<?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-8234828134279154506</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:50:10.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sulyap</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RONI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04377907889432188905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234828134279154506.post-541666746327956533</id><published>2010-05-04T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T06:12:18.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oo, Ikaw</title><content type='html'>Gusto kong maging tulad mo. Prolific. Nagbabasa. Maraming alam. Matalino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ring magkaroon ng mga bagay na meron ka. Means. Panahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ring mawala sa akin ang mga bagay na, wala ka rin. Sagabal. Sagabal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta gusto kong maging tulad mo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa'no mo ba ginagawa 'yan? Pa'no ka nakakakilos kahit maraming ginagawa, maraming binabasa, maraming sinusulat? Pa'no ka nakakagawa kahit lagi kang kumikilos, maraming binabasa, maraming sinusulat? Pa'no ka nakakapagbasa kahit laging kumikilos, maraming ginagawa, maraming sinusulat? Pa'no ka nakakapagsulat kahit laging kumikilos, maraming ginagawa, maraming binabasa? Pa'no mo nagagawa lahat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'n mo kinkuha ang means mo, ang mga access mo sa mga bagay na ito? Sa'n ka kumukuha ng pera? (Oo, realistic na tanong na. Pucha. Totoo, hindi ako nagjo-joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula ba sa means, sa mga access mo, nakukuha/ nabibili ang panahon? Wala ako nito e. Kung meron man, laging nauubos, laging nawawala. Laging wala. Walang panahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa'no mo pinapaalis ang mga sagabal sa buhay mo? Meron bang sagabal sa buhay mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana magkatulad na lang tayo. Sana iisa na lang tayo. Para nagagaw ko ang mga nagagawa mo. Para napupuntahan ko ang mga lugar na pinupuntahan mo. Para nasusubukan ko ang mga nasubukan mo. Para nagagawa ko ang mga nagagawa mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana ako na lang ikaw. At ikaw ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-541666746327956533?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/541666746327956533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234828134279154506&amp;postID=541666746327956533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/541666746327956533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/541666746327956533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/2010/05/oo-ikaw.html' title='Oo, Ikaw'/><author><name>RONI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04377907889432188905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234828134279154506.post-3247591831416786256</id><published>2010-05-03T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:31:55.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Blog na Walang Nagbabasa</title><content type='html'>Matagal nang in existence ang blog na ito. Ngunit wala namang nagbabasa. Ayos lang. At least, may espasyo akong maituturing na akin lang talaga. Na walang nakakabasa. Na walang nakikialam. Na akin lang talaga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap mabuhay na may kahati. Kahati sa oras. Kahati sa espasyo. Kahati sa pagkain. Kahati sa pera. Ayoko na. Noong una, mukhang masaya, kaya game naman ako. Pero nang lumaon, ayoko na. AYoko na talaga. Marami akong gustong gawin. Maraming gustong puntahan. Pero kapag may kahati, lalo na yung tipong seloso at selfish, kalimutan mo na lang mabuhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyper-feminine ako. Yan ang gusto kong isipin. Ganoon din ako dati. Dahil gusto kong palayain ang sarili ko. Pero nagpaloob ako sa role na itinatakda ng lipunan sa akin, sa aking gender. Kaya tuloy ngayon, narito ang perpetual feeling na nakagapos ako, na hindi ko talaga napalaya ang sarili ko. Nagsisisi ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong bumalik sa aking dating sarili. Gusto kong maging si Roni uli na dati'y walang takot, masipag, maraming ginagawa, hindi nakatali. Gusto kong maging si Roni uli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-3247591831416786256?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/3247591831416786256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234828134279154506&amp;postID=3247591831416786256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/3247591831416786256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/3247591831416786256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/2010/05/ang-blog-na-walang-nagbabasa.html' title='Ang Blog na Walang Nagbabasa'/><author><name>RONI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04377907889432188905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234828134279154506.post-2407088142007437208</id><published>2010-02-23T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:45:38.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dahan-dahan</title><content type='html'>Unti-unti na kong pinapatay ng buhay, nang buhay. Pahirap nang pahirap ang lahat ng pinagdaraanan ko sa bawat araw, gabi. Nasusuka na nga 'ko sa sakit ng ulo, sa pagkalam ng sikmura, sa pagkahilo. Dahil sa bilis ng mundo, hindi ko na ito mahabol. Iniiwan na rin ako pati ng sarili ko, pati ng sarili kong anino. Hindi ko na mahabol ang sarili ko, naiiwan na ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-2407088142007437208?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/2407088142007437208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234828134279154506&amp;postID=2407088142007437208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/2407088142007437208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/2407088142007437208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/2010/02/dahan-dahan.html' title='Dahan-dahan'/><author><name>RONI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04377907889432188905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234828134279154506.post-3144121867495243646</id><published>2009-10-28T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:17:08.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>muling subok (sabog-sabog)</title><content type='html'>heto ako uli. muling susubukin ang kapangyarihan ng _________ na magdadala sa akin sa mundo ng endless possibilities, kung meron man. tulad nang dati, muli kong titipain ang keyboard nitong aking laspaging laptop--sa pag-asang dadaloy sa mga daliri ko ang mga salitang gusto kong sabihin. (commercial break) teka, ba't green na ang ilaw ng aking tatoo???mauubusan ka na ba ng kapangyarihan???naku! 'wag muna!!!patapusin mo muna ko dito, okay? sige na, behave) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga salitang nagsasabi ng damdamin, ng hinaing, ng muni, at ng MURA. oo. ngayon, magmumura na 'ko. intellectual masturbation shit crap. basta 'yun. pero this time, basta iba from last time. siyempre, dahil tinapon na 'ko sa basurahan ng itinuring ko pa man ding pamilya. wala na. bahala na. gusto ko pa ring i-convince ang sarili kong it's their loss not mine, mukhang tama naman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay go. andito na pala ako sa davao. dalawang linggo na. more like, nabubulok na 'ko dito. parang prutas ba. pag matagal mong inexpose sa init, nabubulok. davao, mainit, ako, matagal na sa davao = bulok. hay ginoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salvation come my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napanaginipan uli kita. tuloy, di ako sigurado sa mga pinapasok ko ngayon. ayokong mapasubo, ta's biglang magsisisi. ayokong magsisi. kailangan na talaga kitang makita makausap. pag tinext kita, 'wag mo sabihing "hu u?" ah! bantay ka lang! gusto kong isipin na tayo naman talaga, hindi kami. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normal bang mag-jacket sa umaga?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-3144121867495243646?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/3144121867495243646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234828134279154506&amp;postID=3144121867495243646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/3144121867495243646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/3144121867495243646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/2009/10/muling-subok-sabog-sabog.html' title='muling subok (sabog-sabog)'/><author><name>RONI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04377907889432188905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234828134279154506.post-2455452934182228278</id><published>2009-05-12T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:17:03.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silip</title><content type='html'>Conversation with xee_an&lt;br /&gt;(02:24:48 AM) xee_an: May ilaw sa mga mata&lt;br /&gt;(02:24:59 AM) roni.baang: bulag&lt;br /&gt;(02:25:16 AM) xee_an: nga ba ang&lt;br /&gt;(02:25:40 AM) roni.baang: hindi nakakakita?&lt;br /&gt;(02:25:47 AM) xee_an: Bumisita ako&lt;br /&gt;(02:26:33 AM) roni.baang: may bitbit, suman&lt;br /&gt;(02:26:46 AM) xee_an: naninigarilyo siya&lt;br /&gt;(02:26:54 AM) xee_an: (brb, kuha ako pagkaen)&lt;br /&gt;(02:27:41 AM) roni.baang: "kumusta ka" ika niya, kasabay ng buga&lt;br /&gt;(02:29:36 AM) xee_an: dumirecho ako sa kusina&lt;br /&gt;(02:30:32 AM) roni.baang: "wala na bang bawang?" sagot ko naman&lt;br /&gt;(02:30:51 AM) xee_an: biglang dumating ang mga chikiting&lt;br /&gt;(02:31:05 AM) xee_an: wag ka mag-isip&lt;br /&gt;(02:31:13 AM) xee_an: (anything goes hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;(02:31:30 AM) roni.baang: may sugat sa tuhod&lt;br /&gt;(02:32:56 AM) xee_an: nadulas sa magic bus&lt;br /&gt;(02:33:11 AM) roni.baang: dwende and drayber&lt;br /&gt;(02:33:17 AM) roni.baang: *ang&lt;br /&gt;(02:33:28 AM) xee_an: nagpapatugtog ng buchikik&lt;br /&gt;(02:33:40 AM) xee_an: ngunit...&lt;br /&gt;(02:33:44 AM) xee_an: :))&lt;br /&gt;(02:34:06 AM) roni.baang: tumigil, tumirik&lt;br /&gt;(02:34:15 AM) roni.baang: (teka, nagugutom rin ako)&lt;br /&gt;(02:36:29 AM) roni.baang: (go na)&lt;br /&gt;(02:36:40 AM) xee_an: sa di kalayuan, may bumulagang&lt;br /&gt;(02:36:50 AM) roni.baang: dwende &lt;br /&gt;(02:36:56 AM) xee_an: (na naman??)&lt;br /&gt;(02:36:58 AM) xee_an: :))&lt;br /&gt;(02:37:05 AM) roni.baang: (oo!)&lt;br /&gt;(02:37:07 AM) xee_an: na mahaba ang nguso&lt;br /&gt;(02:37:25 AM) roni.baang: ngulat at bumangga&lt;br /&gt;(02:37:44 AM) xee_an: sa mga nagtatayugang pine trees&lt;br /&gt;(02:38:28 AM) roni.baang: "nay!"&lt;br /&gt;(02:38:44 AM) xee_an: "araaaay"&lt;br /&gt;(02:39:05 AM) roni.baang: "penge pang yosi" anang bulag&lt;br /&gt;(02:39:25 AM) xee_an: "wala na.. " sumagot ang pine tree&lt;br /&gt;(02:39:48 AM) roni.baang: lumipad ang magic bus&lt;br /&gt;(02:40:11 AM) xee_an: sa mga building sa ortigas, ito'y umalpas&lt;br /&gt;(02:40:14 AM) xee_an: (oha) :))&lt;br /&gt;(02:40:35 AM) roni.baang: biglang naging gagamba&lt;br /&gt;(02:40:44 AM) xee_an: ang mga mata ni sharla&lt;br /&gt;(02:40:51 AM) xee_an: (sorri ang hilig sa mata :)) )&lt;br /&gt;(02:41:08 AM) roni.baang: walo na ang nakita&lt;br /&gt;(02:41:20 AM) xee_an: walo na ang napagmasdan&lt;br /&gt;(02:41:36 AM) roni.baang: ngunit walang walong paa&lt;br /&gt;(02:41:52 AM) xee_an: kinalabit niya ang gitara&lt;br /&gt;(02:42:03 AM) roni.baang: bumulong&lt;br /&gt;(02:42:16 AM) xee_an: "sino.. sino... saan..?&lt;br /&gt;(02:42:25 AM) roni.baang: doon&lt;br /&gt;(02:42:42 AM) xee_an: sa probinsya ni keka&lt;br /&gt;(02:42:46 AM) xee_an: :))&lt;br /&gt;(02:42:59 AM) roni.baang: ano ba ang araw?&lt;br /&gt;(02:43:20 AM) xee_an: binibigyang-halaga iyon&lt;br /&gt;(02:43:48 AM) roni.baang: walang bituin kung walang dilim&lt;br /&gt;(02:44:18 AM) xee_an: wala nga naman, wala. walang dilim kung walang itim&lt;br /&gt;(02:44:27 AM) roni.baang: oras?&lt;br /&gt;(02:44:48 AM) xee_an: wala, hindi nahahawakan ang oras&lt;br /&gt;(02:45:01 AM) roni.baang: kung anu-ano&lt;br /&gt;(02:45:10 AM) xee_an: nalilito&lt;br /&gt;(02:45:30 AM) roni.baang: paruparo na&lt;br /&gt;(02:45:44 AM) xee_an: lipad na, lipad.. walang humpay&lt;br /&gt;(02:45:58 AM) roni.baang: bukas patay na&lt;br /&gt;(02:46:09 AM) xee_an: may lamay sa&lt;br /&gt;(02:46:22 AM) roni.baang: ilog kung san nahulog&lt;br /&gt;(02:46:34 AM) xee_an: ang mga buhok ni tala&lt;br /&gt;(02:46:45 AM) roni.baang: at luha ni luna&lt;br /&gt;(02:47:00 AM) xee_an: maliligo doon ang mga&lt;br /&gt;(02:47:06 AM) roni.baang: ubwit&lt;br /&gt;(02:47:10 AM) roni.baang: *bubwit&lt;br /&gt;(02:47:17 AM) xee_an: manunungkit&lt;br /&gt;(02:47:25 AM) roni.baang: maglalaro&lt;br /&gt;(02:47:38 AM) xee_an: sisisid&lt;br /&gt;(02:47:47 AM) roni.baang: ahon kahapon&lt;br /&gt;(02:48:02 AM) xee_an: pagkatapos ay&lt;br /&gt;(02:48:19 AM) roni.baang: maingay&lt;br /&gt;(02:48:31 AM) xee_an: narindi si&lt;br /&gt;(02:48:41 AM) roni.baang: sharla gagamba&lt;br /&gt;(02:48:49 AM) xee_an: kumanta nang kumanta&lt;br /&gt;(02:49:01 AM) roni.baang: ang bulag, nakakita&lt;br /&gt;(02:49:11 AM) roni.baang: !&lt;br /&gt;(02:49:13 AM) xee_an: mga paru-paro naglipana&lt;br /&gt;(02:49:26 AM) roni.baang: nguniti si tala&lt;br /&gt;(02:49:32 AM) roni.baang: *ngumiti&lt;br /&gt;(02:49:42 AM) xee_an: kay luna&lt;br /&gt;(02:49:59 AM) roni.baang: tumalon ang pine tree&lt;br /&gt;(02:50:13 AM) xee_an: lumindol&lt;br /&gt;(02:50:24 AM) roni.baang: gumuho &lt;br /&gt;(02:50:38 AM) xee_an: ang bundok ng buntis&lt;br /&gt;(02:50:48 AM) roni.baang: kinain ang ilog&lt;br /&gt;(02:51:01 AM) xee_an: at kumalat ang dilim&lt;br /&gt;(02:51:17 AM) roni.baang: nagkaroon ng bituin&lt;br /&gt;(02:51:24 AM) xee_an: tinunaw ang dilim&lt;br /&gt;(02:51:38 AM) roni.baang: nasilaw&lt;br /&gt;(02:51:42 AM) xee_an: si&lt;br /&gt;(02:51:52 AM) roni.baang: lola&lt;br /&gt;(02:52:05 AM) xee_an: napatingala at&lt;br /&gt;(02:52:14 AM) roni.baang: humiyaw&lt;br /&gt;(02:52:20 AM) xee_an: "darna!!"&lt;br /&gt;(02:52:32 AM) roni.baang: naubos ang bato&lt;br /&gt;(02:52:45 AM) xee_an: lumutang ang kabayo&lt;br /&gt;(02:52:53 AM) roni.baang: si petra&lt;br /&gt;(02:53:13 AM) xee_an: binaril ni&lt;br /&gt;(02:53:23 AM) roni.baang: don pml&lt;br /&gt;(02:53:28 AM) xee_an: :))&lt;br /&gt;(02:53:35 AM) xee_an: nag-aklas ang&lt;br /&gt;(02:53:55 AM) roni.baang: mga kamote&lt;br /&gt;(02:54:05 AM) xee_an: dumami ang kabute&lt;br /&gt;(02:54:15 AM) roni.baang: kinain&lt;br /&gt;(02:54:35 AM) xee_an: ang mga paper bag&lt;br /&gt;(02:54:43 AM) xee_an: (bawal umulit ng salita ha&gt; :P ) &lt;br /&gt;(02:54:44 AM) xee_an: :))&lt;br /&gt;(02:54:59 AM) roni.baang: sumayaw&lt;br /&gt;(02:55:10 AM) xee_an: sa tugtugin ng&lt;br /&gt;(02:55:38 AM) roni.baang: lapis&lt;br /&gt;(02:55:52 AM) xee_an: humahagibis&lt;br /&gt;(02:55:59 AM) roni.baang: silip&lt;br /&gt;(02:56:05 AM) xee_an: boso&lt;br /&gt;(02:56:12 AM) roni.baang: kuliti&lt;br /&gt;(02:56:18 AM) xee_an: ang napala&lt;br /&gt;(02:56:26 AM) roni.baang: nakita&lt;br /&gt;(02:56:34 AM) xee_an: kasi yung mga&lt;br /&gt;(02:58:54 AM) roni.baang: isda&lt;br /&gt;(02:59:06 AM) xee_an: nag-uusap tungkol sa&lt;br /&gt;(02:59:20 AM) roni.baang: oso&lt;br /&gt;(02:59:42 AM) xee_an: sabi nila&lt;br /&gt;(02:59:50 AM) roni.baang: tutulog na ko&lt;br /&gt;(02:59:53 AM) roni.baang: :)&lt;br /&gt;(03:00:01 AM) xee_an: :))&lt;br /&gt;(03:00:09 AM) xee_an: antok na?&lt;br /&gt;(03:00:18 AM) roni.baang: seryoso&lt;br /&gt;(03:00:24 AM) roni.baang: :))&lt;br /&gt;(03:00:25 AM) xee_an: oo nga&lt;br /&gt;(03:00:30 AM) xee_an: sige&lt;br /&gt;(03:00:36 AM) xee_an: mukha nga e&lt;br /&gt;(03:00:39 AM) xee_an: haha&lt;br /&gt;(03:00:41 AM) xee_an: gnayt!&lt;br /&gt;(03:00:52 AM) roni.baang: ang saya pla neto!!&lt;br /&gt;(03:00:56 AM) xee_an: haha&lt;br /&gt;(03:00:57 AM) roni.baang: :D&lt;br /&gt;(03:01:04 AM) xee_an: ginagawa namin dati sa ugat&lt;br /&gt;(03:01:09 AM) xee_an: tsaka sa writing classes&lt;br /&gt;(03:01:16 AM) roni.baang: oh..&lt;br /&gt;(03:01:21 AM) roni.baang: sa uulitin!&lt;br /&gt;(03:01:25 AM) xee_an: sige&lt;br /&gt;(03:01:26 AM) xee_an: salamat :)&lt;br /&gt;(03:01:39 AM) roni.baang: slamat rin ate!!!&lt;br /&gt;(03:01:44 AM) xee_an: nyeehh&lt;br /&gt;(03:01:45 AM) xee_an: haha&lt;br /&gt;(03:01:46 AM) xee_an: sige na nga&lt;br /&gt;(03:01:52 AM) xee_an: ate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-2455452934182228278?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/2455452934182228278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234828134279154506.post-5551030368535020369</id><published>2009-03-28T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:03:35.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-walang pamagat-</title><content type='html'>romanticize&lt;br /&gt;ito lang naman talaga ang kaya kong gawin e&lt;br /&gt;bobo ako&lt;br /&gt;loser&lt;br /&gt;walang alam&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko kinaaawaan ang sarili ko&lt;br /&gt;tanggap ko na ang aking kapalaran&lt;br /&gt;hanggang gano'n na lang talaga&lt;br /&gt;at wala na 'kong magagawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romanticize&lt;br /&gt;salita&lt;br /&gt;titik&lt;br /&gt;awit &lt;br /&gt;himig&lt;br /&gt;pinta&lt;br /&gt;drowing&lt;br /&gt;larawan&lt;br /&gt;lang ang alam kong gawin&lt;br /&gt;ang pagroromantisa sa mga ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya kong maglarawan&lt;br /&gt;kaya kong magsalita&lt;br /&gt;kaya kong umawit &lt;br /&gt;kaya ko lahat&lt;br /&gt;sabi ng utak ko&lt;br /&gt;ngunit sadyang ayaw lang gawin &lt;br /&gt;ng katawang kumukulong sa aking diwa&lt;br /&gt;bahala na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako sumasang-ayon &lt;br /&gt;tutol ako&lt;br /&gt;tutol&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako alipin&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako magpapa-alipin&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako &lt;br /&gt;hindi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maging sa sarili kong pamilya&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako kabilang&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako kapamilya&lt;br /&gt;wala lang &lt;br /&gt;“uy! nariyan ka pala!”&lt;br /&gt;oo, kanina pa&lt;br /&gt;noong isang araw pa&lt;br /&gt;noong mga nagdaang taon pa&lt;br /&gt;mula nang ako'y kanyang isinilang&lt;br /&gt;hindi niyo lang pansin&lt;br /&gt;dahil ayaw niyo&lt;br /&gt;dahil hindi niyo ako kauri&lt;br /&gt;dahil hindi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil marami akong iniisip&lt;br /&gt;maraming gustong sabihin&lt;br /&gt;isigaw&lt;br /&gt;awitin&lt;br /&gt;lapatan ng musika&lt;br /&gt;ngunit hindi ko kaya&lt;br /&gt;kaya ko naman&lt;br /&gt;ayaw lang pumayag ng katawan na &lt;br /&gt;kumukulong sa aking kaluluwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil ito lang ako&lt;br /&gt;bobo&lt;br /&gt;tanga&lt;br /&gt;loser&lt;br /&gt;walang alam gawin&lt;br /&gt;kundi ang mag...&lt;br /&gt;romanticize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya nga pati itong angas ko'y niroromantisa ko e&lt;br /&gt;dahil sa ganoong paaran ko lang ito maipapabulalas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-5551030368535020369?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/5551030368535020369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234828134279154506&amp;postID=5551030368535020369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>There is no such thing as art for art's sake. Every piece of art, no matter how depicted; as sculpture, painting, music or architecture; springs out from man's intelligence. &lt;br /&gt; Sometimes, they're products of sudden emotional outbursts brought about by events, places, things and people that artists stumble upon with and from things they remember from a past which was either sweet, bitter, or even bittersweet. &lt;br /&gt; This is the greatest misconception on artists and why their works are they way are; that they're only purely based on emotional outbursts and deeply sought for sentiments. But most of the time they, the stories behind each artwork, come from contemplation and thought. &lt;br /&gt; They are mirrors which reflect on how an artist thinks. They are windows upon which we, the always awed audience, are permitted to see through the ideas of an artist. In turn, we also contemplate, think. We reflect and speculate about a piece of art; how it came to be and what thought could have entered the artist's mind which made him produce such. &lt;br /&gt; This is art. It isn't an isolated case, one which stands alone as an ornament or merely an adornment on the wall. It is a product of intellect and on the other end, the one which is receiving, also uses his intellect to percieve what is being laid out in front of him. And, it isn't merely something you see and then forget [for only art which is a product to be consumed by capitalists is shallow], rather, it is something which is imprinted on the mind and becomes part of the intellect. -Roni&lt;br /&gt; On March 7, we had our field trip to National Museum and Ayala Museum for SpecThought. And on that trip, we weren't merely there to entertain and amaze ourselves; we were there to be Philosophers and search for insights. &lt;br /&gt; While there, it hit me.  All these works of art have inspirations. Inspirations are those that give out a striking idea to an artist. They maybe ideas like a philosopher which makes him contemplate, but in artists they vent it out through creating masterpieces or works of art. &lt;br /&gt; Another insight that I realized is that the unrealism found in art. Why does art mostly convey unrealism in its different forms? A sculpture of a human is not always symmetrical or true-to-life. Maybe we it is how we want to perceive things or how we want our life to be like. &lt;br /&gt; It is there that i realized—we sometimes desire that our life is exaggerated. -Nino&lt;br /&gt;  Man is a curious animal. This is what distinguishes him from the lower animals. It causes him to think, and to try and find an answer or an explanation for everything he observes. It is this quest for knowledge that triggered the phenomenal and explosive evolution of the human intellect over the past ten thousand years, representing less than 5 per cent of man's sojourn here on earth. It guided him from a barbaric way of life not much more sophisticated than that of the lower animals, to shooting a man into space and landing him on the moon.&lt;br /&gt; The human intellect is constantly challenged by the questions 'how', 'why', where', and 'what'. His speculations hae covered the entire spectrum of the universe, from the most simple and obvious of observable phenomena around us to the most erudite and abstract of concepts; from wanting to know how a tree grows and why the sun arises every twenty hours to where we came from and why we are here. -Mabel&lt;br /&gt;Makikita ang pilosopiya sa mismong pagkakabuo ng kulturang Pilipino. Ang mga kulturang ito ay nabuo mula sa iba't ibang pagtugon ng mga Pilipino noon sa kanilang kapaligiran. Dahil sa mga katanungang tungkol sa kanilang mundong ginagalawan nila noon, humanap sila ng mga kasagutan para rito. Ang paraan ng kanilang pagtatanong ay maituturing na pamimilosopiya dahil ito ay ang paghanap ng katotohanan sa lahat ng mga pangyayari sa kanilang kapaligiran. Nabuo ang iba't ibang kultura at paniniwalang Pinoy dahil rito. -Tim&lt;br /&gt;In one of the halls of the national museum, one of the inscriptions argued that art was not merely an imitation of nature for the reason that it would never account for the great importance societies attribute to their works of art. The inscription then argues that, more than just an imitation, art is rather a self-expression of the artist. a work of art, through its presentation, style, and subjects, among others, show the artist's and his society's worldview, or if not those, at least his human idiosyncracies. &lt;br /&gt; The point is well argued for but i believe the same can be said for philosophy. Like works of art, works of philosophy, through their presentation, style, and concerns, show the philosopher's and his society's worldview, or at least his personal idiosyncracies. And as such, philosophy must likewise not be taken as a mere imitation of the mind, nature, world, or whatever the philosopher is philosophizing about. i&lt;br /&gt; I find it that this shows in everyone, whether or not he regards himself a philosopher. In the limited time one remains in the world, what one chooses to ask, what one chooses to value, what one chooses to disregard, and what one chooses the take for granted -- all these reflect one's origins and destination on life.  -Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this post:&lt;br /&gt;Roni&lt;br /&gt;Nino&lt;br /&gt;TIm&lt;br /&gt;Mabel&lt;br /&gt;Karl&lt;br /&gt;Michael&lt;br /&gt;*Paula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-3316132597199797567?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/3316132597199797567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234828134279154506&amp;postID=3316132597199797567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/3316132597199797567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/3316132597199797567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/2009/03/mirror-image-art-and-philosophy-in.html' title='mirror image; art and philosophy in retrospect'/><author><name>RONI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04377907889432188905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234828134279154506.post-993616171006257115</id><published>2009-02-22T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:30:19.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sige</title><content type='html'>sulat tayo uli...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-993616171006257115?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/993616171006257115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234828134279154506&amp;postID=993616171006257115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/993616171006257115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/993616171006257115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/2009/02/sige.html' title='sige'/><author><name>RONI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04377907889432188905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234828134279154506.post-4335894439147985289</id><published>2008-10-19T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:20:38.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walang Katumbas</title><content type='html'>Walang bukas&lt;br /&gt;Walang kahapon&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa tapos ang ngayon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo lang ang narito&lt;br /&gt;Tayo lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang ibang daang tatahakin&lt;br /&gt;Walang ibang panahong uubusin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ang araw&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko mapipigil&lt;br /&gt;(mawawala ba ang aking dangal?)&lt;br /&gt;Ang aking kapalaran&lt;br /&gt;(meron bang sa 'ki'y mag-aalaga?)&lt;br /&gt;Pinagkakatiwalaan ko ang aking kalul'wa&lt;br /&gt;(magigising pa ba 'ko bukas)&lt;br /&gt;Ang aking tanging pag-asa&lt;br /&gt;(mula sa bangungot na ito?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon&lt;br /&gt;Dito&lt;br /&gt;Mabuhay nang umiibig&lt;br /&gt;O mabuhay sa takot&lt;br /&gt;Walang ibang daang tatahakin&lt;br /&gt;Walang ibang panahong uubusin&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ang araw&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon&lt;br /&gt;Dahil hindi tumitibok ang puso ko&lt;br /&gt;'Pag wala ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala ako kung wala ka&lt;br /&gt;Patay &lt;br /&gt;Walang buhay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala nang ibang araw kundi ngayon&lt;br /&gt;Wala na&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-4335894439147985289?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/4335894439147985289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234828134279154506&amp;postID=4335894439147985289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/4335894439147985289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/4335894439147985289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/2008/10/walang-katumbas.html' title='Walang Katumbas'/><author><name>RONI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04377907889432188905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234828134279154506.post-3816548515839252558</id><published>2008-10-10T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:31:42.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biyaheng Markus Highway</title><content type='html'>Siya'y naging alamat kahit sa pananahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaki ang naging papel niya sa musika ng Eraserheads na humulma sa Pinoy rock noong dekada 90. Siya rin ang nagbigay sa mga kakaibang pamagat ng mga album ng Eraserheads, pati na ang pagsulat sa mga kantang Escalator Alligator, Wala, at Toyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muli ngang nagbalik sa spotlight si Marcus Adoro, dating lead guitarist ng Eraserheads. Mahaba ang buhok, may nakasabit pa ring gitara sa balikat at tangan sa isang kamay ang isang bote ng beer. At 'di tulad ng dati, ang atensyon ng manonood ay kanyang-kanya habang tumutugtog sa entablado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamon! Kamon!&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ilabas ng Eraserheads noong 2001 ang Carbon Stereoxide, ang kanilang ikawalo't huling album, sinimulan na ni Marcus ang pagprodyus ng isang solo album na pinamagatan niyang Kamonkamon, na hango sa pangalan ng alaga niyang aso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclectic ang nasabing album ni Marcus na kinatampukan ng mga musikang electronica at dance hanggang folk at alternative rock. Karamihan sa mga kanta'y kolaborasyon kasama ang iba pang rock icon tulad nina Pepe Smith at Dong Abay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taong 2002 nang tuluyan nang iniwan ni Ely Buendia ang Eraserheads at nagsimula na itong magkawatak-watak. Habang binubuo ni Ely ang Mongols at habang ang iba'y sumanib na sa iba't ibang banda, lumayo muna si Marcus sa spotlight. Sa halip, tumungo siya sa La Union para mag-surf, isang libangang matagal na niyang gustong subukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos ang ilang aberya sa isang recording company, naging independent din sa huli ang produksyon ng Kamonkamon. Bilang marketing campaign, sinabi niyang prinodyus ang album para makabili ng surfboard, bagay na pinabulaanan din niya sa huli. Aniya, “Nag-eksperimento ako sa ka-indie-han nu’n. Sinubukan kong maging record company na maliit.  Nung una, naglabas ako ng press release (PR)  na kailangan kong mag-raise [ng perang pambili] ng surfboard. Pero, hindi naman talaga ‘yun, eh… may surfboard na ko nun,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinahinto rin niya ang pagbenta ng mga cassette nang maabot na nito ang halaga ng isang surfboard upang panindigan ang kanyang PR. At ginamit niya ang perang nalikom para sa paggawa ng isa pang album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfernando: the Adventures of Belma and Luis ang pamagat ng sumunod na EP ni Marcus. Lumabas ito ilang buwan lang mula ng mailabas ang Kamonkamon. Nagkaroon ito ng apat na bersyon: Urfer Magazine na ibinenta sa Mag:net cafe, Duckdive sa BigSkyMind, American Gurl, at Submarine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimula na muling tumugtog si Marcus sa mga bar sa Maynila. Minsan nga niyang nakasama sa isang konsiyerto ang dating mga kasamang sina Buddy at Raymund. Ngunit sa mga pagkakataong ito, kinikilala na siya sa alter ego niyang Surfernando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinimulan ni Marcus sa Surfernando ang pagpinta sa isang bagong buhay bilang lokal na surfer sa mga dagat ng La Union. Inakyat niya ang mga bundok at sinakyan ang mga alon. Ngayon, nagbabalik siya upang muling makipag-rakenrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold! Rejoice! Surfernando is Here nah!&lt;br /&gt;Markus Highway sa ngayon ang alter ego na ginagamit ni Marcus na pangalan din ng bandang kasalukuyan niyang kinabibilangan. Kasama niya rito sina Mike Silva, Earl Tabasuarez, Clark Tresmonte at Biboy Chacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabuo nila at nailabas noong Enero ang Behold! Rejoice! Surfernando is Here nah! na isang pagpapatuloy ng EP na Surfernando. Limang kanta sa naturang album ang nagpapakita pa rin ng pagkahumaling ni Marcus sa surfing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magsisimula ang album sa mga awiting Lala at Ingat kung saan nagpapayo si Marcus sa tamang paggawa ng kanta at naglalarawan ng tamang asal sa isang relasyon. Sinundan naman ito ng isang nostalgic na pagbabalik-tanaw niya sa buhay-Eheads sa awiting Batch 88.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naging mungkahi ni Marcus sa album na ito ang pagsusulong ng lokal na turismo gamit ang surfing. “Maganda ang surfing [bilang sport]..bukod sa makikita mo rito ang ganda ng Pilipinas, dapat isali nila ito sa curriculum ng PE” aniya. Sa katunayan, sinulatan pa niya si Luli Arroyo, anak ng pangulo, tungkol potensyal na ito ng surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa mga sumunod na awiting Wow Kalabaw, Drivethru at Bonfire ang naturang paninindigang ni Marcus. Dito niya binabanggit ang kagandahan ng Pilipinas, lalung-lalo na ng buhay na malayo sa lungsod. Sa Wow Kalabaw niya niyayaya ang lahat na tuklasin ang bansa. “Halina't mamasyal sa pitunlibo't sandaang isla/ Iwanan ang lahat at maging turista”, paanyaya niya sa kanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pahapyaw din nitong inilalarawan ang kalagayan ng bansa. Sa Drivethru, nabanggit niya na “Sa lubak baka si misis ay mapaanak” bilang pagsasalarawan sa mga atrasadong kalagayan ng mga kalsada sa mga probinsya. Samantala, sa Miss Nurse, ikinukwento niya ang patuloy pa ring pag-alis ng mga nars sa bansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binabalik ni Marcus sa album na ito ang dating tunog ng Eheads noong nag-uumpisa pa lamang ito. Walang pagpapanggap at madaling sabayan ang mga awitin dala ng magandang pagkakaayos, kahit na kung minsan mga uri ng herbal tea at fast food ang kakatwang pinoproblema sa isang kanta habang may nababanggit pang mga alien sa California sa ibang  kanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumadaluyong sa hangin ang mga awit ni Marcus tulad ng mga tugtuging folk kahit na nalalapit ang mga awitin sa kategoryang novelty at rock. Mapapansin ding may pag-uulit sa koro ng mga kanta. “Lalala,” “dubidubi” ang iilan sa mga halimbawa nito na sa kantang Miss Nurse ay paulit-ulit na kinakanta. “Minsan, hook siya..device para lalong matandaan” ayon  kay Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malayo na ang narating ng musika ni Marcus. Kung dati alternative ang tugtugan niya sa Eheads, experimental sa Kamonkamon at Surfernando na pinaghalong reggae at electronica, ngayon, pinagsama-sama niya ang lahat ng ito sa Markus Highway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daang highway&lt;br /&gt;Sa kanyang pagbalik, mas lalong nakilala ng madla ang Marcus Adoro na dati'y tumutugtog lang habang “tahimik sa sulok,” ayon sa kanya. Kung dati'y laging si Ely ang nasa spot light, ngayo'y mas lalong nagkaroon ng pagkakataon si Marcus na ipakinig ang sarili niyang musika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patuloy siya sa paglikha ng mga kanta at sa pagkakataong ito, isinanib niya ang pagkahilig sa surfing sa musika. Paraan niya ito ng pagpapahayag ng sarili at pagbalikwas sa anino ng Eheads na patuloy pa rin siyang sinusundan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napapanahon din marahil ang muling pagbabalik ni Marcus dahil kung tutuusin, napag-iwanan na siya ng mga dating kasama. At dahil unti-unti nang nawawala ang mga awiting tulad ng ginagawa niya ngayon, “musikang Pinoy at Pinoy din ang timpla,” ang sinasabing handog ni Marcus sa kasalukuyang musikang Pilipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na niya kailangang sumunod sa uso. Hindi na rin niya “kailangan pang magsuot ng maskara,” ika nga niya.  Kaagapay ng kanyang husay sa pagsulat ng mga titik at pagtugtog ng gitara habang tangan ang kasalukuyang alter ego niya, naging daan ang Marcus Highway para muling balikan at pana-panahong lisanin ang Maynilang noon at ngayo'y tumatangkilik pa rin sa bawat pihit niya sa mga kwerdas ng gitara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nailathala sa Philippine Collegian, issue #15)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-3816548515839252558?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/3816548515839252558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234828134279154506&amp;postID=3816548515839252558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/3816548515839252558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/3816548515839252558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/2008/10/biyaheng-markus-highway.html' title='Biyaheng Markus Highway'/><author><name>RONI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04377907889432188905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234828134279154506.post-1517157804984729531</id><published>2008-09-14T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T07:53:28.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Spirit sa tala ng Alaala</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFEATSK%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"DejaVu Sans Condensed"; 	mso-font-alt:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:none; 	mso-hyphenate:none; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"DejaVu Sans Condensed"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"DejaVu Sans Condensed"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-language:#00FF;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:56.7pt 56.7pt 56.7pt 56.7pt; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1; 	mso-footnote-position:beneath-text;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;UP shirt, lanyard at maroon jacket. Buong katawan na yata ni Trina'y tatak-UP. Unang pagkakataon kasi niyang makapanonood ng UAAP cheerdance competition. Sabik na sabik na siya nung gabi pa lang bago ang patimpalak.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kaya naman nasa Araneta Coliseum na siya alas-siyete pa lang ng umaga para makakuha ng tiket. Maaga siyang dumating para mauna, ngunit metro-metro na pala ang haba ng pilang kanyang nadatnan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Doon pa lang, madali nang malaman kung saang unibersidad nagmumula ang isang manonood. Ang mga estudyante mula sa mga pamantasang matatagpuan sa Taft at Katipunan ay madalas nakapila sa lower box at patron seats ng Coliseum. Habang ang karamihan nama’y naggigitgitan sa general admissions kung saan nakasisigurong mura ang tiket. Meron din namang mga nakapila sa mga scalper -- ‘yung mga naubusan na ng pasensya sa paghihintay. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Ramdam na ang tensyon sa paligid kahit sa pila pa lang para sa mga tiket. Kumpul-kumpol ang mga magkakapareha ang kulay ng damit. May mga nagpaparinig at nagyayabangan. “Walang duda pare, mababawi natin ang atin naman talaga," nasagap ng kaliwang tenga ni Trina. Sa kanan naman narinig niyang sinambit, “naku, di na natin kailangang magmayabang... ipaubaya na natin sa squad ang lahat.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Halos limang oras ding nakatayo sa pila si Trina bago siya makakuha ng tiket na agad naman niyang binulsa upang makasigurong hindi ito mawawala. Sumenyas na ng gutom ang kanyang tiyan ngunit binalewala niya ito't tumakbo pa papuntang entrance ng general admission, kung saan maririnig ang nakabibinging hiyawan ng mga dumalo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ito na yata ang tunog ng tinatawag nilang "school spirit." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;UP and others&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tensyonado sa loob ng coliseum na patuloy na dinadagsa ng mga taga-suporta ng iba’t ibang cheering squad. Hindi pa man nagsisimula ang kumpetisyon, nagpakitang-gilas na ang mga drummers ng bawat unibersidad na sinabayan naman ng mga sigaw at palakpakan ng mga manonood.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kung anu-ano rin ang pakulo ng bawat eskuwelahan para lang mapakitang sila ang magaling. May mga nagtsi-cheer na sinabayan ng organisadong galaw ng mga kamay at ulo ng mga kalahok. Iwinagayway ang mga banderitas at mga lobong sumisimbolo sa kani-kanilang unibersidad. Nagsilabasan din ang mga tarpaulin na sadyang nangungutya sa ibang pamantasan tulad ng “400 years of existence is nothing compared to 100 years of excellence.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;'Di nagtagal ay napuno na ng ang paligid. Halos magkapalitan na ng mukha ang mga tao sa labis na siksikan, lalo na sa kinatatayuan ni Trina. Tinatayang nasa 23, 440 ang bilang ng mga estudyanteng nasa Araneta ayon sa emcee. Eto na raw ang nanood sa isang patimpalak sa kasaysayan ng UAAP.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Napaisip tuloy si Trina habang pinapanood ang mga nagtitilian sa paligid. Hinalughog niya ang kanyang alaala upang matandaan kung kailan huling nagbuklod ang lahat nang tulad sa UAAP. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tila tumahimik ang paligid nang simulang bagtasin ni Trina ang mga kwento't alaala ng mga taga-UP. Marahil mula sa tagpi-tagping naratibo, higit na mabibigyang saysay at damdamin ang paghiyaw, pagpalakpak, at pag-indak sa saliw ng chant ng ipinagmamalaki niyang Pep Squad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Let's go, UP!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bumalik sa realidad ang lumilipad nang isip ni Trina at kanyang napagtantong UP Pep Squad na pala ang susunod. Lumunok muna siya bilang paghahanda sa mga gagawin nilang pagsigaw. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Natapos ang commercial break, nag-drum roll, at sumenyas ang cheerleaders. Isa, dalawa, tatlo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Matatapang, matatalino... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;buong giting na sigaw ni Trina at ng kanyang mga katabi bilang pagpugay sa mga iskolar ng bayan. Naalala niya ang kwento sa kanya ng isa niyang propesor ukol sa tungkuling ginampanan ng mga taga-UP lalung-lalo na noong Batas Militar. Ayon sa propesor niya, naging mapanuri sila sa lipunan at mula sa mga pagsusuri nila bumuo sila ng mga paninindigang tuwirang sumagupa sa diktaduryang Marcos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tunay ngang matatapang ang mga iskolar ng bayan. Habang hindi na maipagkakaila ang talino't husay ng mga estudyante ng pamantasang kinikilalang pinakaprestihiyoso sa buong bansa, hindi maminsan ang mga pagkakataong pinili nila ang mga mas masalimuot na landas upang makapagsilbi sa bayan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Walang takot kahit kanino...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bawal diumano ang kimi sa UP. Kahit presidente ng bansa, tinutuligsa – bagay na nagdulot na rin ng 'di-mabilang na pasa, sugat, pilay, luha, pagkawala, at kamatayan. Sa loob ng klasrum, hindi sinasanto ang simbolikong kapangyarihan ng guro basta maipahayag lang ang saloobin. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sa isip ni Trina, naging manipis na papel ang mga katunggaling cheering squad. Hindi sila dapat katakutan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hinding-hindi magpapaapi...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tumpak na tumpak, sa isip ni Trina. Dahil hindi hinayaan ng mga taga-UP noong araw na iyon na kantyawan lang sila ng basta-basta dahil sa mahinang rekord sa ibang patimpalak sa UAAP. Sa araw na ito, lubos na pinaniniwalaan ni Trina na pag-aari ng UP ang araw at ang coliseum. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ganito rin kasi ang kaso, ayon sa mga kwentong narinig niya mula sa mga upperclassmen. Hindi mo marinig na nanahimik ang mga taga-UP nang taunang binabawasan ng budget ang pamantasan. Sinubukan pa nga nilang barikadahan ang Quezon Hall noon para pigilan ang pagpapasa sa tuition increase sa pamantasan. Minsan na ring idineklarang “state of emergency-free” ang kampus ng UP noong ideklara ito ng Pangulong Arroyo. Patuloy din nilang sinisingil ang militar sa pagkawala ng dalawang kapwa iskolar ng bayan na sina Karen at She. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ganyan kaming mga taga-UP...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sa huling linya'y napangiti si Trina. Alam niya ang katuturan ng pagiging iskolar ng bayan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Muling nanumbalik ang ingay sa loob ng coliseum nang matapos ang routine ng UP Pep Squad at natuldukan ang rekoleksyon ni Trina. Nakatindig pa rin ang kanyang mga balahibo. Tila pagka-high sa sinasabing school spirit ang nadarama niya. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;At sa sandaling iyon, hindi na kailangang hintayin pa ang desisyon ng mga hurado. Panalo na ang UP. Dahil ang totoong diwa ng iskolar ng bayan ay hindi naipahayag sa araw na iyon – sa isang maingay at masikip na coliseum. Tahimik ito sa mga talaan ng kasaysayan.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(nailathala sa Philippine Collegian, issue 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-1517157804984729531?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/1517157804984729531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234828134279154506&amp;postID=1517157804984729531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/1517157804984729531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/1517157804984729531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-spirit-sa-tala-ng-alaala.html' title='School Spirit sa tala ng Alaala'/><author><name>RONI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04377907889432188905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234828134279154506.post-8882129654591624471</id><published>2008-08-22T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:19:16.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...sa alay kay Juan dela Cruz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart goes out to you, Juan dela Cruz,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Pied Piper who draws everyone near...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bold and passionate, the dude on the streets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crying out: "Freedom for my dear Roni!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Kung meron man sa inyong nakakita sa aking minamahal na Juan...maari bang sabihin niyong...umuwi na siya...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lihim kong dinadamdam...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;ang iyong paglisan...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;maari bang sabihin sa iyong yakapin...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;yakapin mo ako...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;at kung hindi mabigyan ng isang pagkakataon...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;maari bang...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ipagpaliban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang iyong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;paglisan?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-8882129654591624471?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/8882129654591624471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234828134279154506&amp;postID=8882129654591624471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/8882129654591624471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/8882129654591624471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/2008/08/sa-alay-kay-juan-dela-cruz.html' title='...sa alay kay Juan dela Cruz'/><author><name>RONI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04377907889432188905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234828134279154506.post-8863783451884876087</id><published>2008-08-17T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:48:27.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...sa mga nagdidiyeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tandang-tanda ko pa dati, patpatin talaga akong bata. Yun bang parang buto't balat na lang talaga tapos sakitin pa 'ko--labas-masok sa ospital. Huminto nga 'ko ng isang taon eh kasi 'di ko talaga nakayanan. Everything was just too physically demanding in prep at akala pa namin, anorexia bulimia na 'yon kasi sinusuka ko na ang lahat ng kinakain ko.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Pero hindi pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Mahirap ang baybay at bigkas nun e. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;Sa murang edad ay marami na 'kong bawal kainin, bawal inumin at bawal gawin. Kaya natuto akong kumain ng gulay; yun lang ang pinapakain sa akin. Naging maayos naman lahat at nabuhay akong normal. But I never played much, never able to binge on sweets. I spent most of my time reading, writing, playing the guitar and the piano. Almost healthy, but not quite.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Lumaki ako, syempre, at nalaman kong bihira lang ang aking kondisyon. But with the help of my friends, I was able to accept everything with grace.  Nakapag-angkop ako sa mga pagbabago. What I like most, is the fact that people wouldn't know I'm sick by just looking at me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;But everything I did, have done and still doing, I never considered as pagdidiyeta. More like, being health conscious. Kasi siyempre, masugid kong binabantayan lahat ng aking kinakain, lahat ng ginagawa; not because I want to be thin and lose weight, but because I have to for me to live.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;That's why I feel resentment to those who want to be thin although they already are. Yun bang, di kumakain kasi ayaw nilang tumaba; yung nagdidiyeta for self-fulfillment; yun bang gustong maging "fhm cover girl material" ang katawan; yun silang biktima ng maling palatastas at adbertismo sa tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Hindi man lang nila naisip na may ibang taong di kasing swerte nilang nakakain ang kung anumang gusto nilang kainin kasi ipinagbabawal ng doktor. Di man lang nila naisip na may ibang taong di nakakakain tatlong beses isang araw kasi walang pambili ng pagkain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Makasarili diba?!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Kaya heto. Para sa inyong lahat na nagdidiyeta, wag na kayong magdiyeta. Para saan pa diba? It only takes the will to accept that nobody, including you is blessed with perfection but it takes your life if you don't take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Take it from me. You'd never want to be stuck in my situation of having to watch what you eat forever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-8863783451884876087?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/8863783451884876087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234828134279154506&amp;postID=8863783451884876087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/8863783451884876087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/8863783451884876087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/2008/08/sa-mga-nagdidiyeta.html' title='...sa mga nagdidiyeta'/><author><name>RONI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04377907889432188905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234828134279154506.post-3535118773689393508</id><published>2008-08-16T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:02:25.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...sa mga nadarama</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;tao lang rin naman ako diba?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;tulad mo...nagkakamali...umiiyak...tumatawa...nakakaramdam ng maraming emosyon...nagmamahal...nasasaktan...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;di naman yata naiiwasan ang mga 'yon diba...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;ewan ko ba pero parang kakaiba talaga ako...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;iba akong umiyak...'yon bang tipong iyak na matagal natatapos...iba akong tumawa...'yon bang tipong tawa na tila nawawalan ng hininga...basta...iba talaga...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;dahil ang ibang tao...tuwing nagpapamalas ng mga emosyon...laging may malalim na dahilan...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;matinding kalungkutan...labis na kasiyahan...sukdulang galit...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;ako...iba naman 'yong aking mga nadarama...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;bumubulalas ang aking mga halakhak dahil natatawa ako sa realidad...tumatagos ang aking mga luha hindi dahil sa depresyon o kalungkutan kundi dahil sa galit...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;minsan...di ko talaga naiiwasang magdamdam...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;minsan...di ko na kasi talaga kaya...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;mabigat ang aking mga pinapasan...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;malalim ang pinagmumulan ng mga talinghagang sa aki'y bumabagabag...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;walang nakaiintindi...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;oo...wala...kahit si walt whitman...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;sadyang ganito na nga siguro talaga ang aking tadhana...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;lahat ay panandalian...sabi nila...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;ngunit...hindi...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;ang problemang ito'y panghabambuhay... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-3535118773689393508?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/3535118773689393508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234828134279154506&amp;postID=3535118773689393508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/3535118773689393508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/3535118773689393508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/2008/08/sa-mga-nadarama.html' title='...sa mga nadarama'/><author><name>RONI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04377907889432188905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8234828134279154506.post-5700631679076542573</id><published>2008-08-15T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:46:27.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;isa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;dalawa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;tatlo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;lahat ng bagay ay may simula&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;may katapusan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;may una&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;may huli&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ito ang magiging unang sulyap ninyo sa loob ng magulo kong pag-iisip&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;mga talinghagang bumubulusok, dito papakawalan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;dahil dito&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;may simula&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ngunit ang pagbugso ng mga muni,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;walang hangganan...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234828134279154506-5700631679076542573?l=paglilinironi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/feeds/5700631679076542573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8234828134279154506&amp;postID=5700631679076542573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/5700631679076542573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8234828134279154506/posts/default/5700631679076542573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paglilinironi.blogspot.com/2008/08/paunang-salita.html' title='Una...'/><author><name>RONI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04377907889432188905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9D1a37zsr9U/SaIYBl1lIII/AAAAAAAAABY/q1pcYO7zwPo/S220/3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
