<?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-16675101</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:23:19.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga kadakdakan ni daks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675101.post-117550308868200850</id><published>2007-04-02T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:23:55.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Ponies</title><content type='html'>Last saturday before dropping Ella to her friend's house, binili na namin yung pony na matagal na niyang hinihingi saamin ng daddy nya. Ewan ko ba wala namang kakaiba sa laruan na yun pero napaka-popular sa mga classmates nya. Halos lahat daw ng classmates nya na girls ay meron at siya na lang ang wala. Naawa naman ako kaya kahit medyo mahal ng konti napabili na rin. Kaya sugod kami sa Warehouse umagang umaga para mabili na si pony. Aba! ang tinamaan na magaling at ang pinapabili pa ay yung dalawahan...kung meron lang sana kaming nakita sa pagga-garage, siguradong nabili ko na. Kaya para wala ng kulitan, binigay na rin ang gusto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala ko ay tapos na ang kulitan sa kabayong yun(pony)...nakupo at ang daddy naman nya ang kinukulit at gustong igawa daw sya ng movie tungkol sa kanyang ponies at sya daw ang gagawa ng story. Aba! nag-ambisyon pa talagang maging script writer. Kaya  ang kawawang daddy nya nag-puyat para sa kanyang blockbuster movie. hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;strong&gt;SONY PICTURES &lt;/strong&gt;presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"MY LITTLE PONIES"&lt;/strong&gt; starring &lt;strong&gt;Pony, Ms. Mora, Bad ponies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casting by &lt;strong&gt;ELLABOT&lt;/strong&gt; music by &lt;strong&gt;DADDYBOT&lt;/strong&gt; written by &lt;strong&gt;ELLABOT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;produced by &lt;strong&gt;MOMMYBOT&lt;/strong&gt; directed by &lt;strong&gt;DADDYBOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/em1m_eE_0FM"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/em1m_eE_0FM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675101-117550308868200850?l=daks12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/117550308868200850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675101&amp;postID=117550308868200850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/117550308868200850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/117550308868200850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-little-ponies.html' title='My little Ponies'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675101.post-115915850669530695</id><published>2006-09-24T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:47:29.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>I am alone,&lt;br /&gt;so very alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt,&lt;br /&gt;so very bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ignored,&lt;br /&gt;just thrown aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am security,&lt;br /&gt;for others to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lonely,&lt;br /&gt;there is no one close,&lt;br /&gt;no one sees the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry,&lt;br /&gt;hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone,&lt;br /&gt;and no one knows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675101-115915850669530695?l=daks12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/115915850669530695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675101&amp;postID=115915850669530695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/115915850669530695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/115915850669530695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/2006/09/alone.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Alone&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675101.post-115890083430488130</id><published>2006-09-21T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T02:43:43.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMEN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IF WOMEN CONTROLLED THE WORLD...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-4e.slide.com&amp;channel=72057594043202894&amp;cy=un" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/f2/72057594043202894/un_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/blank.gif" height="0" width="0" style="border: 0;"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF WOMEN RULED THE WORLD...    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Men would sit around and wonder what WE are thinking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Women with cold hands would give men prostate exams.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;... PMS would be a legitimate defense in court.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;... Men would get reputations for sleeping around.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;... Singles bars would have metal detectors to weed out men hiding wedding rings in their pockets. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;... A man would no longer be considered a "good catch" simply because he is breathing.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;... Fewer women would be dieting because their ideal weight standard would increase by 40 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;... Shopping would be considered an aerobic activity.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;... "Ms." Magazine would have an annual swimsuit issue featuring scantily clad male models.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;... Men would not be allowed to eat gas-producing foods within two hours of bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;... Men would be secretaries for female bosses, working twice as hard for none of the credit.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;... Little girls would read "Snow White and the Seven Hunks." &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;... Men would bring drinks, chips and dip to women watching soap operas.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;... Men would HAVE to get Playboy for the articles, because there would be no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;... Men would learn phrases like:  "I'm sorry," "I love you," "You're beautiful," "Of course you don't look fat in that outfit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND GOD CREATED WOMAN...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the Lord made man in the Garden of Eden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said to himself, "There's something he is needin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After casting about for a suitable pearl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept messing around and created a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two beautiful legs, so long and so slender,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round, slim, and firm, and ever so tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lovely hips to increase his desire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rounded and firm to bring out the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lovely breasts, so full and so proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commanding his eyes, as he whispers aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lovely arms, just aching to bless you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And two loving hands, to soothe and caress you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft, cascading hair hung down over her shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And two dreamy eyes, just to make him grow bolder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas made for a man, just to make his heart sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he added a mouth, and ruined the whole damn thing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675101-115890083430488130?l=daks12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/115890083430488130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675101&amp;postID=115890083430488130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/115890083430488130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/115890083430488130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/2006/09/women.html' title='WOMEN...'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675101.post-115805900867475586</id><published>2006-09-12T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T04:39:44.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5035/1589/1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5035/1589/320/friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First Aired: September 1994 on NBC &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be There For You&lt;br /&gt;By The Rembrandts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no one told you life was gonna be this way [four claps]&lt;br /&gt;Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear&lt;br /&gt;When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;(When the rain starts to pour)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;(Like I've been there before)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;('Cause you're there for me too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still in bed at ten and work began at eight&lt;br /&gt;You've burned your breakfast so far, things are going great&lt;br /&gt;Your mother warned you there'd be days like these&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't tell when the world has brought you down to your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me&lt;br /&gt;Seems you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me&lt;br /&gt;Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with&lt;br /&gt;Someone I'll always laugh with&lt;br /&gt;Even at my worst, I'm best with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear&lt;br /&gt;When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, sila muna ang friends ko dito sa nz. Halos araw-araw sinusubaybayan parang tele-nobela. Isa kasi ito sa mga shows na pinapanood ko dito bukod sa project runway na patapos na. Alam kong tapos na itong mga shows na ito sa US pero wala akong choice dahil wala naman akong ibang mapanood. Limang channel lang ang meron kami, hindi ko pa type yung. Buti pa sa atin, lipat ka ng lipat ng channel kasi ang dami mong gustong panoorin, dito naman, lipat ka ng lipat kasi wala kang mapanood. Hayyy... buhay nga naman! Kaya eksakto alas sais y medya, ready na ang tv at ang vcr player para i-record ang tv series na ito. Bakit kamo ko nire-record? kasi hindi napapanood ni fafa dahil afternoon shift, kaya yun ang solusyon! Favorite cast ko syempre si Rachel green, kaya excited akong manood pag tungkol sa kanya ang story. Syempre favorite episode yung guest si fafa brad, ano fa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675101-115805900867475586?l=daks12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/115805900867475586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675101&amp;postID=115805900867475586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/115805900867475586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/115805900867475586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/2006/09/friends.html' title='Friends.....'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675101.post-115770525512542705</id><published>2006-09-08T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:52:54.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batang-bata ka pa.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashticker" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://widget-20.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="426" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-20.slide.com&amp;channel=72057594041981472&amp;amp;cy=bl"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;img height="0" src="http://widget-20.slide.com/f2/72057594041981472/bl_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/blank.gif" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! balik blogging na po ako ulit after a century, ha,ha,ha. Pero syempre since bago ang location namin syempre dapat bago din ang bahay ko dito sa blogging world. Obvious naman bago na naman( pailan na nga ba 'to? he,he,he). Hindi ako mapakali pag nakakakita talaga ako ng ibang blog, gusto kong matutunan kung paano nila pinag. Sana pala nag-IT na lang ako, challenging, interesting at saka exciting pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since wala akong magawa ngayon pinagti-tripan ko na naman ang mga pictures ng baby ko. Miss na namin kasi talaga sya!!!! 7 months na ko dito sa Auckland at ng umalis ako sa atin, hindi ko na alam kung ano na ang nabago sa kanya. Hanggang tawag lang kaming dalawa, Ano na kaya ang bago sa kanya ngayon? tumubo na kaya ang mga ngipin nya sa taas? gaano na kaya sya katangkad? Mahilig pa rin kaya syang magsulat at mag-drawing? pinapalayas pa rin kaya nya ang mga tao sa bahay pag galit sya? Hay, kahit ano pang topak nya, masarap pa rin syang kausap at kasama. Para rin akong may kausap na matanda kahit sya lang ang kasama ko sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung huling nag-usap kami ayaw nyang pumunta dito sa New Zealand, natatakot daw syang sumakay ng eroplano at baka daw mawalan ng makina. Palitan na lang daw ng picture ng pinsan nya yung passport nya para may kasama kami dito. Hay, ang laki ng problema ng anak ko, pati eroplano pino-problema. Hindi bale isang buwan na lang at magkikita na kami, sana hindi sya mahiya sa akin kasi sabi ng nanay ko yun daw ang sinabi sa kanila nung tinanong sya na "paano pag sinundo ka na ng mommy mo? Kakaiba talaga! nahihiya pati sa akin. No wonder kung kanino nagmana! (kanino pa eh di sa carbon copy nyang tatay, ha,ha,ha).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675101-115770525512542705?l=daks12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/115770525512542705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675101&amp;postID=115770525512542705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/115770525512542705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/115770525512542705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/2006/09/batang-bata-ka-pa_08.html' title='Batang-bata ka pa.....'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675101.post-113006198587521322</id><published>2005-10-23T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T03:06:25.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO CONTROL EMOTIONS</title><content type='html'>This would give you guides on how to control your emotions towards your better-half, friends, officemates and all the people around you, especially your "boss". The rules of practicing "ugaling langit, ugaling kaaya-aya" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Ang naunang magalit ang may karapatang magalit. Pag naunahan ka na ng galit niya, tumahimik ka na lang muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Walang taong nag-aaway mag-isa. Pag hindi kayo sumagot o pumatol, titigil din daw ang taong nakikipag- away sa inyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Ang taong galit, 'bingi.' If someone is angry, wala raw pinakikinggan, so, don't try to explain and fight back. Hindi ka niya iintindihin dahil wala siyang naririnig kundi ang sarili nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Ang taong galit, 'abnoy.' Ayon sa pastor, Biblical daw ito? because the Lord said when He was crucified, "Father, patawarin mo sila dahil hindi nila alam ang kanilang ginagawa." Modern term for these kinds of people are abnoys, so you better not get angry para huwag kang matawag na abnoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should also know and realize that the persons who make your day bad are jewel, because you need them for you to mature. Hangga't andyan daw sila at kinaiinisan mo, ibig sabihin, immature ka pa. God will not take away those people; it's for you to take away your bad feelings towards them. You'll know na mature ka na pag dumating 'yung time na hindi ka na naiinis sa mga taong ito because you have learned to accept them and to have patience with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Finally, the best part of this is to tell yourself na, because of this&lt;br /&gt;person, "I will grow mature," and that DAHIL SA CONTRIBUTION NIYA SA&lt;br /&gt;MATURITY MO, KUKUNIN DIN SYA NI LORD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675101-113006198587521322?l=daks12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/113006198587521322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675101&amp;postID=113006198587521322' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/113006198587521322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/113006198587521322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-to-control-emotions.html' title='HOW TO CONTROL EMOTIONS'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675101.post-112964767102005424</id><published>2005-10-18T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T08:01:11.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resume</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Address&lt;/strong&gt;: Ephesians 1:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phone&lt;/strong&gt;: Romans 10:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Website&lt;/strong&gt;: The Bible. Keywords: Christ, Lord, Savior and Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5035/1589/200/jesus1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. My name is Jesus-The Christ. Many call me Lord! I've sent you my resume because I'm seeking the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;top management position&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in your heart. Please consider my accomplishments as set forth in my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qualifications&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I founded the earth and established the heavens, (See Proverbs 3:19)&lt;br /&gt;I formed man from the dust of the ground, (See Genesis 2:7)&lt;br /&gt;I breathed into man the breath of life, (See Genesis 2:7)&lt;br /&gt;I redeemed man from the curse of the law, (See Galatians 3:13)&lt;br /&gt;The blessings of the Abrahamic Covenant comes upon your life through me, (See Galatians 3:14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Occupational Background&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only had one employer, (See Luke 2:49). I've never been tardy, absent, disobedient, slothful or disrespectful. My employer has nothing but rave reviews for me, (See Matthew 3:15-17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skills Work Experiences&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my skills and work experiences include: empowering the poor to be poor no more, healing the brokenhearted, setting the captives free, healing the sick, restoring sight to the blind and setting at liberty them that are bruised, (See Luke 4:18). I am a Wonderful Counselor, (See Isaiah 9:6). People who listen to me shall dwell safely and shall not fear evil, (See Proverbs 1:33). Most importantly, I have the authority, ability and power to cleanse you of your sins, (See I John 1:7-9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Educational Background&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encompass the entire breadth and length of knowledge, wisdom and understanding, (See Proverbs 2:6). In me are hid all of the treasures of wisdom and knowledge, (See Colossians 2:3). My Word is so powerful; it has been described as being a lamp unto your feet and a lamp unto your path, (See Psalms 119:105). I can even tell you all of the secrets of your heart, (See Psalms 44:21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Major Accomplishments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an active participant in the greatest Summit Meeting of all times, (See Genesis 1:26).&lt;br /&gt;I laid down my life so that you may live, (See II Corinthians 5:15).&lt;br /&gt;I defeated the archenemy of God and mankind and made a show of them openly, (See Colossians 2:15).&lt;br /&gt;I've miraculously fed the poor, healed the sick and raised the dead! There are many more major accomplishments, too many to mention here. You can read them on my website, which is located at: www dot -- the BIBLE. You don't need an Internet connection or computer to access my website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;References&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believers and followers worldwide will testify to my divine healings, salvation, deliverance, miracles, restoration and supernatural guidance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Summation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've read my resume, I'm confident that I'm the only candidate uniquely qualified to fill this vital position in your heart. In summation, I will properly direct your paths, (See Proverbs 3:5-6), and lead you into everlasting life, (See John 6:47). When can I start? Time is of the essence, (See Hebrews 3:15).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675101-112964767102005424?l=daks12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/112964767102005424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675101&amp;postID=112964767102005424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112964767102005424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112964767102005424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/2005/10/resume.html' title='The Resume'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675101.post-112952638357154541</id><published>2005-10-16T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:19:43.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/ellabunnymorph.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/ellabunnymorph.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675101-112952638357154541?l=daks12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/112952638357154541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675101&amp;postID=112952638357154541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112952638357154541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112952638357154541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/2005/10/morph_16.html' title='Morph'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675101.post-112937141550181519</id><published>2005-10-15T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T03:16:55.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laban o bawi?</title><content type='html'>Laban o bawi question no. ? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo Yllana: Ano ang pambansang ibon ng New Zealand? four letter word ito at may letter k.&lt;br /&gt;Contestant#1: hawk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo Yllana: Puede! may k din yon. Pero mali, hindi sya hawk...&lt;br /&gt;Contestant#2: peacock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo Yllana: may k din yon. Mali pa rin. Ang tamang answer ay kiwi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong matawa kahapon habang naririnig ko yung mga answers, kaya lang napangiti na lang ako. Naisip ko kasi na kung hindi kami papunta ng NZ malamang yun din ang sagot ko. Ha, ha,ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675101-112937141550181519?l=daks12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/112937141550181519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675101&amp;postID=112937141550181519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112937141550181519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112937141550181519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/2005/10/laban-o-bawi.html' title='Laban o bawi?'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675101.post-112912234022006799</id><published>2005-10-12T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T07:13:35.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 na si babybot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One month din akong hindi nakapag-post dito sa aking diary. Sabi nga ni daddybot..sa wakas after 100 years magpo-post na si mommybot! Ang rason? wala lang! Inatake ng matinding nakakahawang sakit...katam(katamaran in short). Pero ngayon hindi ako puedeng tamarin at di mag-post dahil special day ngayon ng aking one and only babybot. Happy birthday Ella Rei! 5 years old na si babybot ko, ang bilis talaga ng panahon. Nare-reminisce ko pa noong naglilihi pa lang ako na katakot-takot na hirap at kaartehan ang pinagdaanan ko. Feeling ko nga buong pagbubuntis ko ay naglilihi ako. Twice pang naospital dahil hindi na makakain. Pandesal at sago lang yata ang nakakain ko noon. Ang alam ko kasi ayoko ng lasa ng tubig kaya sago lang ang kaya kong mainom. Sabi nga ng mga friends ko na huwag sa akin hihingi ng tips tungkol sa pagbubuntis, kasi puro kaartehan lang daw ang mabibigay ko. Sabi ko nga sa sarili ko, haayy nasa tiyan pa lang pihikan na si babybot, paano na lang pag nailabas ko na? Hanggang sa pagle-labor ko inabot ako ng 18 hours bago sya kumawala sa loob ng tiyan ko, natatandaan ko nga kinakalampagan na yung tiyan ko ng mga nurse doon sa hospital kasi hindi daw nagco-contract. Mukhang tulog na tulog pa daw si babybot sa loob. Sa hirap ko nga, nagpa-request na ko na magpa-cs dahil feeling ko di ko na kaya...kaya lang di pumayag ang doctor kaya tiis na lang. Kaya after 18 hours na paghihirap, lumabas din sa wakas! Hindi nga agad ako nakapasok ng room ko dahil nag-40 ang temperature ko sa sobrang pagod. Pero ang totoo hindi ko nga na-feel na nag-fever ako ng ganoong kataas...siguro kasi i was very2 happy na nung time na yun kasi nakita ko na ang pinakahihintay namin at narinig ko pa ang kanyang mala-song bird na iyak. Since favorite talaga ni babybot mag-write, nag-create ako last night ng blog para sa kanya,(He,he,he, sana di matanggal kasi di pa puede sa age nya). Eto nga pala yung blogsite nya &lt;a href="http://www.ellabot.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ellabot.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Siya nga pinapili ko ng design. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/birthdaycandle.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy birthday again babybot! I remember so well the day that you were born. All the excitement, all the wondering and worrying...and when the doctor placed you in my arms, I knew our life would never be the same. You are a miracle to us. You are special and unique and so many things we've always dreamed of. Daddybot and Mommybot love you very very much, this year and every year. We wish you another year full of fun, laughter and love. Happy Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675101-112912234022006799?l=daks12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/112912234022006799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675101&amp;postID=112912234022006799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112912234022006799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112912234022006799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/2005/10/5-na-si-babybot.html' title='5 na si babybot'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675101.post-112659700252915253</id><published>2005-09-13T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:47:28.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy bot and baby bot came to Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5035/1589/320/atc1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Akala nyo siguro si Lucy torres at si Julianna 'to noh? Nagkakamali kayo! si Charlene Gonzales at si Atasha yan.(he,he,he) O, baka hinahanap nyo si (d)Aga muhlach, pasensya na photographer na lang sya ngayon dahil baka maagawan pa kami sa limelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nga ba ayokong pupunta dyan sa Town center eh! napapaghalata na wala kami ni husband na sense of direction. Kung hindi nga lang birthday ng anak ni connie(friend and soon to be neighbor in new zealand) di na talaga ako pupunta doon eh! Palagi kami kung saan-saan napupunta...napabili pa tuloy ng shoes ni baby bot. Naku ke mahal-mahal! Nahihiya lang ako hindi bilhin dahil gusto na daw nya at saka tanungin ba naman ako ng "bakit mommy, mahal ba?...siyempre lingon ako sa saleslady sabay sabing "sige miss kunin na namin". Baka sabihin pang poor kami! (ang totoo 200 pesos lang naman talaga budget ko sa shoes nya). Anakis ng tipaklong nawala agad ang 300 pesos!. Pambili ko na rin sana ng 3 internet card. Pero oki doks lang, napunta naman ang datung kay baby bot. Tiis na lang si mommy at daddy bot na di mag-internet ng matagal. At kapag hindi naibili mag-ala sadako na si baby bot...katakot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5035/1589/200/atc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So we better watch out, we better not try coming to Town again....at baka masira uli ang budget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675101-112659700252915253?l=daks12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/112659700252915253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675101&amp;postID=112659700252915253' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112659700252915253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112659700252915253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/2005/09/mommy-bot-and-baby-bot-came-to-town.html' title='Mommy bot and baby bot came to Town'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675101.post-112659662441271853</id><published>2005-09-07T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:30:24.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang aking mga friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5035/1589/1600/Picture%20008kl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5035/1589/400/Picture%20008kl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayo may ganito ba kayo kagagandang mga friendsters?Sila po ang aking mga treasured friendships in times of joy, sadness and madness. Malalaki man ang mga braso pero always there to lend a hand and foot kung kailangan at kahit hindi kailangan. Kaya para parangalan ko sila sa mga kabutihan at kalokahan na pinagsaluhan namin sa loob ng......ilang taon na nga ba?(ha,ha,ha...friends daw eh).Narito mga minamahal kong friendships ang isang tulang naangkop para sa inyo.(walang iiyak ha? ako lang dapat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we walk our path of life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We meet people everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most are simply met by chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, some are sent our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These become special friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whose bond we can't explain;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ones who understand us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And share our joy and pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their love contains no boundaries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, even we are apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their presence enhances us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a warmth felt in the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This love becomes a passageway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When even the miles disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so, these friends, God sends our way,R&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;emain forever near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675101-112659662441271853?l=daks12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/112659662441271853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675101&amp;postID=112659662441271853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112659662441271853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112659662441271853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/2005/09/ang-aking-mga-friendships.html' title='Ang aking mga friendships'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675101.post-112659606818996865</id><published>2005-09-06T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:25:08.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'D bots family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5035/1589/1600/bots1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5035/1589/400/bots1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaayyy, September na…simula na ng countdown ko ng paghihintay sa aming much-awaited visa. Habang lumalapit ang pagdating nito lalong mas nakakainip…kaya buti na lang naimbento itong blog, at least may mapapagkalibangan ako habang nag-iintay.Sabi nga nila hindi naman kailangang napakagaling mong writer para makapag-sulat dito…for me, gusto ko lang i-express lahat ng gusto kong sabihin at para makapag-share na rin. Kaya para sa mga makakabasang friends and mga nag-blo-blog hopping wala mang sense mga naisulat ko dito..pagpasensyahan nyo na po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to introduce my family here.Syempre di ko na introduce sarili ko dahil di importante. ha,ha,ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First to introduce syempre is my baby.Her name is ella...pero mas gusto kong tawagin sya na "botbot" pag nilalambing ko sya. Pero pag galit si ako, stick ako sa ella para sumunod...pero ang totoo, di rin naman nasunod.Halos lahat yata ay nakuha nya sa daddy nya, yung looks, personality, pagiging bright...hanggang ngayon nga tinatanong ko pa rin kung ano nakuha nya sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites:&lt;br /&gt;food: pork adobo&lt;br /&gt;color: red, pink&lt;br /&gt;classmate: hannahtoy: betty(kahit kulay tutong na)&lt;br /&gt;hobby: draw and color her books, read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And syempre mawawala ba naman sa story ko si husbandry...sabi nga ng mga friends ko ay sya ang buhay ko(charing...). Masyadong colorful ang kwento namain ni husband kaya I prefer na sa mga susunod na post ko na lang iwen2. Pwede nga siguro ipadala sa "Magpakailanman" yung story namin kaya lang baka mag-resign si mel tiangco kasi walang wenta. ha,ha,ha&lt;br /&gt;Favorites:&lt;br /&gt;food: anything fried wag lang fish tsaka veggies&lt;br /&gt;color: blue, white&lt;br /&gt;hobby: painting, drawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At yan ang aking pamilya...gusto nyo mang makita o hindi, wala kayong magagawa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675101-112659606818996865?l=daks12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/112659606818996865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675101&amp;postID=112659606818996865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112659606818996865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112659606818996865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/2005/09/d-bots-family.html' title='&apos;D bots family'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16675101.post-112659460995202867</id><published>2005-08-29T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:56:49.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>Good morning! it's my first post....wala pa ko maisip isulat kasi madaling araw na at inaantok na ko. Di ko na maistorbo si husbandry to check kung tama ba ang pag-create ko ng blog...baka sayang internet card ko dito. Sige tom na lang ulit next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16675101-112659460995202867?l=daks12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/feeds/112659460995202867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16675101&amp;postID=112659460995202867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112659460995202867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16675101/posts/default/112659460995202867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daks12.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>Daks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09713794934038441975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a288/EBanaticla/2VVuZNudA3vd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
