<?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-31110937</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:22:59.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>c-R-a-d-L-e-d...</title><subtitle type='html'>tWiGs AnD bRaNcHeS cLoThEd By YoUr EmBrAcEs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-7630594890863620979</id><published>2007-07-22T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:52:13.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wb to me</title><content type='html'>wow....&lt;br /&gt;cant believe this. am here again, hehehehe  it took awhile before i remembered that i still have this account.&lt;br /&gt;i think its more than 3 months that i have posted any new entry in my blog... wow... feels like ages already hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, what has happened ba so far?  well, i could say normal things happen to ordinary people like me. of course there is always constant change on my life but i could pretty say that things are different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone are the days of the long drives at night, instead a welcome of short kisses and hugs on week nights because of too much work so there is lesser time to go out, and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i think i covered most of my time with meeting new friends and acquaintances, therefore, widening the friendship loop.   spent also sometime dining at restos that i didnt know existed but loved it just the same hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and loads and loads of work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life in general??? dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-7630594890863620979?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/7630594890863620979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=7630594890863620979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/7630594890863620979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/7630594890863620979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2007/07/wb-to-me.html' title='wb to me'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-6907018447422737963</id><published>2006-12-25T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:53:20.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on festivities and moods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25 Dec 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the 1st time i am away from home, celebrating the yuletide season far from my family at the province.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, the thought scared me. i am uncertain whether i'll be ok or they will be ok there.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just that i miss my family and i never tried spending it without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am spending the whole festive season with my special someone.&lt;br /&gt;i am glad im here. :)  thanks babe for the gift! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy monthsary babe!  i love you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all: merry merry christmas! wish all of you the blessings of the season! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-6907018447422737963?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/6907018447422737963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=6907018447422737963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/6907018447422737963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/6907018447422737963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-festivities-and-moods.html' title='on festivities and moods'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-116410858838500675</id><published>2006-11-21T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:42:05.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aGinG wiTH GrAcE &amp; BeaUTy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/963/3351/1600/ninang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/963/3351/320/ninang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ninang... she is one of the ladies whom i adored since the 1st time we were introduced. :) I was actually too shy to call her ninang because she isnt my ninang, but robert (the ever makulit side of him) insisted on calling her Ninang (instead of the normal "tita" i am accustomed to). So i did. :) (this is beginning to sound like a testimonial... sana naman nde di ba? hahahaha i just want to share some wonderful stories about her... so here goes...) Ninang loves to talk about life, i do smile sometimes when i think of our talks especially about the delicious food prepared at the table, how it is cooked, and the different ways of cooking it. :) she shares her passion about cooking, and she talks about it lovingly as if it is her life. well, i would not assume otherwise kc un ung totoo.going back...ninang's calmness surprised me a lot... i remember that time na she was having a hard time breathing because of a sudden change of temp in the room, i was panicking... but ninang, in all her graceful ways, stood there and so calm... and funny thing was what she told me: "just be quiet" hahahahaha through the years, she has always been there for her loved ones... and what speaks most about this lovely lady is that she was never even bothered by the constant changes in her world. she remained calm. flexible. unnerved.really... aging has never been this graceful and beautiful... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-116410858838500675?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/116410858838500675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=116410858838500675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/116410858838500675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/116410858838500675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/11/aging-with-grace-beauty.html' title='aGinG wiTH GrAcE &amp; BeaUTy'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-116357681195151742</id><published>2006-11-15T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T15:46:52.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you for the gift of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/290206986/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/122/290206986_ead31bc584_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/290206986/"&gt;cheek-a-boo&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mals_page/"&gt;simply mals&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i happen to talk to a friend whom i havent seen or heard from for so long. time has captured her youth and her idea of life. as i listened to her stories, pain and angst crept on my veins as i can feel her emotions at the brink of breaking. she asked questions that i wish i knew the answers; she reached out to my heart for support, for comfort. distance has separated us, if she were somewhere near, you bet i'll be right there at her doorstep reassuring her that things will be fine.  we parted over the net with a promise of logging again the next day. i hope she will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflecting on what has just happenend meant only one thing: i am so blessed of having robert in my life. I may not always say it nor show it to him how blessed I am, but times like this simply reminds me about the gift given to me. "Thank you" is never enough to say it all. i know it isnt. i wish i knew what to do, how to show it.&lt;br /&gt;im trustful though that my love is enough. if it isnt, i know nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, thank you. &lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-116357681195151742?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/116357681195151742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=116357681195151742' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/116357681195151742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/116357681195151742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-you-for-gift-of-you.html' title='thank you for the gift of you'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-116314239897434559</id><published>2006-11-10T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T15:06:39.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bear-ry hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/963/3351/1600/M&amp;R2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/963/3351/320/M%26R2.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sat night , 11/04/06, marked my immersion into his world.  being nervous and uptight to meet his relatives seem pretty normal, i guess, but as the time speaks of people in slumber i began to relax and simply adored my partner that night.  i was too busy thinking of how to blend in with the crowd that i forgot how specifically he complimented me that night, how he managed to divide his attention between me and his family, and how he stood by my side all through the night sending me reassurances that he is always there.  it was a magical night, but of course, even princesses have their own bloopers to share... my prince had somehow forgotten that my gown is a bit long at the back that he kept on stepping on it.  it was quite funny when i am suddenly rooted to where i stand because i cant move a thing. hahahaha  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was a very wonderful evening esp to the debutante.  and i shared this happiness because it felt great to finally meet some of the most important persons in my man's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the pic shows it all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-116314239897434559?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/116314239897434559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=116314239897434559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/116314239897434559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/116314239897434559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/11/bear-ry-hug.html' title='bear-ry hug'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-116174945415919739</id><published>2006-10-25T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T19:14:06.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stRinGs oF a SoNg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beneath his shoulders, i lay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quiet and seemingly content with the soft cuddle you offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, how i admire that sweet sweet look in your eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it speaks nothing but pure gladness, of a love that is mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your voice melodiously dances to the rythm of admiration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your touch echoes the long forgotten song of fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your words soothe the ache in this heart that is wanting to break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the song has been played again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;clothe me in your arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hold me once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teach me the song of your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;** happy happy monthsary dearest! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-116174945415919739?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/116174945415919739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=116174945415919739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/116174945415919739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/116174945415919739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/10/strings-of-song.html' title='stRinGs oF a SoNg'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-116123814024395760</id><published>2006-10-19T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:09:00.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toxic!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after a full 6-day stay at home, i cant believe that im ever thankful im back at my desk. staring the monitor again for a straight 8-hour run, doing the bidding of my big bosses here and what they ask me to. oh well, this is okay. id rather have this than what has happenend to me last week. i hate being sick.  oh well. who would wish naman di ba? its totally UGLY to be sick, i hate the bitter meds that ive been taking. wtf! why didnt they produce meds that will be good naman sa taste noh? i hate my taste buds pa nun, ang pakla pakla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;good thing dito na ko ofis, at least i get to surf and chat with a lot of people hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmmm... work muna ko... dito na mga amo ko eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-116123814024395760?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/116123814024395760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=116123814024395760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/116123814024395760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/116123814024395760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/10/toxic.html' title='toxic!!!'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115918623553165897</id><published>2006-09-25T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:20:30.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd on 1st...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i say its 3rd on 1st.  two excruciating 25th days of july and august is too much to bear, so i just assume this 25th day would be a very very different one.  and i bet im right this time (coz i usually lose a lot in betting hehehehe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today is the 1st of the series of hopefully being together the rest of the 25th days of my life. oh well, giving some space for uncertainties, i think i may have to be hopeful for now. as they say, never count ur chickens unless they are hatched hahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reflecting on things about what changed in me most since i met rob, i am surprised but very happy to say that ive been a better person. or maybe its love thats working in me. (cheesy!!!) but true. yep! i realized i laugh a lot now, smile often at people, and talk a lot. ahh yeah, maybe rob would like to add here na i am starting to sound like girls from elite schools. what the!!! i aint, dear. im proud to be a UP-ian... hehehe but hey, i didnt say its bad (geesh! i hope di magalit ung girls...) its just that its  not so "mals". :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously, things are going up and up. right now, we are on a level that clothes us both entrirely with all the love and respect that we can muster. and im more hopeful we will be staying that way for as long and much as "life" can give us. being skeptical though on things like this seem a bit appropriate because relationship wise, we are both young. we are just starting. but i know even without asking, we are both worth the risk to dive the water. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;indeed, 3rd on a 1st. i havent seen him today (night shift ako, so i'll be meeting him mga 10pm pa) and im sooo excited to see him. i was once asked by a card (yep, a card! hehehehe) "what is your favorite time of the day?"  and i replied without second thoughts.. "pag uwian na" hehehe kc i get to see you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so simple yet so meaningful na statement.  i'll see u in an hour. happy 3rd monthsary! :)  and more to come! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115918623553165897?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115918623553165897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115918623553165897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115918623553165897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115918623553165897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/09/3rd-on-1st.html' title='3rd on 1st...'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115804105670087399</id><published>2006-09-12T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:16:58.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just cant believe it, i am definitely home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;faking a smile right now is something i can't do because i can feel all my muscles flexed into this ear to ear BIG smile. it feels good to be home. correction. it is GREAT to be home. i remember the instant i saw my sister, my mom, my cuz, and my babe meeting me at the airport, grabe! to the max talaga ang ngiti ko. we embraced, kissed and laughed so hard. after all those two months of being so FAR from all of these comforting things, we are bound again by our inuman and kainan talks. wahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;speaking of kainan, ciempre punta kme agad sa gerry's grill sa may blue wave, somewhere in roxas. ay naku! we ordered sisig, crispy pata, inihaw na squid, sinigang na bangus and ciempre kanin!!! andami dami ko nakain! wahahahahah yes, ZERO EGG and CHICKEN! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and ciempre since ikot ikot kme ni rob, dami food stops lagi. hehehehe i missed how sinful filipino dishes can be.  feeling ko nga i committed gluttony na wahahahaha okay lang naman cguro un, Diyos ko Lord, patawad po. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;basta masarap kumain, period. hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and the best of all these "being home" scenes is the kissing, loving and sharing stories with my rob.  and the endless talks with my sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i cant wait to see these two again. si babe mamaya kc sunduin nya ko. si ela mamaya sa bed sa bahay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thank God, i am home. back into the waiting arms of everyone i love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115804105670087399?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115804105670087399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115804105670087399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115804105670087399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115804105670087399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-cant-believe-it-i-am-definitely.html' title=''/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115713444104676009</id><published>2006-09-02T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T07:41:22.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cOMinG HomE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im going home!!! yipeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at long last, after those two months of being away from home, i am definitely in high spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;welcome  traffic of manila, welcome burning sensation from the sun, and welcome reality. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;looking back on those two solid months of living alone in this not so ordinary world of onions, curry powder and sandalwood i realized that i dont really have the courage to live away from all the comfort zones i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am terrible at coping with life without having my friends and family around,  more so being away from all those sweet sweet memories in my life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had learned much from this journey, about having to wait, being patient, being strong because no one is there to call upon when i need help. one thing that i truly love about this journey is that i learned to exercise  my strengths in cooking, in being disciplined and being adaptive to this new environment i was in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;however, given the chance of me being back in this place, i guess for now a big "no" appears on my face.  i miss my old life, i miss home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but then, we'll never know. i might still say yes some other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but for here and now, i will say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;definitely, im going home! yipee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115713444104676009?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115713444104676009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115713444104676009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115713444104676009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115713444104676009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/09/coming-home.html' title='cOMinG HomE'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115649272406167341</id><published>2006-08-25T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T07:43:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd 30-days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;across the miles, i hear you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;such a distant figure, yet so near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish i could hold you, but reality check! you are miles and miles away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but as i listen to your voice on this glorious day, i am clothed with all the love...with all the assurance that even if things are tough, our love will be there to stand tall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is the 60th-day that rob and i have shared as a couple, and looking back, i realize that sharing those delicate issues together, weaving the hands of time, seems to magically fit into our world. yes. its like magic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i never imagined that love can be so strong a feeling that it makes me so insecure with a lot of things. i am blessed though to have rob reassure me that things are gonna be fine. man, things are really falling into place. it was so unexpected. but im thrilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh yes! rob makes me so happy! he is just irresistible! hahahaha :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seriuosly, happy 2nd monthsary babe. im looking forward to more sharing and creating our memories... the road ahead isnt clear but with you beside me, i am safe. i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115649272406167341?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115649272406167341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115649272406167341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115649272406167341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115649272406167341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/08/2nd-30-days.html' title='2nd 30-days...'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115626717726278791</id><published>2006-08-23T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T01:22:09.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BarELy bReatHinG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh little leaf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;come, and join the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;let go of that twig,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;spread your green coat, and fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but the little leaf wont budge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;remained as still as a stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;attached firmly on the twig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;never letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;life is as is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it offers lots of surprises,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oftentimes gifts of wisdom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;clothed in rags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish i have the ability &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to reach into your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and melt your sorrows away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just like the little leaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a gift i offer you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;take me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reach out .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am known to be a strong woman but without you i no longer exist. it pains me much that i dont know how to reach your heart. i wish i knew how to ease the pain. but i dont...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115626717726278791?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115626717726278791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115626717726278791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115626717726278791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115626717726278791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/08/barely-breathing.html' title='BarELy bReatHinG'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115619864499979505</id><published>2006-08-22T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T07:20:30.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaUGiNg tHe sHAdoWs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disappointments hurt us;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much we try to ease things with the deep feelings nearing  love,&lt;br /&gt;we sometimes let  ourselves be trapped in these hurtful situations.&lt;br /&gt;It is not much to ask if the bizarre feelings we felt at that time impact how we perceive others;&lt;br /&gt;our relationship to that person and our knowledge of acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;However, these atypical systems in our lives sometimes determine our strength to let go of what is there and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;It can be one of the most difficult things we  face in life, yet there is a unique way of experiencing it because along with it comes the different choices in which we simply wait for those lessons we long to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a disappointment;  always have been.&lt;br /&gt;I never fail on this.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad that at these times I do wish I am not here;&lt;br /&gt;that I’m locked away…&lt;br /&gt;where no one can reach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothe me… hold me dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;I am being so emotional again;&lt;br /&gt;lost once more  in my own crazy world.&lt;br /&gt;When will it end?&lt;br /&gt;Or  will it ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115619864499979505?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115619864499979505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115619864499979505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115619864499979505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115619864499979505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/08/gauging-shadows.html' title='gaUGiNg tHe sHAdoWs'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115505646947858842</id><published>2006-08-09T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:56:52.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DisORiEnTed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have only less than a month before i leave for home. hmmm i realize too that ive been away for more than a month now, away from everyone... away from the comfort of all my friends and my family... away from those big servings of sinigang, nilaga, adobo, everything... just everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as i begin to contemplate further on this emptiness i have right now, i realize as well that i am slowly drifting away from the real world... am back into my own world that is full of unending questions of  what if's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;being away from home for this long has taught me a lot about what "missing" is. i never expected to miss even the simplest things like bangus, daing, tinapa, etc. (awww!! gutom na ko!). i never expected that i'd be counting the days when i'll be home soon. all of this missing thing is so new to me. i love adventures that are freely given along with travelling. i love to discover how other people from other nations live... though i thought i wont ever feel this homesickness thing. it has been giving me a hard time. and i hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am out of the country for work. thats what im being paid for. not to sit and stare at the pc for so long hoping for my loved-ones to talk to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;argh!!! i am being silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;going back... maybe its just as simple as  wondering how it would be like if i were home right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish i were home. maybe i'd find myself with my sister talking about nonsensical things, but somehow we 'll still both enjoy hahahaha or maybe i'd be  driving around with eveningdrive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hay naku. nag eemote me again... missing a lot of things or persons make me sick. its driving me crazy. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hurry! can someone call the mental hopsital for me? hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;serious na... im missing home. sobra. uwi na ko. gusto ko na umuwi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115505646947858842?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115505646947858842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115505646947858842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115505646947858842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115505646947858842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/08/disoriented.html' title='DisORiEnTed'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115456166622945934</id><published>2006-08-03T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:07:11.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UnLikELy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4AM IDC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just read the recent post from rob (&lt;a href="http://eveningdrive.blogspot.com/2006/08/eveningdrive-no-more_03.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eveningdrive no more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) and although i wrote my comments on his post, it still doesnt seem right or maybe what i said there still isnt enough to say how i felt after reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;honestly, i never expected rob to share that realization in his life. i didnt know that he has given everything by leaping into the water, he may have been so unsure at that time but he made the leap. a big leap actually because it has cost him his life, if i may say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know it wasnt easy for him but he managed to overcome his fears by taking that giant step, just because he wanted to be with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, i may sound a bit mayabang na, but i didnt mean to. its just what i felt when i read the post. and now im worried and scared... what if what we have isnt the best thing for him? what if being with me adds up to his burden? these thoughts make me weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i remember him saying something about taking risks. sa kanya ko nga natutunan un eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i think its about time that i end these negative issues about disappointments and similar stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as long as i know that he is happy being with me, then there is no reason for me to feel that way anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i trust that our love is strong, and this is all i need to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115456166622945934?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115456166622945934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115456166622945934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115456166622945934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115456166622945934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/08/unlikely.html' title='UnLikELy'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115453647484713084</id><published>2006-08-03T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T02:15:38.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my other half</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/62119358/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/62119358_837fd1207f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/62119358/"&gt;kyle!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mals_page/"&gt;simply mals&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;living a thousand miles away from her makes my life dull, full of longing, to be home and be with this girl. i worry a lot about her,  whether she is doing fine with all the necessities of life, if she is coping well with all the stress of living alone in the city.&lt;br /&gt;we have been together, inseparable, for a straight 20+ years. we grew up throwing tantrums aimed at each other, displaying the funniest and darndest faces we could make, laughed and cried at all the men-are-jerks issues in life, had fallen in love, out of love and in love again and again, and had been there for each other through all these years.  sometimes we forget to say how much we mean to each other yet we try to say it every moment we get the chance to do so.&lt;br /&gt;and now, leaving her alone in the cold rainy days of manila makes me worry a lot. she has been used to me being around, to us being together.  i am so unsure whether she can get things done by herself... but looking ahead at what this temporary separation can mean for her, i guess this is a test.  i wish i could be there to comfort her when things go wrong, but i know that for all the things that will come her way while i am not around, she will need sometime alone to reflect on life and realize how strong she can be even if 'ate' is not around.&lt;br /&gt;the road is rough and crooked. but i know she can see things through.&lt;br /&gt;she is strong.&lt;br /&gt;just like ate. :-)&lt;br /&gt;i love you, sis!  i miss u a lot. ate will be home soon. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115453647484713084?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115453647484713084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115453647484713084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115453647484713084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115453647484713084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-other-half.html' title='my other half'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115447160618858281</id><published>2006-08-02T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T07:39:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/963/3351/1600/mals_rob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/963/3351/200/mals_rob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eto po ang love ko! hehehe kaso nakasimangot eh. di ata to masaya na kasama nya ako dito wahhehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;honestly, di ko lam why naging kme hehehe (joke lang po!)  nde... truth is di kme magkasundo nyan before hehehe oh well, dami rin naman nangyayari na surprises sa buhay kaya yun, nakakatawa man isipin pero fate led us to each other. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i always prayed for lots of things for my man. but i thank God that He led me to rob.  it was like magic,  miraculously woven in the hands of time that rob and i were to meet and find out how good we look when we are together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of course, mushy things are always served either very hot or very cold. depends on what we both feel like doing. so far,  we are doing our best in trying todeal with that 2.5 hour difference in our scheds.  i can say that rob has been extra patient with me all this time.  it is really great having someone around to take care of you, who is willing to listen to all your ramblings about life.&lt;br /&gt;i know i am indeed blessed to have him. i can say that i am lucky also, but  i think  "lucky" is  too shallow a word to completely explain how i feel having him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love this man! i once told him that i was  going to master judo or karate para pag may aagaw sa kanya sa kin eh kakaratehin ko or i-ju-judo ko hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;matagal pa ko dito, malayo pa sa kanya, pero isang buwan na lang. yey! tapos na rin after! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be home soon baby. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115447160618858281?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115447160618858281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115447160618858281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115447160618858281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115447160618858281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-man.html' title='my man!'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115444416188438824</id><published>2006-08-01T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T01:12:51.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wandering @wonderla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/203765672/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/68/203765672_16fef666a3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/203765672/"&gt;the water rides in wonderla&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mals_page/"&gt;simply mals&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;30 July 2006&lt;br /&gt;i had a chance to visit this place "wonderla"  at bangalore, india.  a 2-hour ride away from St. John's woods (where im staying); and considered as one of the famous parks in bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;it was around 11AM when reached the place.  it was a typical sunday for everyone, and very much like the philippines, its a family day.&lt;br /&gt;to my surprise, i had never seen such a queue of elderly women, children, parents, couples, teens going crazy to enter the park. i held my breath because im really not that accustomed to large groups of people sharing that familiar scent of fried onions. I think i may have to check myself din baka nahawa na ko.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, off we went, took our tickets, grabbed a bin to place our things the started our journey around the place for 2 hours (thats the free time for the group before gathering again for a round of group rides).&lt;br /&gt;the scorchingly screaming sun took the energy out of me. i never had the chance to enjoy my day because my migraine had been seeping in.  the day was stressful for me. i spent the day watching the whole team enjoy themselves. hayy naku.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, i tried the "anchor's away" look-a-like as a starter ride... but as soon as the wheels of the machine took us to flight, voila! my headache was throbbing so hard i vomitted right after the ride.  it looks that i'd proven once again that rides like these aren't good for me...&lt;br /&gt;(** sad part is... i know someone wont be at all too happy to know that i cant join him on similar rides :(  sowee...)&lt;br /&gt;---now, for the fun part.... hahaha and kinda ewwww for some... ---&lt;br /&gt;the team asked us to join the group for a swim, which we didnt reject. we obliged. hayyy&lt;br /&gt;we went to the "waves", very similar to that "wave pool" at fontana. we were there for around an hour or so. its quite fun. and i had the strangest feeling that most of the people there were staring at us because we were wearing shorts and sleeveless tops while they were sporting jeans + tee, or saree (a dress for women), or jogging pants + tee... yeah.. in short, they were ogling us.&lt;br /&gt;the day went well after that, we had dinner in a fancy resto very similar to the restos at greenbelt 3.&lt;br /&gt;we went home so tired that my two friends closed shut their own rooms the moment we reached home. hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i stayed longer at the sofa bed. i spent another 4 hours talking to my baby over ym - but this is another story i guess. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115444416188438824?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115444416188438824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115444416188438824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115444416188438824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115444416188438824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/08/wandering-wonderla.html' title='wandering @wonderla'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115378300398523096</id><published>2006-07-25T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T15:12:01.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singsongs of the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/189430676/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/74/189430676_cdad06bb6b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/189430676/"&gt;bubbles!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mals_page/"&gt;simply mals&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://eveningdrive.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-this-day.html"&gt;eveningdrive: On this day...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish be at your side at this time. :-) its the 25th of July, a very special day. i am supposed to be on another planet or plane right now, unfortunately i dont have the means to be. right now, im just using what is available to me, and i thank the wonder of science for these excellent machines; to have my fingers key in the needed letters to form the words i would like to send, and to talk and listen to your voice.&lt;br /&gt;for the nth time today, i want to say, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are heavy,&lt;br /&gt;i cant barely open them,&lt;br /&gt;yet my senses are real,&lt;br /&gt;wanting you so badly,&lt;br /&gt;to be next to you&lt;br /&gt;staring at those sweet sweet eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i miss being close to you.&lt;br /&gt;being held captive in your arms&lt;br /&gt;and your raucous laughter that sends me away&lt;br /&gt;to that cheery land of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;its a very special day, my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i am home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will be.&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;and i know you will be there.&lt;br /&gt;waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115378300398523096?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115378300398523096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115378300398523096' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115378300398523096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115378300398523096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/07/singsongs-of-heart.html' title='singsongs of the heart'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115349759206430630</id><published>2006-07-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:59:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagay! kampai! kampai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/62115448/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/62115448_e89f408ba4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/62115448/"&gt;san mig&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mals_page/"&gt;simply mals&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;eto ay isang patunay na sikat na sikat ang pinoy sa inuman. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have any important thing to discuss (as if it matters to any of you). im just feeling so homesick and so tired i want to go home na sa pinas! waaahhhhh ayoko na dito!&lt;br /&gt;isa pa, i feel so sad at the moment. inis din sa mga taong nakapaligid.&lt;br /&gt;ang hirap magpanggap na di ka galit. na di ka asar. hay buhay.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115349759206430630?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115349759206430630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115349759206430630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115349759206430630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115349759206430630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/07/tagay-kampai-kampai.html' title='tagay! kampai! kampai!'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115331523307177272</id><published>2006-07-19T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T07:47:48.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>streamlining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/75500140/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/75500140_29e2b59d78_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/75500140/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;pamanwit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mals_page/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;simply mals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;(this is the typical setting in the province... along the stream, the kids try to lure fishes with their poles, gals line up for their usual labada, and parents chat with "gin" in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;my family loves to go to this place whenever time permits; we eat on banana leaves using our hands, savouring the dishes that my mom and my titas cooked! hehehe, yum-yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to share some of the poems i wrote because someone has been asking me to post my articles here. i hope no one will take notice of how poor i am at creating these things, my apologies, its just that i really like to write, not minding things as long as it suits me. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystified and horror stricken,&lt;br /&gt;Memories of the past&lt;br /&gt;Haunts like a prey;&lt;br /&gt;the silence is agonizing&lt;br /&gt;darkness seeps in&lt;br /&gt;while I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;(08.05.2006 - 02:37 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lost"&lt;br /&gt;all alone, i was in the room. pretending to be asleep, its been hours since i have been awake. 5 hours? 6? I am not certain, the eccentricities of the night was enveloping me in sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Should i blame the night? I guess not. I could not blame the night. This is not its fault.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... I turned my gaze into the flourescent light just outside our room, and could barely think of the shadow it casts on the gloomy hallway. I moved slightly to my left, my sister has been sleeping like a baby. I envy her thoughts wandering now in her sleep. How could I not sleep like her? I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;I turned my eyes on the window and had seen the faint light coming from outside. The day was starting to regain its conciousness, or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong? I have been thinking a lot these past few days, I know. I could barely hide the dark circles on my eyes. Fool as it may seem, but i know that i was never good at hiding sadness.&lt;br /&gt;The day was breaking, i havent slept. But for all these times, I may have to ask again... what is wrong? What am I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;(08.05.2006 - 03:19 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot fathom&lt;br /&gt;the fury that besets&lt;br /&gt;in my soul&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to scream&lt;br /&gt;rip your heart open&lt;br /&gt;tore that silence&lt;br /&gt;between clenched teeth&lt;br /&gt;and once more&lt;br /&gt;hear the loud banging&lt;br /&gt;of the hatred cries&lt;br /&gt;of my being.&lt;br /&gt;(11.05.2006, 03:49)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a lonely night. i can only hear the sounds of my family breathe as they round the clock on this wee hours of the evening. i am tired... tired of thinking, of working and pondering about life itself... i am just a simple person, in want of feeling being loved and cared. maybe i am overreacting. i got lots of friends and a loving family around me. well, maybe i am really nuts. crazy you might put it. but it isnt a crime to be feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;(20.05.2006, 13:08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let things be"&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we tend to mull over a lot of things in life.&lt;br /&gt;most of the times we worry a lot about the whole "what if's" of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;and we are also more inclined to think closely of the jumbled errors we had committed that we end up staring blankly.&lt;br /&gt;of all those things that make us wonder, make us think, make us think of less of who we are, i am more attuned to remind you that we are not achieving anything.&lt;br /&gt;instead, it would be best if we just let things be.&lt;br /&gt;if we feel sad, have it that way.&lt;br /&gt;if we are angered of anything, then freely admit that we are that way.&lt;br /&gt;it is as simple as accepting of what is here and now, because what will happen in the next days of our lives depend much on what is here and now.&lt;br /&gt;and so i end this simple nonsense piece of the heart that sometimes things are made simpler when we let things be... just as they are.&lt;br /&gt;(21.06.2006, 04:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being there,&lt;br /&gt;for saving my life,&lt;br /&gt;for all the joys of in my face,&lt;br /&gt;for all that goodness you have been sharing to me.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can be enough&lt;br /&gt;for you to feel special,&lt;br /&gt;but i know that whatever i give,&lt;br /&gt;it may never be enough&lt;br /&gt;so i am letting go&lt;br /&gt;of the hurt and pain you have&lt;br /&gt;on having me.&lt;br /&gt;you have always been a wonderful man.&lt;br /&gt;and you will always&lt;br /&gt;have a special place&lt;br /&gt;in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;no man can ever take it&lt;br /&gt;because you are there&lt;br /&gt;at its center.&lt;br /&gt;(10.07.2006, 08:24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crept,&lt;br /&gt;slowly,&lt;br /&gt;making sure soft steps&lt;br /&gt;on this mournful heart.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to search&lt;br /&gt;for a love,&lt;br /&gt;a promised love that i knew,&lt;br /&gt;but it wasnt there,&lt;br /&gt;i think i was alone,&lt;br /&gt;as ever,&lt;br /&gt;all alone.&lt;br /&gt;i stood waiting,&lt;br /&gt;again and again i searched.&lt;br /&gt;looked.&lt;br /&gt;waited.&lt;br /&gt;until my head ached&lt;br /&gt;for the longing of your presence&lt;br /&gt;that i never knew&lt;br /&gt;had now been enveloped&lt;br /&gt;by the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;(10.07.2006, 10:49)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is screaming. i was lost, had been lost and been found. i know not of what lies ahead of me, but im trying to think positively of how or what i feel towards life. all has been broken, all is lost.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so alone, so cold... i wish i am cuddling you. but i do wonder now if you still want to hold me.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i am no one.&lt;br /&gt;(10.07.2006, 10:55) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115331523307177272?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115331523307177272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115331523307177272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115331523307177272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115331523307177272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/07/streamlining.html' title='streamlining'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115331290619306487</id><published>2006-07-19T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:53:38.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetest smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/142674407/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/142674407_7858591967_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/142674407/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jovi, mals, ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mals_page/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;simply mals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;pretty ladies they say.&lt;br /&gt;i'll disagree if you are talking about these two lovely ladies with me.&lt;br /&gt;they arent simply pretty... they are gorgeous! (now, who dares question that? LOL ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i truly miss the mesmerizing smiles of ela and jovi. i remember our last 'gimik' day. yep. they are my drinking buddies. hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i just can't help but look forward to getting my feet back on manila and catanduanes earth, to be with them and my whole family as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss being with them. i am also on my knees each night wishing both of them well.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115331290619306487?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115331290619306487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115331290619306487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115331290619306487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115331290619306487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweetest-smiles.html' title='sweetest smiles'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115331245549572025</id><published>2006-07-19T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:52:13.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shimmering eyes of bubbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/189451378/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/189451378/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bubbles and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mals_page/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;simply mals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;its 5:47pm, IDC time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;just hung up that ym call, leaving me in complete awe of what has happened in my life for the past two months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;the things around me are deceiving, very different with what i had.&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly, here i am travelling fast in this road called "L-O-V-E".&lt;br /&gt;i never knew i will be experiencing it this soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;oh well, life is full of surprises after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;so for now, i'll just be riding along and hoping things will change... for the better of course!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115331245549572025?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115331245549572025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115331245549572025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115331245549572025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115331245549572025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/07/shimmering-eyes-of-bubbles.html' title='shimmering eyes of bubbles'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115330631106819535</id><published>2006-07-19T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:51:24.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sharing the comfort of the shade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/189430674/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/78/189430674_40e28c35bd_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mals_page/189430674/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;singapore airport&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mals_page/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;simply mals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i look so happy here. i wish i am now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;its been 10 days since i left the comfort of living in pinas.&lt;br /&gt;i do love travelling but i wasnt prepared for this two month relocation to a foreign place where the people tend to be obnoxious sometimes, where some can't understand a simple "no" in english. Arrrggghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;what i wish for now is to have the power to get the days going and going until its time for me to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, looking at life away from home also stimulates my curiosity to learn how other people live. had it not been for this travel, i would not have known how missing my friends, family and a special someone could be killing me. i now appreciate the time that i was home with them. on the other hand, its just too early to arrive at a conclusion as to how my travel will end, but im positive that i've got a lot to share after this long journey. ciao. till next time.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115330631106819535?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115330631106819535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115330631106819535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115330631106819535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115330631106819535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/07/sharing-comfort-of-shade.html' title='sharing the comfort of the shade'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31110937.post-115286159949797075</id><published>2006-07-14T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:50:52.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;im missing home. been away from home for six days now, and i terribly want to be home soon. i miss my bed, my soft pillow, my desk at the office, the constant chat with my peers at work, my family, my sister, and my baby.&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhh! :(&lt;br /&gt;i still have around 7 weeks or so before i can fly home, and i just heard from a teammate here that we might be extending for 3 more weeks here. waaaahhhh :(&lt;br /&gt;i'll go nuts here, just thinking a lot about how good it feels to be around those people i used to be with, especially my sister and my baby. how i wish i could just take them here, it would really be great. we'd try most of the dishes here that are soooo spicy that the last time i tried i suffered two-day visits to the wash room. :(&lt;br /&gt;hayyy. i miss everything from home... most especially the long night talks with my sister and those cuddly arms that willingly wrap around me when i want to be hugged.&lt;br /&gt;i miss home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;tHaNk YoU fOr DrOpPiNg By! :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31110937-115286159949797075?l=mals-cradled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/feeds/115286159949797075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31110937&amp;postID=115286159949797075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115286159949797075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31110937/posts/default/115286159949797075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mals-cradled.blogspot.com/2006/07/missing-home.html' title='missing home'/><author><name>m-a-l-s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648375735195163211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/189451378_7b26235012_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
