myself I still love her....I've finally come to my senses. It hurts knowing the person you've been longing for all this time is still in love with that "significant other"... It really bites man. but thankfully.. "I was brought to my senses. I was blind but now I can see. Every sign post in nature once said that you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;belonged to me." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the song I've been listening to was right all along.. It's only in my dreams where i can be with you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laging nawawala &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laging naghahanap sayo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walang magagawa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laging naghihintay sayo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kulayan mo ngayon&amp;nbsp;aking mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bigyan liwanag at buhay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi inaasahang sapitin&amp;nbsp;ito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Langit sa gitna ng yakap mo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa panaginip lang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanging wala kang kapantay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa panaginip lang &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanging walang kapantay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walang katulad pa sarap ng ating pagsasama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanging ligaya ka &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laman ng isip ko sa tuwina...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kulayan mo ngayon aking mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bigyan liwanag at buhay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi inaasahang sapitin&amp;nbsp;ito &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Langit sa gitna ng yakap mo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kapag nagdidilim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naghihintay parin ako &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kahit na sa panaginip lang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nananabik parin ang puso ko... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Why is life so cruel? Its so frustrating geeezzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-108998588639046336?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/108998588639046336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=108998588639046336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/108998588639046336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/108998588639046336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-have-finally-learned.html' title='I have finally learned....'/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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-7040083.post-108663084166559567</id><published>2004-06-08T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T01:54:01.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm it seems I'm not worthy of having a blog. Dammit. It's only my second time to post. I'm just plain lazy I guess. ahhh....Summer is literally slipping my grasp. I can't believe it's back to school. augh! i can't take this shit anymore. so much homework, long tests, quizzes, projects....Geez..I'm in fourth year na finally. I can't believe i made it. it's already 1:45am but i'm still up. talk about adrenaline rush. I just came from Megamall. I watched TROY!!!...Again..but I don't mind. It's a really great movie. Awesome special effects, fight scenes and buffed guys made this film rock (haha, geez man, Brad Pitt is like 40 but F**** man..look at that ripped body) one day...I too will get that body..HAHAHA (ya right, like when I'm 40 too..) Dream on...anyways, I also just came from subic. I was with my mum, bro and my sis-in-law. We had fun even though it was raining cats and dogs and the roads were flooded. I ate a lot..( what's new with that?) haha.. Most of our time was spent indoors cuz of that dumbass storm. But man, it was freaky. I felt like i was experiencing the same scenario like in the movie "Day after Tomorrow". I won't forget Cubi Point. That place is a dead spot. Subic should do something about it. That PAyumo dude kasi. I saw him in Sakura havin' dinner with his cohorts. :) He was kinda mayabang. Typical politician.. enough of him! hmmm let's see... what else did I do there?? I didn't shop naman..well..I'm too sleepy na to complete this post so I'll end it here na. Hahaha, no one will want to read this blog o mine. its sooo gulo.. Walang organized train of thought. ciao! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7040083-108663084166559567?l=meckam86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/feeds/108663084166559567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7040083&amp;postID=108663084166559567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/108663084166559567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040083/posts/default/108663084166559567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meckam86.blogspot.com/2004/06/hmmm-it-seems-im-not-worthy-of-having.html' title=''/><author><name>E.Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367328533277601181</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>
