<?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-16356407</id><updated>2012-02-08T13:27:46.464+08:00</updated><category term='Love and Hatred'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Happenings'/><category term='Reflections'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Rants and Raves</title><subtitle type='html'>See no evil.&lt;br&gt;Speak no evil.&lt;br&gt; Hear no evil. &lt;br&gt;Do no evil.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Simply me. Simply &lt;b&gt;rYe&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-8267718466637542347</id><published>2012-02-08T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T13:27:46.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Five simple rules to be happy</title><content type='html'>1. Free your heart from hatred. &lt;br /&gt;2. Free your mind from worries. &lt;br /&gt;3. Live simply. &lt;br /&gt;4. Give more. &lt;br /&gt;5. Expect less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-8267718466637542347?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/8267718466637542347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=8267718466637542347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/8267718466637542347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/8267718466637542347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2012/02/five-simple-rules-to-be-happy.html' title='Five simple rules to be happy'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-1103655335460418071</id><published>2012-01-10T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T13:48:22.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Hatred'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never leave something good to find better, because once you realize you had the best, the best has found better. -- iloveruffag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-1103655335460418071?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/1103655335460418071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=1103655335460418071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/1103655335460418071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/1103655335460418071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2012/01/never-leave-something-good-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-1011509445996913926</id><published>2012-01-07T05:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T05:46:13.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Hatred'/><title type='text'>Pain and Suffering...</title><content type='html'>“if pain must come, may it come quickly. because i have a life to live, and i need to live it in the best possible. if he has to make a choice, may he make it now. then i will either wait for him or forget him. waiting is painful. forgetting is painful. but not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-1011509445996913926?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/1011509445996913926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=1011509445996913926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/1011509445996913926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/1011509445996913926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2012/01/pain-and-suffering.html' title='Pain and Suffering...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-8475183848841063015</id><published>2012-01-07T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T04:11:06.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Hatred'/><title type='text'>I'll never find someone like you...</title><content type='html'>Moments ago, I was playing Adele's "Someone Like You" in A Major on the piano. I couldn't help but sing the lyrics out loud as I play. Midway through the piece, tears started to trickle down my eye and then it started to flow uncontrollably. I continued my singing and playing until the very last note. My heart and soul realizing every note and words of the song. The pain. I just wish it would just go away. I'll just never find someone like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-8475183848841063015?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/8475183848841063015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=8475183848841063015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/8475183848841063015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/8475183848841063015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-never-find-someone-like-you.html' title='I&apos;ll never find someone like you...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-4557298813799012435</id><published>2012-01-06T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:18:26.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Many Fish in the Sea</title><content type='html'>In the past few weeks, in response to the my attitude towards my recently concluded relationship, my friends have been telling me to snap out of it as there are "may fish in the ocean". Again, it's all a matter of perspective. There may be many fish in the ocean but once you get the catch of the day, you shouldn't let go of it. There's a possibility of reeling in something bigger or better, but there's no assurance on that. There's a chance of hooking up something bigger but your line can't suppport the catch, cutting off the line and damaging the reel permanently. It's a matter of being happy and content with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of relationships, oftentimes we hear our friends tell us that cliche. I'd agree to the reality that definitely, there are things better out there in the vast ocean. Something I've learned in the past. Relationships don't work because of that mentality. Instead of being content with what you have, people always strive for someone better. Instead of resolving conflicts, the tendency is for other people to easily give up and seek someone else. Someone better. A natural tendency perhaps. People oftentimes oversee that they already have the perfect catch -- the best catch they could possibly have in their lifetime. And upon realization that they've let go of it, regret sinks in. Despair and frustration as result of that abrupt decision. Frustrated and hoping that our line hooks the same fish again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspective wise, we may be the fisherman, or we may be the fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-4557298813799012435?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/4557298813799012435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=4557298813799012435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/4557298813799012435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/4557298813799012435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2012/01/many-fish-in-sea.html' title='Many Fish in the Sea'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-3814977295939731853</id><published>2012-01-02T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:41:26.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>An Online Quiz...</title><content type='html'>And since I'm in the mood to answer questions, I'd answer all these though this reblog shouldn't work this way. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1: What was the first thing you did in 2012?&lt;/strong&gt; Fireworks Photography. Will post my shots in the upcoming days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2: Do you think we will really all die this year? &lt;/strong&gt;I hope so. haha. Just kidding. We have to be optimistic this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3: What was the best thing that happened to you in 2011?&lt;/strong&gt; Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4: What was the worst?&lt;/strong&gt; Demise of my beloved grandmother, failing health, and the recent break-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5: How many people did you kiss in 2011?&lt;/strong&gt; Three - My Mom, My Grandma, and a special someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6: What do you want to happen this year?&lt;/strong&gt; To finally find the right person for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7: What are your 2012 goals?&lt;/strong&gt; To be a better person in all aspects of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8: Tell us something that we might find surprising about your 2011.&lt;/strong&gt; Uhm. I'd rather not tell. hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9: What do you want to happen this year that didn’t happen last year? &lt;/strong&gt;Visit my dream destinations (except for the El Nido / PP Trip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10: Have you made any new friends yet this year?&lt;/strong&gt; Tons in just a matter of days through friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11: Is there any body modifications planned for this year? (i.e. piercings, tattoos, hair dye, etc).&lt;/strong&gt; Hair dye, new haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12: What was the first thing you bought in 2012?&lt;/strong&gt; Airline tickets to Boracay, Tagbilaran, and Cebu. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13: What did you hate about 2011?&lt;/strong&gt; Hurt, pain, confusion, death, goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14: What was the most interesting thing to happen this year so far?&lt;/strong&gt; Secret! It's brewing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15: Tell us a secret about 2011.&lt;/strong&gt; Uhm, It'll no longer be a secret if I post it here. lolz.  -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16: What is your name, age and location?&lt;/strong&gt; Ryan, 27, Ciudad de Quezon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17: What is your hair colour?&lt;/strong&gt; Naturally dark brown but I dye it black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18: What is your eye colour?&lt;/strong&gt; Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19: What is your heritage?&lt;/strong&gt; Fil-Span-Chi. But the latter two are recessive. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20: Are you single this year? &lt;/strong&gt;I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21: Do you want to be in a relationship this year?&lt;/strong&gt; Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22: How many siblings do you have?&lt;/strong&gt; Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23: Will you be having any more?&lt;/strong&gt; I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24: Any children of your own?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25: Will you be getting married this year?&lt;/strong&gt; Uhm... I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26: What is your sexual orientation?&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27: What is your height? &lt;/strong&gt;5'6"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28: What is your weight?&lt;/strong&gt; From 112lbs last year, I'm now 125 lbs. huhuhu  -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29: Have you had sex so far this year?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30: How many times did you have sex last year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31: Do you shave your neither regions?&lt;/strong&gt; Trim. (talagang sinagot? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32: What’s your dirtiest secret?&lt;/strong&gt; It's dirty! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33: Do you shower every day?&lt;/strong&gt; Definitely! twice a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34: Do you masturbate? &lt;/strong&gt;It's against the religious principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35: Do you drink/smoke?&lt;/strong&gt; Drink no mas. Fumar, si!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36: Do you do drugs?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37: Did you do anything illegal in 2011 and if so, what was it? &lt;/strong&gt;Nah. Goodboy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38: What about 2012?&lt;/strong&gt; Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39: How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?&lt;/strong&gt; 1 second. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-3814977295939731853?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/3814977295939731853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=3814977295939731853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/3814977295939731853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/3814977295939731853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2012/01/online-quiz.html' title='An Online Quiz...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-5548533015225790274</id><published>2012-01-02T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:15:56.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>2012. Day 2.</title><content type='html'>Started the year by having a blast with my inner self. I heeded a friend's advice to try having a personal time alone and boy, he's right! I enjoyed every single moment of it. After work, I had a massage at a spa near the office. Wasn't expecting that it'll be the best massage that I've had so far in my life. And to those with malicious minds, it's a clean massage. No hanky panky. I got relieved of physical stress that have been contained in my system in weeks. The tension eased and my clouded and distracted mind seemed to have relaxed and cleared up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to treat myself to dinner. Nothing fancy as I was craving for one of my recent comfort food - Special lamb chelo kabab and a tall glass of Watermelon shake at Kabab Korner. I devoured everything in less than five minutes. Talk about my increasing apetite. I then spent the rest of evening watching NBA at the same restaurant. Would you believe... NBA. haha. 'twas fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually planning to have crepe for desert at the nearby crepe store but decided to go home instead. Kinda excited to start reading the e-book I downloaded last night -- "The hunger games". Heard that it's quite similar to the epic Battle Royale flick. Will start flipping through the pages once I'm done listing the stuff that I'm gonna buy this weekend for the upcoming beachscapade. I'm really looking forward to that trip with my bessie and a friend. I'm happy that I was able to book the flight and make the necessary resort reservation for that trip. Chinese New Year in Boracay!!! Woot! Had to cancel the Maldives trip on the same date for this. I'd prefer to have friends around than being alone on a beach island on a foreign land with no one to talk to. Though that would be a good idea for having a sound conversation with my inner self. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-5548533015225790274?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/5548533015225790274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=5548533015225790274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5548533015225790274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5548533015225790274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-day-2.html' title='2012. Day 2.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-2276442109669570557</id><published>2012-01-01T04:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:45:13.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Things to do this 2012 (part 1)</title><content type='html'>1. Start serious blogging. I will create new blogs to reclaim the composition skills that I have had way back before. My writing skills have become quite stagnant for some time now. vocabulary and grammar techniques have deteriorated over time. I will have to rebuild my reputation on philosophical takes on current trends and humor in the Philippine society. LOLz. Applied philosophy and sociology once again in a non-academic approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn how to sing. I love singing but the microphone and songs don’t love me back. This translates to more videoke sessions and perhaps hiring a professional vocal coach. I’ve had enough being off tune. I have to sound better than screeching cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Improve on my piano playing and song arrangement skills. Gotta have my keyboards fixed as soon as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Start diving. PADI beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Visit the places that I’ve been dying to visit. Obviously, beaches - Maldives, Amanpulo, Carribean, Alaska, South America. I need to figure out how to earn enough dough to visit these places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Indulge myself in photography. I know I’m a lot better than those aspiring self-acclaimed photographers out there. This is the year for me to get back in the scene. I totally gave up photography in 2011. Will splurge on equipments again this year. Will focus on landscape and underwater photography this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Quit smoking. Simply put. I was able to successfully quit drinking in 2011. I have to have the inner strength to overcome smoking this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Gain weight and tone my body. Having 6-pack abs isn’t enough. I need to gain weight. more mass. i want to be beyond toned. Welcome me back with open arms once again Gold’s gym. We’ll see each other more frequent this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Read. read. Read. Enough with the classics. I will try another literary genre. Enough with online games. time to immerse myself in literature this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Participate in social work. I want to do my part in social responsibility. I have to figure out a way to contribute without risking my fragile health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Change my image. I’m planning to dispose of my whole wardrobe and totally change my style for this year. Let’s see. I have tons of new friends in the fashion industry to help me out on this matter. I want to project a fun, laid-back yuppie image. I’m also planning of changing my hairstyle this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Pamper myself. More spa. spa. spa. spa. I’ve been stressed most of 2011 in all aspects of life. It’s time to recover from all these things. I’ve gotta pamper myself! yeah boi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Start my business. It’s been in the drawing board in the past few years but haven’t gotten a chance to actually put it into work. Gotta make wise investments and get that money moving to sustain the things that I wanna do in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Learn a new sport. Not that I’m tired of swimming, bowling, soccer, and table tennis. I’ve gotta develop physical endurance. Thinking of biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it for now. Sandman’s knocking at my door. Goodnight world and happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-2276442109669570557?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/2276442109669570557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=2276442109669570557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/2276442109669570557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/2276442109669570557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-to-do-this-2012-part-1.html' title='Things to do this 2012 (part 1)'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-5161284979047489582</id><published>2011-08-21T03:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T03:11:29.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Rico...</title><content type='html'>"Ang love parang Rico... Minsan Blanco, minsan Puno. At minsan, hindi mo lang alam, Yan na pala..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-5161284979047489582?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/5161284979047489582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=5161284979047489582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5161284979047489582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5161284979047489582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2011/08/rico.html' title='Rico...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-6741180457686372376</id><published>2010-11-22T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:13:03.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Food Trip Destination: Baang Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;An early evening night out with my Friends at Baang Coffee Tomas Morato. Ordered my usual favorites:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Monte Cristo Sandwich and Chicken Cordon Bleu (c/o Pow), accompanied by a Tall order of Death by Chocolate and a slice of Banapple pie for dessert.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TOlSXdStaPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5c0gwNJIhXA/s1600/IMG_3360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TOlSXdStaPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5c0gwNJIhXA/s400/IMG_3360.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Monte Cristo Sandwich.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TOlSaiMV0qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/aOOYuJx8KR0/s1600/IMG_3364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TOlSaiMV0qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/aOOYuJx8KR0/s400/IMG_3364.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Chicken Cordon Bleu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TOlSbeq9XNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GyW37U53aAA/s1600/IMG_3369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TOlSbeq9XNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GyW37U53aAA/s400/IMG_3369.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Banapple Pie&amp;nbsp;&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/16356407-6741180457686372376?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/6741180457686372376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=6741180457686372376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/6741180457686372376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/6741180457686372376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2010/11/food-trip-destination-baang-coffee.html' title='Food Trip Destination: Baang Coffee'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TOlSXdStaPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5c0gwNJIhXA/s72-c/IMG_3360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-283377725049665919</id><published>2010-09-15T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T15:59:26.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Corporate Policies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TJB8fRAvc_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/2T8J9otXQKQ/s1600/27169_340954221989_573331989_4239987_6679432_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TJB8fRAvc_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/2T8J9otXQKQ/s640/27169_340954221989_573331989_4239987_6679432_n.jpg" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;What if your office issues new corporate policies such as these? Insane indeed! For the win! Click on the image above to view the whole image.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-283377725049665919?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/283377725049665919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=283377725049665919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/283377725049665919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/283377725049665919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2010/09/corporate-policies.html' title='Corporate Policies'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TJB8fRAvc_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/2T8J9otXQKQ/s72-c/27169_340954221989_573331989_4239987_6679432_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-5818793634933029439</id><published>2010-09-15T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T00:02:01.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Lovers In Pares</title><content type='html'>Last night, my partner and I were discussing over phone on our plans for our monthsary meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TI-cNiXqXlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tmRri7w3qgc/s1600/beef_pares.jpg_320_320_0_9223372036854775000_0_1_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TI-cNiXqXlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tmRri7w3qgc/s200/beef_pares.jpg_320_320_0_9223372036854775000_0_1_0.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan:&lt;/b&gt; San tayo sa Wednesday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burrby&lt;/b&gt;: Ikaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan:&lt;/b&gt; Hmm. sa pares na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burrby:&lt;/b&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan:&lt;/b&gt; Alam mo kung bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burrby:&lt;/b&gt; Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan:&lt;/b&gt; Para masabing "Lovers in Pares" tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burrby:&lt;/b&gt; *uncontrollable laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corny to the nth level. One of those spontaneous hirits from yours truly. But in fairness, bumenta sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo credit to djbrixx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-5818793634933029439?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/5818793634933029439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=5818793634933029439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5818793634933029439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5818793634933029439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2010/09/lovers-in-pares.html' title='Lovers In Pares'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TI-cNiXqXlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tmRri7w3qgc/s72-c/beef_pares.jpg_320_320_0_9223372036854775000_0_1_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-1950632020504453243</id><published>2010-09-14T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:52:22.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Bitter Ocampo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TI-ZtlouvdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/O5-uy2bsChU/s1600/2831071980_bcddac849f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TI-ZtlouvdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/O5-uy2bsChU/s320/2831071980_bcddac849f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bitter Ocampo -- A filipino gay linggo referring to sour graping people. Derived from a popular actor's name (Deither Ocampo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While browsing PinoyExchange.com earlier, I stumbled upon this particular image on discussion thread. A literal visual interpretation of Bitter Ocampo. Diether Ocampo on the body of a bitter melon (Momordica Charantia Linn). ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit goes to the owner of this image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-1950632020504453243?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/1950632020504453243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=1950632020504453243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/1950632020504453243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/1950632020504453243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2010/09/bitter-ocampo.html' title='Bitter Ocampo'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/TI-ZtlouvdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/O5-uy2bsChU/s72-c/2831071980_bcddac849f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-4444197090006790827</id><published>2010-04-23T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:25:10.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>100 ways to say Fuck You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/S9CUMdKdFoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8F-HjNT6dvk/s1600/100waysFuck+You.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/S9CUMdKdFoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8F-HjNT6dvk/s640/100waysFuck+You.jpg" width="467" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Funny that one of the first few words that we learn from foreign languages are cuss words aside from the usual "Hello", "Good Morning", "Good Evening", and &amp;nbsp;"I Love You". I stumbled upon this particular image while I was blog hopping. This is the ultimate guide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;But I beg to disagree with the Filipino translation. It should not equate to &lt;i&gt;Putang Ina&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Son of a Bitch&lt;/i&gt; may be a more appropriate english translation for&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Putang Ina&lt;/i&gt;. But the heck! I’m fine with it. It sounds better than &lt;i&gt;Kantutin Kita&lt;/i&gt; and it sounds more "malutong" .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;It's kinda weird that &lt;i&gt;Putang Ina&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is highlighted compared to the other translations. Perhaps it's widely used across the globe as Filipinos are in the every corner of this planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-4444197090006790827?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/4444197090006790827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=4444197090006790827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/4444197090006790827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/4444197090006790827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2010/04/100-ways-to-say-fuck-you.html' title='100 ways to say Fuck You'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/S9CUMdKdFoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8F-HjNT6dvk/s72-c/100waysFuck+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-6141221432938493863</id><published>2010-04-23T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T01:15:43.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Coron, Palawan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/S9CEHw4FzEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s97oeNal2CI/s1600/3671785299_359be6659b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/S9CEHw4FzEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s97oeNal2CI/s400/3671785299_359be6659b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Here’s a postcard I shot from our Coron trip last year. I fell in love with natural beauty of the place the first time I got there — breathtaking views, virgin white sand beaches, clear water, fresh seafood, friendly people, watersports, and more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;I’m planning to visit the Calamian group of islands in northern palawan again this May. I hope that the weather will cooperate this time. Last year, we were stuck in the middle of Siete Picados during a storm. Traumatic. Tara! Byahe na!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-6141221432938493863?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/6141221432938493863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=6141221432938493863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/6141221432938493863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/6141221432938493863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2010/04/coron-palawan.html' title='Coron, Palawan'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/S9CEHw4FzEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s97oeNal2CI/s72-c/3671785299_359be6659b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-2764645476752403137</id><published>2010-04-09T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T02:22:02.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Why do cars always break down on flyovers or in narrow roads?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;That's one of the mysteries that I have been trying to figure out. Often times, these traffic incidents cause major traffic -- a terrible headache for motorists. Perhaps it's just a series of coincidental events or there may be a paranormal explanation for that. What do you think? Why on flyovers, in narrow roads, or in bottleneck areas?!?&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/16356407-2764645476752403137?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/2764645476752403137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=2764645476752403137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/2764645476752403137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/2764645476752403137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-do-cars-always-break-down-on.html' title='Why do cars always break down on flyovers or in narrow roads?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-6799966357652031101</id><published>2010-04-08T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T02:23:52.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>“Para kang ipis. Natatakot ako sa tuwing lilipad ka.”</title><content type='html'>En route back to GMA from the ingress at SMX, 2ns tuned in to LSFM as a true kapuso. And Papa Dan's on air (whatta heck of a show. so funny)! Heard the aforementioned quote in tonight's broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Dan: Ano ang sasabihin mo kay Michelle ngayong alam mong lilipad pala sya paalis ng bansa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy1: *moment of silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Dan: Hindi ka marunong sumagot eh. *states the quote above*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic! ROFTL! Sobrang bumenta sa akin that I can't stop laughing at that moment. I'm gonna use this hirit one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-6799966357652031101?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/6799966357652031101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=6799966357652031101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/6799966357652031101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/6799966357652031101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2010/04/para-kang-ipis-natatakot-ako-sa-tuwing.html' title='“Para kang ipis. Natatakot ako sa tuwing lilipad ka.”'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-5150834843120826362</id><published>2010-04-05T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T03:05:18.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Paranormal encounter in the house</title><content type='html'>I've had another freaky paranormal encounter. This time, inside our beloved home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Black Saturday. The rest of the household went ahead to the chapel to hear the easter vigil mass. I was left alone at as I had some urgent matters to attend to. After finishing what I need to do, I took a quick shower and hurriedly dressed up to be on time for the mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down the stairs, the door of my grandmother's room slowly opened with this eerie squeak. I stopped for a moment to assess if there's a burglar in the house. But apparently, there's none. I started walking down again then suddenly, the door slammed close. I went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water then had the guts to check out the room. There's no one inside. The windows are closed thus the wind couldn't be the culprit. Freaked out, I immediately left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't end there. When I was locking the front gate, I heard the door of my parent's room open and close similar to what happened earlier. I stood still. It couldn't be the wind as the windows of my parents room are all closed. It couldn't be a household member or a burglar as there's no one inside the house. So what else could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my siblings about this while ago only to confirm that they also had the similar encounters within the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-5150834843120826362?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/5150834843120826362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=5150834843120826362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5150834843120826362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5150834843120826362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2010/04/paranormal-encounter-in-house.html' title='Paranormal encounter in the house'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-5724414785575515819</id><published>2010-04-04T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:22:38.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>on security checkpoints</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0d95pjLQa1qbnrkq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0d95pjLQa1qbnrkq.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it in malls, the MRT, or any establishments, I still can't dig the purpose of the security checkpoints. The security guards are being paid for merely opening the bags of the masses and making dutdot the stuff inside the back with&amp;nbsp;their magical wands ala harry potter -- "wingardium leviosa". As if they are actually checking the items inside the bags. Restricted items won't float and reveal themselves just by poking random items inside the bag with the stick.&lt;br /&gt;Kakainis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a _mce_href="http://www.life.com/image/1537501" href="http://www.life.com/image/1537501" style="color: #007bff;"&gt;http://www.life.com/image/1537501&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-5724414785575515819?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/5724414785575515819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=5724414785575515819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5724414785575515819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5724414785575515819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-security-checkpoints.html' title='on security checkpoints'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-1947431910139928227</id><published>2010-04-03T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:21:19.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>on coffee shops...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0d9afKllk1qbnrkq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0d9afKllk1qbnrkq.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at Coffeebean now with my siblings for a little bonding moment.&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought: I can't still get the point why people are hooked up buying overpriced coffee. More than a hundred bucks for a cup of coffee? For me that's impractical. I'd rather spend that amount on food or other necessities. But the heck. That's their money. Perhaps I'm just not a fan of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credit:&amp;nbsp;http://wwff.wordpress.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-1947431910139928227?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/1947431910139928227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=1947431910139928227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/1947431910139928227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/1947431910139928227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-coffee-shops.html' title='on coffee shops...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-4261169006704851642</id><published>2010-04-02T04:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T02:24:43.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>B.O.R.E.D</title><content type='html'>Stuck at home this holy week. Aside from fulfilling my holy obligations and entertaining a few work-related calls and SMS, I have nothing else to do. I might as well spend the free time that I have in organizing all my stuff -- my closet, book collection, mp3 collection, and photography portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case this obsessive-compulsiveness adrenaline runs off my veins, I have plans of baking cookies (yes! after more than a year of not baking anything at all!), play the piano or have a movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this strong urge within me to go out with my friends but good luck with that! I doubt it if there's an establishment where I could possibly hang out. Definitely, I'm stuck here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-4261169006704851642?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/4261169006704851642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=4261169006704851642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/4261169006704851642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/4261169006704851642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2010/04/bored.html' title='B.O.R.E.D'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-8940630080168145338</id><published>2009-10-11T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:42:23.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Ondoy's Wrath</title><content type='html'>Exactly two Saturdays ago was definitely a time of my life -- the day that I feared that could have been the end of me being  at the wrong place at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have headed straight home after having a little snack at Coffeebean Tomas Morato. But I decided to drop by Viktor's and the flash flood happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9am, Flood water start seeping through the front door. It was waist level in a matter of minutes. When I looked out from the terrace, my car was already two feet submerged in water. It's useless to have some people push it to safety as I won't be able to start the car.  I can't also risk exposing the open wound I got on my foot the night before in flood water. I was just praying that the rain would stop and that the flood would subside but Lo! the rain just kept on pouring and pouring and the flood water kept on rising and rising. It pains me to see my baby Maddy (my auto) drowning in flood water. Eventually, she transformed into a submarine and dove approximately 15 feet underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the water continued to rise, I helped Vik salvage some stuff from the ground floor of the residence. The main switch was turned off to avoid the risk of electrocution. Water level kept on rising and rising. When I noticed that it's only three plight away before the water levels with the second floor, I told him that we need to start packing just in case we need to evacuate.  I searched for flotation devices and waterproof containers to encase the necessities. Found a floating coleman in the flood water, had it dried then stashed our cellphones, wallets and keys inside then sealed it with a small rubber ball making it buoyant and waterproof. Dried clothes were packed along with some biscuits, a bottle of water, and alcohol in a plastic container which Viktor eventually used as his flotation device.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water level continued to rise and we had to create an evacuation plan. We can't swim from the terrace the the lamp posts are still lit up - it's either we get electrocuted by the live wires or get wounded by the barbed wire and 'bubog' on the fence. Looked around and saw a higher ground - the abandoned house at the back of his room (Later to find out that a family was murdered in that hourse). I called home and told my sister of what's happening and our contingency plans just in case we need to evacuate. tears tricked down my eyes as I'm not certain if that's gonna be the last time I'm gonna talk to my family. After deciding on our plan, We removed the window panes and started jumping into the flood water in order to get to the higher ledge. All wet and cold, we stayed there for like ten to fifteen minutes.  We assessed other options just in case we need to get to another higher ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the water keeps on rising, our last option was to swim towards the abandoned condominium in front of their house. It's either we stayed where we were and get electrocuted once the water touches the live wires or risk our lives by swimming to safety. It's either we get there safely,  towed by the current, or drown in the attempt. We braved the almost 15 feet flood at that time and got there safely. We stayed at the 2nd flood business center changed into dry clothes, cleansed our wounds and then rested. At around 5 or 6 pm. water level still keep on rising. Another three plights of stairs then we're gonna be sealed off the rest of the building. We had to wade into the flood water again in darkness (only with a cellphone to light our path to where we should be headed). We settled at the 5th flood to rest and wait for the flood water to subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stuck with families from the squatters area who got displaced by the flood. Changed into dry clothes and then ate the food we packed up. Gad! They were too damn noisy. As much as I would to rest, I can't fall asleep after what had happened. Flood water finally subsided at around 5am. We waded into a knee-deep flood to find something to eat. We thought Mc Do would be opened but apparently, it was closed. We ended up buying drinks at 711. and from there, I called home for my dad to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adopted Viktor for the night as he has no place to rest given that his home was submerged in water. We cleaned ourseleves up, had breakfast and then took some rest. I drove him home at around 4pm that Sunday to get the stuff I left at his pad and at the same time, check on my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car was a total disaster. there was still water inside and it's all covered in mud and oil. The problem of having it towed and fix is another story. But the hell! I survived the deluge and it built character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: Reflections on this catastrophe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-8940630080168145338?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/8940630080168145338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=8940630080168145338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/8940630080168145338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/8940630080168145338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2009/10/ondoys-wrath.html' title='Ondoy&apos;s Wrath'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-7056664408729874664</id><published>2009-06-09T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:44:00.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarantined! Thanks to A(H1N1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our office issued an official memo that all employees travelling abroad will have to take a 10-day quarantine period upon their return to the country. It's either the employee uses his remaining vacation leave credits or work from home depending on the agreement between him and his department head. In my case, I will have to work from home when I get back from Thailand on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Si1N1RmbloI/AAAAAAAAADU/JSW3VYOYmFY/s1600-h/swine-flu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345013910411646594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Si1N1RmbloI/AAAAAAAAADU/JSW3VYOYmFY/s320/swine-flu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many people would think that this is fun. I will be able to do what I want while I'm working at home - watch the DVD, play computer games, etc. Or perhaps work from a coffeeshop or from a friend's house. I'll be able to save up my lunch money and gas allocations given that I will not obliged to leave the house. But being a workaholic, it's gonna be a pain in the ass. Communicating with colleagues would be problematic as most of my tasks revolve around updates, meetings, and visuals. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have another trip in August to Malaysia. Will it be the same? I won't cancel it as I have already paid for my plane ticket, hotel accommodation, and park entrances. I am hoping that by that time, this influenza scare has diminished. Just like SARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A(H1N1) for me is just a normal flu! The media just hyped it up to something very contagious and deadly. Just like common flu, only children and elderly with weak immune system have died of the disease. Methinks that it's a conspiracy to perk up the demand and price of the upcoming vaccine for this. Dengue is even more deadlier and contagious than A(H1N1). WTF with the world governments and media?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-7056664408729874664?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/7056664408729874664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=7056664408729874664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/7056664408729874664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/7056664408729874664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2009/06/quarantined-thanks-to-ah1n1.html' title='Quarantined! Thanks to A(H1N1)'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Si1N1RmbloI/AAAAAAAAADU/JSW3VYOYmFY/s72-c/swine-flu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-3059380428358660213</id><published>2009-05-29T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:50:56.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Med School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7Aqi7mDyI/AAAAAAAAACk/wO3iW75nXz8/s1600-h/Doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340918045271789346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7Aqi7mDyI/AAAAAAAAACk/wO3iW75nXz8/s320/Doctor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently I've been thinking of pursuing a career in Medicine. Not because I want to follow my dad's footsteps and continue his legacy but there's something inside me telling me that partially, I want to be a doctor and that this profession would satisfy my sense of fullfillment. Funny that this thought came from someone with Haemophobia who has this tendency to pass out with a slightest sight of blood. Haha. Well, I have to overcome this fear really really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why now when I'm very happy and stable with my current job and businesses? Even I am still asking myself that question. Time has been wasted. I should have taken a pre-med undergrad course and directly attended med school after that. Yet, I took MIS. I have a wide array of interests - from music, photography, travel, computers, etc. That even with these simple hobbies or interests, I don't know which I should prioritize. Literally I'm in the point of uncertainty in my life. I'm praying that god would help me pinpoint what I really want and what would suit me best as a human person. (yuck. epekto ng ADMU philo and theo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7A3gPnzFI/AAAAAAAAACs/ng7b3Vo05pg/s1600-h/rx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340918267888782418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7A3gPnzFI/AAAAAAAAACs/ng7b3Vo05pg/s320/rx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am I willing to trade my current lifestyle now (Gimiks, Travel, Splurging, etc.) with upcoming years of being a bookworm secluded from the rest of the world with uncertain income? If there's a purpose, why not. With the fact that life is too short, I might as well enjoy my current bachelor life. However, with a purpose, the latter one would later on define my happiness. As what they say, "No pain, no gain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still with being undecided, what I'm going to do is to take the NMAT this December with or without any preparations (Gad! Physics, Chem, Biology, Zoology and Math again!). If I get at least 80% in the exam, I'll push through with med school. Otherwise, this would mean that what I have now is the right field for me. If I get at least 92%, that's UP Intramed for me (Ambisyosong frog). lolz. Will have pray for this for the upcoming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is just a momentary thought that after a few weeks, this want would eventually wane. Let's see about that as even now, I'm still very indecisive about everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-3059380428358660213?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/3059380428358660213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=3059380428358660213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/3059380428358660213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/3059380428358660213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2009/05/med-school.html' title='Med School'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7Aqi7mDyI/AAAAAAAAACk/wO3iW75nXz8/s72-c/Doctor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-3487348734079470360</id><published>2009-05-27T18:24:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:32:56.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>A Twister in Manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh0VVtQbYCI/AAAAAAAAACc/tTZGi3tU9LQ/s1600-h/270520091279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340448195801210914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh0VVtQbYCI/AAAAAAAAACc/tTZGi3tU9LQ/s320/270520091279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh0VMD_SAZI/AAAAAAAAACU/3vgOLoHYDo4/s1600-h/270520091279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340448030104617362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh0VMD_SAZI/AAAAAAAAACU/3vgOLoHYDo4/s320/270520091279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've never seen real tornadoes except on National Geographic Channel and Discovery Channel. Not until this afternoon. I was capture a real one but not this soon and definitely not in Manila! I was on my way to the CR and the ruckus that's going on in our office lobby caught my attention. Syempre, Naki-usi na rin. and WTF, there's this black funnel ravaging the Manila Bay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why these events happen when I don't have my camera with me. Sayang. lolz. The tornado seems small in the pictures. But in person, malaki sya tignan... Photos are courtesy of Ms. Maanne Umandap taken from the 12th floor lobby of the GMA network center.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're pretty lucky na hindi sya lumaki an nawala kaagad. Otherwise, the damage could be very devastating with all the people in Manila off-guard. Syempre, it's inevitable to blame this to global warming or climate change. The signs are everywhere na. We have to take care of our planet na before it's too late. otherwise, we'll be experiencing tons of freaky weather patterns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-3487348734079470360?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/3487348734079470360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=3487348734079470360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/3487348734079470360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/3487348734079470360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2009/05/twister-hits-manila.html' title='A Twister in Manila'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh0VVtQbYCI/AAAAAAAAACc/tTZGi3tU9LQ/s72-c/270520091279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-5729502392901164425</id><published>2009-05-15T04:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:40:49.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Oh My Ghost!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sgx_XeUlKkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gxVuuM95nOw/s1600-h/ghost-story-faceless-eva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335779699780299330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sgx_XeUlKkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gxVuuM95nOw/s320/ghost-story-faceless-eva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just got home a while ago at around 3:45 in the morning after having a late night dinner and catching up over coffee with my Bestie. That routine is quite normal to me on a daily basis with my usual &lt;em&gt;gimiks&lt;/em&gt;. But what happened freaked me out like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was nearing our house, I've noticed that the area is kinda darker than usual -- One of the Meralco lamp posts around our perimeter is dead. That's quite scary with all the trees at the park in front of our house. My mind is starting imagining things as I was parking at my usual spot fronting our gate. I reached out for my office ID and the house keys and then hurriedly picked up my bag and barong from the back of the car. I got out of the car out of anticipation that I'm gonna see something unnatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I locked the door, it was quite inevitable not to look at the direction of the park I've noticed someone in all white. I though that it was just David, my neighbor, in his nursing uniform. I called him to invite him to have a stick of ciggies but he didn't respond. Then out of nowhere, he vanished into the thin air! I rubbed my eyes to double check if I'm just imagining things. I even tried approaching thinking that he just crouched. But Lo! That guy in all white outfit appeared again! &lt;em&gt;Nakngpotah!&lt;/em&gt; This time, from the other end of the car heading towards my direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sgx_9ptIPoI/AAAAAAAAACE/-E7bp6G2ep4/s1600-h/halloween_ghosts_51.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335780355671080578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sgx_9ptIPoI/AAAAAAAAACE/-E7bp6G2ep4/s320/halloween_ghosts_51.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fear got into me. I had difficulty finding the right key to our main gate. But luckily. I was able to open it and shut it immediately. My body was a big goosebump while I was uttering the prayer of St. Francis while I was opening the locks of the door of our house. When I got it, I felt an instant relief but the trembling, palpitation, and goosebumps didn't wane until I came in contact with my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have third eye and have seen freaky spirits and demons. But this incident is kinda new that the spirit was actually reaching out towards me. That faceless spirit in all white really freaked me out. I might as well wait 'til sunrise before I go home next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to sleep for me now and forget what had just happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-5729502392901164425?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/5729502392901164425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=5729502392901164425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5729502392901164425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5729502392901164425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-ghost.html' title='Oh My Ghost!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sgx_XeUlKkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gxVuuM95nOw/s72-c/ghost-story-faceless-eva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-5207635332888643164</id><published>2009-05-11T22:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:01:26.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>'teh, what's the name of your dodo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/SgkrPBV9muI/AAAAAAAAABc/GJwbbEkZcVs/s1600-h/pd2046935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334842770655648482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/SgkrPBV9muI/AAAAAAAAABc/GJwbbEkZcVs/s200/pd2046935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I received a forwarded joke from Cody last night while Shi, Nelz and I were having our after dinner smoke. It's entitled "Breast Related Names" and it became an instant hit to us. The conversation then evolved to something even wilder. haha. Before I start digressing again, listed below are the names included in the message. Shi suggested the title I used for this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Breast Related Names&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/SgkriafK4BI/AAAAAAAAABk/QiVyojoGA6M/s1600-h/saggy_boobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334843103822667794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/SgkriafK4BI/AAAAAAAAABk/QiVyojoGA6M/s200/saggy_boobs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suzette&lt;/strong&gt; - Susong maliit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suzy&lt;/strong&gt; - Susong perky (i've just added this to the list)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan&lt;/strong&gt; - Susong hanggan tiyan (my ultimate favorite. haha. right image.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suzanne&lt;/strong&gt; - Suso na saan? *new (contributed by Aekaye)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dolor&lt;/strong&gt; - Dodo hanggan floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jobel&lt;/strong&gt; - Joga hanggang bilbil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deborah&lt;/strong&gt; - Dedeng walang brah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ulah&lt;/strong&gt; - Utong lang pala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So 'teh, what's the name of your dodo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-5207635332888643164?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/5207635332888643164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=5207635332888643164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5207635332888643164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5207635332888643164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2009/05/teh-whats-name-of-your-dodo.html' title='&apos;teh, what&apos;s the name of your dodo?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/SgkrPBV9muI/AAAAAAAAABc/GJwbbEkZcVs/s72-c/pd2046935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-5217241073062924496</id><published>2009-05-07T01:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:45:25.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Hatred'/><title type='text'>Ang beer na ito o ang pag-ibig mo? (Beer or your love?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/SgHQDpNPQKI/AAAAAAAAABE/ETkU8OL9Xvs/s1600-h/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332772194802942114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/SgHQDpNPQKI/AAAAAAAAABE/ETkU8OL9Xvs/s320/beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, this song has been one of my favorite videoke songs. This best suits my current situation in love department -- torn between moving and holding on for reconciliation with someone that I loved in the past. But with the revelation I had this afternoon while browsing through Facebook accounts, It struck me so intensely that my ex already has a new partner. Reality bites. It's hard to accept but I have to. I have to start moving on with my life after being stuck in this stage for months. With the song's question "Ano ba talagang mas gusto ko Ang beer na ito O ang pag-ibig mo?" I now choose beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer -- to drown my sorrows in spirits and to aide me in forgetting the past year of my life. Most probably I'd be out in the upcoming few days to have time for myself and my friends. To have fun and forget. To meet new opportunities. To start anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itchyworms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong magpakalasing&lt;br /&gt;Dahil wala ka na&lt;br /&gt;Nakatingin sa salamin&lt;br /&gt;At nag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakatanim pa rin&lt;br /&gt;Ang gumamelang&lt;br /&gt;Binalik mo sa'kin nang tayo'y maghiwalay&lt;br /&gt;Ito'y katulad Ng damdamin ko&lt;br /&gt;Kahit buhusan mo ng beer ayaw pang mamatay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Giliw, wag mo sanang limutin&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga araw na hindi sana naglaho&lt;br /&gt;Mga anak at bahay nating pinaplano&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng ito'y nawala Nung iniwan mo 'ko&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ngayon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Ibuhos na ang beer Sa 'king lalamunan&lt;br /&gt;Upang malunod na ang Puso kong nahihirapan&lt;br /&gt;Bawat patak anong sarap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano ba talagang mas gusto ko&lt;br /&gt;Ang beer na ito O ang pag-ibig mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong magpakasabog&lt;br /&gt;Dahil olats ako&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ano hihithitin&lt;br /&gt;Kahit tambutso&lt;br /&gt;Kukuha ako ng Beer at ipapakulo&lt;br /&gt;Sa kaldero't lalanghapin Ang usok nito&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ay aking gagawin&lt;br /&gt;Upang hindi ko na isiping&lt;br /&gt;Nag-iisa na ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental]&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat pre-chorus]&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus except the last line]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang beer na to&lt;br /&gt;Ang beer na to&lt;br /&gt;Ang beer na to o ang...&lt;br /&gt;PAG-IBIG MO!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-5217241073062924496?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/5217241073062924496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=5217241073062924496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5217241073062924496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5217241073062924496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2009/05/ang-beer-na-ito-o-ang-pag-ibig-mo-beer.html' title='Ang beer na ito o ang pag-ibig mo? (Beer or your love?)'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/SgHQDpNPQKI/AAAAAAAAABE/ETkU8OL9Xvs/s72-c/beer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-7585569080598225230</id><published>2009-05-04T17:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:47:16.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Accidents Do Happen</title><content type='html'>A terrible news was cascaded to me by an officemate just a few minutes after arriving at the office this afternoon. Angela, one of my closest friends and an ex-officemate, had a vehicular accident last midnight. She's currently confined in an intensive care unit of a hospital in Las Pinas suffering cranial fractures and serious bruises. Jonas, her bestfriend, even had a worse demise -- his leg had to be amputated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon a news article on the accident they encountered on the Philippine Star (Article posted below). I couldn't belive that they survived after I saw the wreckage of their car. It was indeed a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join me in my prayers for their speedy recovery - both physical and psychological.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sf_Ubmqp86I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9ibSgN4aLCE/s1600-h/metroz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332214054530970530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sf_Ubmqp86I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9ibSgN4aLCE/s320/metroz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 injured in collision along C-5 Road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bernardo Batuigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic aides examine a Honda Civic damaged in a collision with another Honda sedan along the C-5 Road in Taguig City at past midnight yesterday. Police said Marlon Sandoval – reportedly a son of San Nicolas, Batangas Mayor Epifanio Sandoval – lost control of the vehicle (ZEP-823, top photo) as he was traveling along the northbound lane of C-5 Road, hitting an electric post before crossing over to the southbound lane and smashing head-on into the vehicle driven by Ranimel de Jesus (XLF-227, lower photo). The two motorists and Sandoval’s passengers, Jonas Polines and Angela Angeles, were seriously injured, police said. Bernardo Batuigas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-7585569080598225230?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/7585569080598225230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=7585569080598225230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/7585569080598225230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/7585569080598225230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2009/05/accidents-do-happen.html' title='Accidents Do Happen'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sf_Ubmqp86I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9ibSgN4aLCE/s72-c/metroz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-5382787954959274592</id><published>2009-05-03T15:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:10:14.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Lost For A Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7FbNN50fI/AAAAAAAAADM/lARQw3OVDSs/s1600-h/hospital-bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340923279303102962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7FbNN50fI/AAAAAAAAADM/lARQw3OVDSs/s320/hospital-bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been out of circulation for the past six days -- from work and social scene. I was nowhere to be found and could not be contacted. Only a handful of people actually knew my exact whereabouts. I was actually swinging between our home and the hospital. I was dead sick.. I’ve had the following symptoms: loose bowel, high fever (39.4 – 40.5C), chills, nausea, vomiting, intense muscular pain, difficulty in breathing, swollen throat, congested nasal pathway, and a very very red skin tone similar to that or a roast pig. It was later diagnosed as multiply viral infections resulting to LBM, intestinal flu, and tonsilo-pharyngitis. Whew. I thought it was something serious and deadly such as the Swine Flu. I’m still recuperating and hoping to be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-5382787954959274592?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/5382787954959274592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=5382787954959274592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5382787954959274592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5382787954959274592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-for-week.html' title='Lost For A Week'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7FbNN50fI/AAAAAAAAADM/lARQw3OVDSs/s72-c/hospital-bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-2266382423310046394</id><published>2009-02-20T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:04:13.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Pasaway na Pinoy</title><content type='html'>Marami talagang sobrang mga pasaway na mga Pilipino! What would you do if you were the one who caught this bird which the scientific community perceived as extinct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sf_yaocQ3EI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ChPB5A9p1eo/s1600-h/090218-extinct-bird-photo-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332247023176440898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sf_yaocQ3EI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ChPB5A9p1eo/s320/090218-extinct-bird-photo-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this image as the front page featured image of the Philippine Star yesterday but I didn't pay much attention to it. But in my meeting with PinoyTV this afternoon, we had to visit the NatGeo website as a peg for our project and guess what? There's this featured article on that particular bird. I told them na "uy! dito yan sa Pilipinas ah!" and oo nga. It was the same bird featured on Philippine star -- featured on NatGeo as "&lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2009/02/090218-extinct-bird-photo.html"&gt;PHOTO IN THE NEWS: "Extinct" Bird Seen, Eaten&lt;/a&gt;"! And this particular guy took picture of this unusual bird before cooking it! Exotic dish daw. Ayan, featured nanaman ang pagiging pasaway ng Filipino sa online community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lang. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-2266382423310046394?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/2266382423310046394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=2266382423310046394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/2266382423310046394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/2266382423310046394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2009/02/pasaway-na-pinoy.html' title='Pasaway na Pinoy'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sf_yaocQ3EI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ChPB5A9p1eo/s72-c/090218-extinct-bird-photo-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-5305057102323063573</id><published>2008-12-31T19:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:03:04.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>2009 - A new year, a new life, a chance to start all over again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7DXcUVSJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/N4oRVj7khZs/s1600-h/887Holding_Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340921015613868178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7DXcUVSJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/N4oRVj7khZs/s400/887Holding_Hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7C3PzEk7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/x_udKyeQ22M/s1600-h/887Holding_Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few days ago, I was listening to this song. Nagpaka-emo nanaman and it’ll be the last the for the river of tears to flow uncontrollably. Can’t help but remember the happy times cherished together - things that would make me want to hold on. Remembering things make it harder. I wish it’s that easy to forget but apparently it’s not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As of now, fresh as the things may be, I think I’m almost there - peak of the healing and cleansing process. I’ve learnt to forgive and not be bitter. To accept and not rationalize. To hope but not to expect. One step at a time, It’ll soon be over before I know it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In easing the &lt;em&gt;pain in my heart&lt;/em&gt; I felt before, reflecting helped a lot. I just realized that this time, I need to love myself for a change - something that I’ve forgotten to do for the past few years. Expect a new me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pain in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Zoo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here I am alone in this empty room,&lt;br /&gt;And let my mind just fly you to the end.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you still linger in my memory&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why my life is not that fair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could still recall, those memories of you,&lt;br /&gt;The joy and all your laughter,&lt;br /&gt;The love that we’ve been through.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can’t believe, you’re gone…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t want to remember,&lt;br /&gt;The things we used to do,&lt;br /&gt;All the things that remind me of you.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hear those songs,&lt;br /&gt;Those songs we used to sing,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I don’t wanna feel the pain in my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talkin’ to my self, for reasons I can’t find.&lt;br /&gt;Findin’ out why everything went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Tears fallin’ down on my cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve been tryin’ to hold.&lt;br /&gt;I just dunno if I could still go on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted you to stay,&lt;br /&gt;The tears began to show,&lt;br /&gt;You said you care for me,&lt;br /&gt;But then you have to go&lt;br /&gt;And now I know, you’re gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t want to remember,&lt;br /&gt;The things we used to do,&lt;br /&gt;All the things that remind me of you.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hear those songs,&lt;br /&gt;Those songs we used to sing,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I don’t wanna feel the pain in my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just can’t believe, you’re gone…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t want to remember,&lt;br /&gt;The things we used to do,&lt;br /&gt;All the things that remind me of you.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hear those songs,&lt;br /&gt;Those songs we used to sing,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I don’t wanna feel the pain in my heart,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I don’t want to remember,&lt;br /&gt;The things we used to do,&lt;br /&gt;All the things that remind me of you.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hear those songs,&lt;br /&gt;Those songs we used to sing,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I don’t wanna feel the pain in my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-5305057102323063573?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/5305057102323063573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=5305057102323063573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5305057102323063573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5305057102323063573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-new-year-new-life-chance-to-start.html' title='2009 - A new year, a new life, a chance to start all over again.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7DXcUVSJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/N4oRVj7khZs/s72-c/887Holding_Hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-7288005259169360510</id><published>2008-12-29T05:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:06:28.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Paulo's Sermon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Katakot-takot na sermon from Paulo last Saturday night. Buti I was able to absorb some of what points he reiterated before I lost my sanity that humiliating night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Three most important factors in a relationship: Love, Trust and Respect.&lt;br /&gt;- Love is not enough to make a relationship work. It’ll always be there no matter how painful things are.&lt;br /&gt;- Trust is one of the most precious gift you can possibly give to a person. But once broken, it’s hard to regain.&lt;br /&gt;- Respect is very vital. People usually set limits to their actions to give respect to the person s/he loves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can sustain a relationship with the following permutations of the aforementioned factors, otherwise, it’s merely lokohan:&lt;br /&gt;Love + Trust + Respect (ideal)&lt;br /&gt;Love + Trust (lagi nagaaway)&lt;br /&gt;Love + Respect (praning)&lt;br /&gt;Trust + Respect (hindi kaya iwanan; it’s easy to rekindle love)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Try putting the pieces of the puzzle together&lt;br /&gt;Signs are everywhere and it’ll depend on us to recognize these and link all the connections to come up with a revelation - Answers to the questions that we are all too afraid to ask or worst fears realized.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Stop rationalizing things&lt;br /&gt;We usually rationalize stuff - Thinking of all the possibilities, justifying this justifying that; thinking that this should have been this or could have been that. We have to wait for things to unfold. We should never rationalize what a person says or does based on presumptions. Things will only hurt more this way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. 3 possibilities&lt;br /&gt;- “This time it’ll be sweeter”&lt;br /&gt;- friendship&lt;br /&gt;- forgive and forget&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Time will reveal everything. Truth will eventually unfold. That’s why we need time to evaluate all the possible things that could have resulted to the break-up and then do something about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. To salvage or not?&lt;br /&gt;It’s a personal choice. but it depends on who broke up with whom. If the person who broke up doesn’t want to fix things anymore, all efforts for reconciliation will just be thwarted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dahil sa lack of sleep and walang gana kumain, several bottles of Red Horse did the trick. The rest is history. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Pao for your understanding, support, and all that patience!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-7288005259169360510?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/7288005259169360510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=7288005259169360510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/7288005259169360510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/7288005259169360510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2008/12/paulos-sermon.html' title='Paulo&apos;s Sermon'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-4440679800868191434</id><published>2008-12-26T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:08:07.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Best Christmas Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7E62ZIT3I/AAAAAAAAADE/iFLUCp_8BEM/s1600-h/christmas-gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340922723420360562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7E62ZIT3I/AAAAAAAAADE/iFLUCp_8BEM/s320/christmas-gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’ve just opened tons of gifts from my friends and my family this evening. Cool stuff, gadgets, nice clothes, cash, gift certificates, you name it. But still, something’s amiss.. It’s the best Christmas gift of all - “someone” else’s gift. The gift that could have meant the most to me whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I’d like to greet “someone” a merry Christmas, I simply can’t. It’s hard.. but I have to. In case you’ll be able to read this, Merry Christmas to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cold Christmas eve. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-4440679800868191434?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/4440679800868191434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=4440679800868191434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/4440679800868191434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/4440679800868191434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-christmas-gift.html' title='The Best Christmas Gift'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sh7E62ZIT3I/AAAAAAAAADE/iFLUCp_8BEM/s72-c/christmas-gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-690747082729411015</id><published>2008-12-26T20:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:04:52.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Still holding on…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some things happened unexpectedly recently.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;It’s the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There’s nothing more to do..&lt;br /&gt;but to hope.&lt;br /&gt;hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; hold on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I ask from God.&lt;br /&gt;and from all of the Saints.&lt;br /&gt;the guidance,&lt;br /&gt;patience,&lt;br /&gt;enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;and all that I need&lt;br /&gt;to be strong&lt;br /&gt;to be able to accept&lt;br /&gt;the things that are yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;as things simply rely&lt;br /&gt;from someone else’s words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This someone, as of now,&lt;br /&gt;unknown,&lt;br /&gt;non-existent,&lt;br /&gt;precious,&lt;br /&gt;and the life&lt;br /&gt;holds the key&lt;br /&gt;that would open the door&lt;br /&gt;the pathway&lt;br /&gt;either to happiness&lt;br /&gt;or eternal grief&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When time comes&lt;br /&gt;that the existence is realized&lt;br /&gt;this one is hoping&lt;br /&gt;that the harbinger of the scroll&lt;br /&gt;will shed light&lt;br /&gt;to the passage&lt;br /&gt;of eternal bliss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A new start&lt;br /&gt;A new life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-690747082729411015?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/690747082729411015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=690747082729411015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/690747082729411015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/690747082729411015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-holding-on.html' title='Still holding on…'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-5252368717498817281</id><published>2008-07-17T17:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:49:02.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Shoplifter Lola at mga naglalandiang pusa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's my daily routine to drop by at 711 GMA branch to get my daily supplement of nicotine and Gatorade Propel. I thought it's just an ordinary day but no... There's this one shoplifter lola who made a scene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was lining up to pay for my goods, I saw her arranging the stuff in her bag in front of the ice cream fridge. I told myself, 'mukang hindi pa naman magbabayad to' so I went ahead sa line. After 10 or 20 seconds, biglang sumingit sya and padabog na nilapag yung 2 selecta cookies and cream drumsticks on the counter in front of me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nanginit ang ulo ko. Kumulo ang dugo ko. I told to myself again. 'epal to ah! nakita na ngang nakapila ako tapos sisingit!' Syempre I sneered at her (being myself hahaha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a few more seconds, the store manager came out of nowhere shouting (syempre nagulat nanaman ako!) 'Kitang-kita naman na nagshoplift kayo eh. Nasa loob na nga ng bag nyo yung dalawang ice cream. Sa iba na lang kayo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Syempre tinginan lahat ng tao kay lola. Walk out mode. Nakalabas na ng pinto. pero pumasok ulit. She forgot her umbrella pala. then walkout ulit na nagmamadali.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WTF? Magshoshoplift ng ice-cream sa bag?!?! lol! She completed my day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, ganun na ba talaga kahirap ang buhay ngayon that people will shoplift some pampalamig? Or is she just a kleptomaniac. She doesn't look a vagrant to me actually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the scene, I went to the Gazebo to light up a smoke. Natuwa ako ako sa nakita ko - Live show! dalawang MEOW na naglalandian towards the act. I prepared my cellphone and took some pictures. I love the one na parang magkasiping sila =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lalong sumaya ang araw ko ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332248920129575122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sf_0JDJImNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aUAF9kToMsw/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Nako ayan na pow sila!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332249075498657858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sf_0SF8AqEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PvFRtbvznoA/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;So Sweet! gumuggulong-gulong.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Umakyat na ko bago magstart yung live show. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-5252368717498817281?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/5252368717498817281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=5252368717498817281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5252368717498817281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/5252368717498817281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2008/07/shoplifter-lola-at-mga-naglalandiang.html' title='Shoplifter Lola at mga naglalandiang pusa'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/Sf_0JDJImNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aUAF9kToMsw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-9148233909573125481</id><published>2008-07-05T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:49:09.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Pineapple and Bavarian</title><content type='html'>While in line at Donuts Gonuts, almost napa-tumbling ako sa narinig ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanay: Miss, anong flavor nito? (pointing at the confectioner sugar coated doughnut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store Manager: Uses the tong to inspect the doughnut. Bavarian po Ma'am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanay: Ahhh. Hawaiian. Eh yung isa miss? (pointing at another tray)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store Manager: Bavarian din po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanay: (to herself but loud enough for me to hear) Ah. hawaiian din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre si Ryan natatawa na. Akala tapos na yung story pero may mas malupit pa palang punch line!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanay: (After checking the other doughnuts said to herself again) Pineapple yung laman n'eto eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinigil ko nang tumawa at baka mahalata ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get over sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-9148233909573125481?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/9148233909573125481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=9148233909573125481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/9148233909573125481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/9148233909573125481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2008/07/pineapple-and-bavarian.html' title='Pineapple and Bavarian'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-2523189769632639108</id><published>2008-04-04T03:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:49:33.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Paninira ng isang taong walang magawa…</title><content type='html'>Whoever you are dear 09224143001… Napakagaling mong umimbento ng kwento spreading lies and deceits. Don’t you project yourself at me. It’s just funny that mas alam mo pa sarili ko kesa sa akin. And mas alam mo ginagawa ko kesa sa akin? WTF?!? Isa lang masasabi ko… isa kang inggitero/inggitera na sobrang insecure sa sarili at walang magawa sa buhay kung hindi manira ng kapwa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag malaman ko kung sino ka, hindi naman kita papatulan… dahil definitely hindi kita ka-level. ka-level mo ang mga tae na nasa damuhan. Besides, it’s pointless to make patol to you dahil deep inside me I know the truth. And my friends are there to support and verify the facts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaawa-awa ka… You’re so pathetic trying to make desperate moves para sirain ako and my family. I bet isa kang taong hindi edukado, walang modo, at hindi pinalaki ng tama ng parents mo. Desperate move buying a new sim to send that text message then itatapon mo ulit… hahaha… Hindi mo kayang magkaharap-harap tayo diba? And what are your evidences? Wala kang mapapakita dahil isa kang taong punong-puno ng kasinungalingan at inggit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Magpakilala ka… para mas tunog kapani-paniwala mga pinasasabi-sabi mo. Takot ka namang lumitaw. Tandaan mo kung sino ka man. babalik ang karma sa yo. Only you, me and God knows the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala ka sa kalingkingan ko. such a pathetic loser…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-2523189769632639108?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/2523189769632639108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=2523189769632639108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/2523189769632639108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/2523189769632639108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2008/04/paninira-ng-isang-taong-walang-magawa.html' title='Paninira ng isang taong walang magawa…'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-376497113325081292</id><published>2008-04-01T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:49:42.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Another Korean Experience</title><content type='html'>After having lunch yesterday at Pizza Hut Bistro, I had a haircut at Tony and Jackey (since it's just one kembot away). Here's my discourse with Shine (the korean hairstylist) and her assisstant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After washing my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine: Woh heh Cah? (What hair cut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Give me a short haircut that's kinda manageable. Low maintenance, easy to style and flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine: Woh? (What)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Repeats the instruction again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine: Woh? (What) Calls her assisstant and murmurs something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisstant: Ano daw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Repeats the instruction again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistant: (to Shine) Short haircut (WTF! kasasabi ko nga lang na short!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine: Woh? (hindi talaga makaintindi ang gaga... Whisper something again to her assisstant and then she got back to me) Ho sho? (how short)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisstant draws an album and told me to select a hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: (to myself) I don't wanna look like one of 'em. Besides, I know hindi bagay sa akin ganung haircut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After browsing through the pictures, I really couldn't decide what style to get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Repeats the instruction again. But this time, I uttered my words slowly and clearly... 'Iiiiii waaaannnntttt aaaaaa ssssshhhhhooooorrrrrtttt...... (so on and so forth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other customers around me are kinda smirking na... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine: Woh? (What?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: (Gives up) It's ur call. Give me a new look that would look good on me. Your call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine: (to her assisstant) Woh? (What?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisstant: (Speaks very slowly with sarcasm) It's up to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine: oke! (ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the haircut began. She gave be haircut with bangs! Tangina! bangs kung bangs!!! Later on to find out that the style is very flexible. I can do tons of styles with it. And my friends like it naman. hahahaha... Neway, masasabi ko lang, mas magaling pa sila mag-tagalog kesa mag-english... i'll ask our korean neighbor to translate my instructions to korean para when I go back there, magkakaintindihan na kami (wag lang nya ako sagutin ulit ng korean) hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-376497113325081292?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/376497113325081292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=376497113325081292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/376497113325081292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/376497113325081292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-korean-experience.html' title='Another Korean Experience'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-8061967813591537269</id><published>2008-03-24T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:49:49.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Beef or Pork?</title><content type='html'>At Steak Plus Timog at around 2:45am this morning. Sumakit ang ulo ko kay manong waiter while placing our order…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan&lt;/strong&gt;: Dude, yung bang Callos Allejandro, beef or pork? (I don’t eat pork kasi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manong Waiter&lt;/strong&gt;: Oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan&lt;/strong&gt;: Ha? So ano nga yun? Beef or pork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manong Waiter&lt;/strong&gt;: Baka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!?!? Ang labo kausap. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up eating Puttanesca instead. I think he misheard me naman. Sabiko kasi "Pu*****a!" then bigla syang umalis. After a few minutes, hecame back with Puttanesca. *chos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-8061967813591537269?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/8061967813591537269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=8061967813591537269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/8061967813591537269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/8061967813591537269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2008/03/beef-or-pork.html' title='Beef or Pork?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-7274357471617310827</id><published>2008-02-07T04:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:50:13.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Hatred'/><title type='text'>Falling out of love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What should you do if you think you are falling out of love with your partner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find ways to fall in love again with the same person over and over again. It's a cycle. There will come a point in a relationship that you'll get tired of everything. You'll realize that you're starting to lose your feelings towards your partner. With this realization, others tend to seek each other's shortcomings from other people. From thereon, everything would start to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tandaan natin... LOVE is not enough to make a relationship work. You have to fight for it and work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;How do you forget the person you once truly loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't. Unless you never really loved the person. Hindi mawawala feelings mo towards that person... mababawasan, but it'll never totally fade out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. ala Dr. Love ba?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-7274357471617310827?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/7274357471617310827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=7274357471617310827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/7274357471617310827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/7274357471617310827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2008/02/falling-out-of-love.html' title='Falling out of love...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-6389075530624806299</id><published>2008-01-20T06:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:50:27.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Hatred'/><title type='text'>Duguang puso ni Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://astigidig.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R44wIAoKCDMAADhvPi01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.astigidig.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R44wIAoKCDMAADhvPi01/Broken_Heart_by_xsweetsilencex.jpg?et=0yZ6F%2B%2CYpXKPgpUNNv3JmQ&amp;amp;nmid=&amp;amp;nmid=77882752&amp;amp;nmid=77882752" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Originally posted last &lt;/span&gt;Jan 17, '08 12:25 AM on my Multiply blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang duguang puso ni Ryan. Nilapastangan ng isang taong dati-rati'y itinuring itong kanyang pangalawang tahanan. Tumitibok dati ito ng tama. lub-dub. lub-dub. Pero ngayon, pinili nyang lumayo upang kilalanin ang kanyang sarili. Hindi man lang nya naisip na ang paglisang ito ay nagdulot ng pagkukulang na naging dahilanan ng pag-dugo nito at kakulangan sa pagpintig. dub-dub na lang. wala nag love-dub love-dub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung babalik pa sya sa tahanang ito. Sana. Maghihintay ako. Ngunit kung may balak pa sya bumalik, sana hindi pa huli ang lahat. Sana may mabalikan pa sya. Sana may tibok pa ang pusong ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang linggo itong unti-unting tinusok. Masakit man, hindi ko pa rin ganon karamdam dahil katabi ko sya. mabutas mang ang isang ventricle, naroroon sya para ituloy ang pagtibok nito. Ngunit ngayon, tuluyan nang tumagos sa pusong ito ang pako. Hindi ko masabi kung gaano kalalim. At kung kailan nangyari ito, dun pa nya piniling umalis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idinaan sa mabuting pakiusap na ayusin ang mga bagay at idaan sa maayos na paraan. Mero pinili pa rin nya ang masaklap na paglisan. Ginawa ang lahat ngunit mas pinili nyang lumayo. Ang bagay ay inaayos ng magkasama hindi ng mag-isa. Marapat na magtulungan ang isa't-isa. Ngunit mas pinili nya na tahakin ang mga problema ng mag-isa. ng wala ang kabiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maghihintay ako hanggan sa huling tibok ng kalahating pusong ito. Maghihitay ako hanggan sa huling patak ng dugo na dadaloy at tutulo dito. Sana ay bumalik ka ng mabuo ulit ito. Huwag mong hintayin ang pagkakataon na tuyo na ito at huli ng lahat.&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/16356407-6389075530624806299?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/6389075530624806299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=6389075530624806299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/6389075530624806299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/6389075530624806299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2008/01/duguang-puso-ni-ryan_20.html' title='Duguang puso ni Ryan'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-2533181249862383599</id><published>2007-11-06T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:50:55.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Hatred'/><title type='text'>Too Much Love Will Kill You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/SgHVQzHOJ0I/AAAAAAAAABM/0G_lhXLyZmA/s1600-h/DSC04491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332777918358497090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/SgHVQzHOJ0I/AAAAAAAAABM/0G_lhXLyZmA/s320/DSC04491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isang patama sa akin ng driver ng truck na ito... "Keep distance, too much love will kill you." Kitang-kita naman. It says it all. Wag paikutin ng sobra ang mundo sa taong iniibig. Konting distancia lang amigo. Else, hindi maiiwasan ang sobrang pagkapraning at pagiging seloso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naaalala ko tuloy yung 'Road Less Travelled' ni Scott Peck and 'Language of Love' ni Gary Chapman. I won't discuss it here coz magiging nobela nanaman ito. Thanks Cy at ako ang naalala mo ko nang nakita mo to. I'll take ur advice na mag-iwan naman ako ng konti para sa sarili ko at baka sa huli, ako ang maiwang nasaktan at lumuluha... =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-2533181249862383599?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/2533181249862383599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=2533181249862383599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/2533181249862383599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/2533181249862383599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-much-love-will-kill-you.html' title='Too Much Love Will Kill You'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/29/50/2150592/13293854842309l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D25vJwS62IY/SgHVQzHOJ0I/AAAAAAAAABM/0G_lhXLyZmA/s72-c/DSC04491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356407.post-6357656713694524899</id><published>2007-09-27T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:46:56.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Huwat?!? I have a doppleganger?!?</title><content type='html'>Mhars reported seeing my Doppleganger lurking here in the office. That was between 4 and 5 am today. She saw me daw wearing a brown jacket walking to and fro the pantry, eh that time I stepped out to smoke a few ciggies downstairs. Another thing, I didn’t bring any jacket to work! I don’t even own a brown jacket! Syet! Ang saya! May fan na rin ako… yun nga lang… doppleganger nga lang! It flatters me that beings from the other world try to imitate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another freaky incident on my way downstairs (siguro this was the time of the doppleganger attack) dumadaan ng every floor yung elevator (sabay) and there’s no one inside it! pagsakay ko, pababa, I got so nauseous coz dumaan nanaman sa lahat ng floor ang elevator! Freaky sobra. And then pagdating ko sa Gazebo, sakto pagkasindi ko ng yosi, the lights turned off. Even the guards were surprised coz no one turned off the lights! Whew. what a Freaky morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no bull. nor a shit. and definitely not a bull shit. Hindi na ko magoovernite sa office. I’ll report to work pag may araw na. I’m gonna make saboy agua bendita around me para it can’t make lapit to me. One thing that I can say about this freaky morning: ‘OMAGAD! Doppleganger in da haus!’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356407-6357656713694524899?l=ryester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/feeds/6357656713694524899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16356407&amp;postID=6357656713694524899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/6357656713694524899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356407/posts/default/6357656713694524899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryester.blogspot.com/2007/09/huwat-i-have-doppleganger.html' title='Huwat?!? 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