<?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-8802057</id><updated>2011-05-02T03:33:32.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight zone</title><subtitle type='html'>twilight- noun 1)- light from the sky between full night and sunrise or sunset and full night. 2) a state of imperfect clarity.
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-110856581190125223</id><published>2005-02-16T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T23:04:26.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mawawala na..</title><content type='html'>Imman: this is my last post in this poor excuse for a blog... What's the purpose of writing a 2 person blog when only one is posting? What is the purpose of the blog if one decides to go away.. i dont have the slightest idea.. well.. let's put it in a lighter perspective.. Im done trying to be the pessimist.. let's just say rome, greece, and the chinese empire all crumbled at some point.. no empire in history ever stood the test of time.. but their legacy lives on and echoes into eternity.. I would like to say the same for my blog but.. (hay.. cant help being the pessimist talaga..) anyways.. i would just like to say thank you to the people who have been reading my blog.. saka to my blogmate gio.. whose abrupt and surprising decision to switch to tabulas and abandon this blog made me decide to close this blog down..  for being swayed to start this blog in the first place.. and to myself also for posting my thoughts.. even though i only opened the door slightly and i really didnt get to jot down my deepest darkest thoughts and troubles here... hay.. so there.. this may be the last entry.. I wont post my new blog here.. nor gio's.. haha.. so there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-110856581190125223?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110856581190125223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110856581190125223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2005/02/mawawala-na.html' title='mawawala na..'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-110647246248849183</id><published>2005-01-23T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T17:27:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kung mawawala ka part 4</title><content type='html'>sino pa ba? wala na.. ayaw ko na isipin na mawawala kayo.. kasi the world will not be the same without you guys! diba? hehe.. at hindi ako tinamad gawan ng write up ang bawat isa sa inyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-110647246248849183?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110647246248849183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110647246248849183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2005/01/kung-mawawala-ka-part-4.html' title='kung mawawala ka part 4'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-110502027447727395</id><published>2005-01-14T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:32:05.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kung mawawala ka part three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Imman:&lt;/span&gt; Para sa mga iba pang kaibigang mawawala lalu na sa forren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Banawa- Mapagkakaila pa ba na napakalaking bagay kung mawawala ang kaisa-isang mark ralph endangan banawa? e kung wala ang taong to.. sino na ang magddrive kay gio? Sino na ang mapagbabatuhan ng problema sa buhay? Sino nang sasabihan ng "ayos ah" sa lahat ng kwento nya? Wala na ring makakausap kung walang magawa sa bahay at kung kailangan ng catalyst para magflow ang creative juices ni Bobby, Imman at kung sino pa.. Wala na ring creative na tao na magdadagdag ng art attack effect sa mga projects... Cno ba jan ang partner ni Imman sa lahat ng AP projects at naka-A+ sa lahat ng un? e d si Banawa! hehe.. Kung wala na rin si Mark, wla na tatawagan at tatawaging Ki! sa bahay.. At sino pa ba ang pwedeng kasing-aling ng lemon tree at iba pang oldies sa videoke? e sya rin un may ari nun magic mic eh.. kaya... yan talaga si Mark.. kung mawawala.. hindi na rin bilog ang mundo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-110502027447727395?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110502027447727395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110502027447727395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2005/01/kung-mawawala-ka-part-three.html' title='kung mawawala ka part three'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-110562829561352519</id><published>2005-01-13T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:18:28.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kung mawawala ka part 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gio:&lt;/span&gt; Imman, maraming mawawala kung mawawala ka tulad ng..&lt;dreamy&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Wala ng forever president ang forren..Paano na ang mga gimmick ng class? ang mga christmas party? reunion? moviegoing? badminton? swimming? kainan? ang blue book? lahat ng may koneksyon sa klase..paano na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mababawasan ang kakornihan sa mundo..pero iba pa rin ang imman jokes at ang very unique laugh..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na kaming mapapagkwentuhan ng anything under the sun...mga girlfriend, mga terror teacher, crush, bagsak na exams, atbp. Wala na kaming mapagkukunan ng mga advice..syet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At paano na ang Santos siblings? Ed dalawa na rin sila...c ate at si kuya..twins din..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imman, hindi na bilog ang mundo kung mawawala ka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-110562829561352519?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110562829561352519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110562829561352519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2005/01/kung-mawawala-ka-part-2.html' title='kung mawawala ka part 2..'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-110484834966412963</id><published>2005-01-04T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:26:46.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung mawawala ka...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Siguro medyo kwela post naman.. dami kasi nangyari nung end ng 2004 eh... FPJ, un kapatid ni Toff, un mga bagyong dumaan sa Pinas, saka un tsunami na kumitil sa buhay ng libu-libong tao.. kung anu-ano nang kamalasan ang naranasan ng mundo. Maraming nawala.. wala pa nga rin akong gift kay ano eh.. anyways.. kung iisipin mo.. marami tayong mga tao sa buhay na ang hirap isipin kung bigla na lang nawala.. So isipin natin... sabi nga nila.. u only realize the value of a person after the peron's gone... cue music.. kung mawawala ka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gio.. kung mawawala ka... sobrang iiyak ako...dami kasing memories eh.. walang tutuksuhing suma sina och at banawa kung maisipan uli nila. Wala na ring magiging sobrang lutong magmura dahil sa sobrang pang-iinis. Sobrang bababa grades ko dahil hindi na kita mahihingan ng tulong sa homeworks.. Well anjan pa naman c ervin pero lam mo un? iba na ang may gio. Saka kung wala ka, pano na sina gay at poy? nd na kayo magiging triplets.. twins na lng sila.. whahaha.. wala rin akong magiging ka-twighlight zone saka wala na ko katabi matulog sa beach sa zambales kung bumalik man tayo run. Wala na ring magkukuwento sakin ng kung anu-ano sa love life nya.. Wala ako makakasama sa lauan ni ervin saka sa mga gimmicks! D rin tayo makagagawa sa bahay nyo ung Hymnala ID sakali magka-hymnala part 2. Ala rin ako makasama sa mga UAAP games dahil ikaw lng un malapit sa araneta na Forren... Grabe.. sobra dami mawawala pag wala ka gio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-110484834966412963?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110484834966412963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110484834966412963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2005/01/kung-mawawala-ka.html' title='Kung mawawala ka...'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-110416246902890610</id><published>2004-12-27T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T10:19:49.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was just a dream </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Imman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; asa pa eh.. ehem... ehem.. music please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;forevermore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by side A slash imman santos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will only be just a dream that i knew.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;imagined that i would be right for you (and vice versa)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;back then i just can't compare you with&lt;br /&gt;anything in this world.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were all i need to be with forevermore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have always felt jittery and flustered when the name appears on my YM. I freeze up and my gaze can't seem to wander far from her when she's around. Suddenly, I felt like there was a huge void in my heart when I read that line as I was browsing through that gosh forsaken website. I wanted to cry but what was there to cry about? I wanted to be angry at myself for being too immature and laid back but I was only being myself at the time. I kept clicking and clicking, trying to use every ounce of my research skills to prove the line to be false. Alas, I was only fooling myself. I have no right to deny them their relationship... She was just this crush and I was just a stupid spectator of her loveliness. I don't own them nor their feelings... They seem to be happy together, look good together, and want to be together.. so... hay.. just accept the truth even if it hurts... I saw them as I was driving around running errands and I almost ran them over (i didnt mean that and i didnt even recognize it was them hehe) but again, my heart skipped a beat and I had that melancholic feeling again. Sigh... they say first love never dies... i wonder if the same goes for childhood crushes... Snap out of it imman! it was just a dream that you once knew! just a stupid dream like perfecting a math long test eyes closed... it was just a dream... and now I have awaken from that sweet slumber only to find myself dreaming again... arghhghghgh.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I should really change my password now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hm.. I started with a song and i might as well end with one.. again.. music pleas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;On and On&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stephen Bishop slash imman santos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poor ol'imman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sits alone in the moonlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saw someone kiss another someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So he takes a ladder Steals the stars from the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puts on sinatra and starts to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on and on.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he just keeps on trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but he smiles when he feels like crying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on and on, on and on, on and on... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ayoko na... after this it's all behind me now and I will&lt;br /&gt;learn to live somehow.. ngek.. I feel another song coming pero wag na...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-110416246902890610?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110416246902890610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110416246902890610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/12/it-was-just-dream.html' title='It was just a dream '/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-110381117110007250</id><published>2004-12-23T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:21:00.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what women are..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYTH&lt;br /&gt;Long afterward, Oedipus, old and blinded, walked the&lt;br /&gt;roads. He smelled a familiar smell. It was the&lt;br /&gt;Sphinx. Oedipus said, " I want to ask one question.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I recognize my mother?" "You gave the wrong answer,"&lt;br /&gt;said the Sphinx. "But that was what made everything possible," said Oedipus. "No," she said. "When I asked, What walks on four legs in the morning, two at noon, and three in the evening, you answered, MAN. You didn't say anything about WOMAN." "When you say MAN," said Oedipus, "you include WOMEN too. EVERYONE knows that." She said, "THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hm.. ngayon na nga lng tayo magpopost.. oedipus pa! hehe.. so you're saying na naguguluhan ka na? ewan ko.. d ko magets sorry.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-110381117110007250?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110381117110007250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110381117110007250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-women-are.html' title='what women are..'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-110217305137099072</id><published>2004-12-04T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T23:10:51.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm.. naalaala ko lng- a narration of an incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Imman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My dad, on one of his one on one lectures that I would like to dub the father's knowledge passed on to imman speeches (I would rather call it speeches even though they are just two to five liners because I don't usually respond to his bits of wisdom): &lt;em&gt;You can't please everybody son! It would just make you look like you have no convictions.. Tingnan mo si GMA&lt;/em&gt;... From here, things get blurry.. Well, the nice thing about this is that we know that it is true! This talk with my dad came after a long day at school (time and space gets wavy here as a flashback sequence gears up)...  It was a friday, January 23, 2004- my sister's birthday. We had a situation/controversy in the COMELEC. As chairman, it was my duty to settle this ASAP because the elections were coming. A certain 3rd year chairman aspirant wants to run underqualified. As stipulated by the COMELEC code, this guy cant run; however, the COMELEC has the power, as again stated in the code by an Article (the last I think) crafted by the great chairman which I succeeded- Charles Yeung that the COMELEC can issue resolutions that can grant this 3rd year person the chance to run under probation. This is the first time I encountered such an important decision. Should I let this guy run knowing that he has not fulfilled 4 of the 5 requirements to run as chairman even though he is suited for the position? (shit! this is getting more complicated the more I try to remember!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, the board was faced with this decision as more protests were coming. Loopholes in the COMELEC code and Sanggu-HS constitutions were surfacing. The party of this 3rd year guy threatened the council that they would retract their candidacy leaving the student body only one candidate per position. The elections were edging closely into the abyss of  a failure of elections- a chairman's worst nightmare! The said party was conducting a not vote or vote abstain movement to make the elections fail! Everything came into a vote! Should the council jeopardize the integrity of the COMELEC Code by granting this exception or should we risk everything and continue the elections with only one party running? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The COMELEC voted; however, we too were divided. I wanted to make everyone happy... I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dont want to be the cause of pain- I cant vote.. I abdicated by voting power to my board- A tie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gosh! It really has to go through me huh? Well, by the power of the COMELEC moderator, Mr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gabriel Mallillin- Uhm.. let's say sir had his way. He explained again why we should'nt let this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;guy run.. I concurred. the end! We went home for the whole week I think at around 7 pm- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;debating, hearing appeals, voting. Luckily, the elections went well. We did not have a failure of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;elections. There was a new automation of the tabulation. We were heralded. Picture perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hay.. I would like to think so.. After writing this long entry, I still feel bad for that guy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But, as my dad said, I cant please everybody. Somtimes I have to be firm in my decisions so as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not to act like a coward- lame, loser, uncertain, and no will (I would like to say I'm a coward but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have more self-esteem than that!) All that hullabaloo wouldnt have been if I had been firm in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my decisions as a chairman. (Gosh, I should be a future CEO! I shouldnt be uncertain with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moves!) Well it happened again- I broke a commitment with a friend whom I should have met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;along katipunan but I didnt. When will I stop this series of indecision? This may seem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;contradicting my entry on spontaneity but I believe that there should be a balance of both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry ervin- I shouldnt have made- injan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In one of mr pagsi's speeches during 1st year.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if you want to.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[1-8-2, 2-1-2, 3-2-3 5-1-4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; [3-1-4, 1-2-4, 4-1-4]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[1-7-4, 2-2-2, 6-6-1]&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lundagin mo baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-110217305137099072?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110217305137099072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110217305137099072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/12/hm-naalaala-ko-lng-narration-of.html' title='hm.. naalaala ko lng- a narration of an incident'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-110162440225732673</id><published>2004-12-03T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T14:19:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Imman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A "slow" and wise person once said to me, "I should live my life on the edge, be spontaneous!" after that "incident" that I kept feeling bad about. What can I do if I had always played it safe? Ever since I chucked that stone in the air, hitting a car windshield? Ever since I got my finger cut short by a bicycle? Ever since I got my feet stuck between the fork and the wheel of another bicycle? Or is it the time I got blasted by a firecracker? Or maybe it's because of the last time I cheated in an exam- during grade 2! All my life, I played safe (yeah right!) ever since I thought that sometimes the risks are too great when I felt bad after doing "crazy things". Sometimes my conscience compels me to live my life in a shell where there are no jolts and surprises. Where no crisis arises, my life goes along as it should... yeah.. it's all very nice, but not very good (thank you barry). Yup, I feel like I'm trapped in my own comfort room.. no, not the CR but my own comfort zone. I dont want to step out! Please, somebody! Break down the walls for me so I can live my life to the fullest! Sometimes princes need to be swept away by their princesses too... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-110162440225732673?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110162440225732673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110162440225732673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/12/comfort-room.html' title='Comfort Room'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-110164348741718715</id><published>2004-11-28T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T20:04:47.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Magic:The Gathering" Road Trip</title><content type='html'>Gio: I don't know who calls this card game a satanic game but all of you who says so are missing a lot. Not only is this a very exciting and strategic game, you also get to see a lot of insights in the cards' flavor texts. As I was sorting through the jungles of cards I have this weekend, I managed to find some cards with flavor texts worth to look at and reflect about. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) "The wizard who reads a thousand books is powerful. A wizard who memorizes a thousand books is insane." (this is the best, I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) "The world calls and I answer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) "Inner conflict can defeat a soldier more quickly than any army."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) "Empires rise and fall, but evil is eternal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) "Knowledge is no more expensive than ignorance, and at least as satisfying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)"Passions can't be shackled by laws or mastered with logic. The choice is freedom or death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) "Finnese is no match for brute force."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) "Those who know only one path to victory can never hope to triumph."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) "It is not you ask for, but how you ask for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, this game's excitement, strategy and learning packed in one whole package. I don't know with you but I found the things listed above worthy to ponder upon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-110164348741718715?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110164348741718715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110164348741718715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-magicthe-gathering-road-trip.html' title='My &quot;Magic:The Gathering&quot; Road Trip'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-110122223344978862</id><published>2004-11-23T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T23:03:53.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Imman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Last october, violently eradicating yuppies orchestrating undying presentations and macabre! Creating room underthe sea humanely neglecting allies cruising rapidly uniting select homes knowing it takes apples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... wala lng.. anyways.. kung malabo.. then wag na pasakitin ang ulo.. I just needed to write an entry pronto! Anyways.. I am really down right now at wala ako ibang maponder about... buti na lang for a few people na medyo napasaya ang afternoon ko..  thank you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-110122223344978862?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110122223344978862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110122223344978862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-110044043439691240</id><published>2004-11-14T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T19:45:06.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I dunno what i could do in 11 minutes. I could start making my calculus homework or my english paper, but wait, botany seems to be more fun. I could watch a plethora of 30 second tv commercials or eat my favorite cake. what is 11 minutes in this world for us? It seems like we don't notice that 11 minutes have passed us by. 11 minutes..so an ant's bite from time's eternal ticking. Well, i think you could make that 11 minutes more meaningful and not just be buried in the deep recessess or your subconciousness. Spend time with someone special or make something wacky or downright stupid. That 11 minutes will be something that you will remember as you grow older and hey, that same 11 minutes may be something that you share with someone to. And ny the way...speaking of 11 minutes, read Paolo Coehlo's new book and you'll find something on how to spend that 11 minutes..(*wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hm.. I really havent finished reading 11 minutes yet mainly because of ES handouts, lit plays and filipino reading assignments.. Read Fest pare.. hehe.. anyways.. since I could not comment on the importance of 11 minutes.. (maybe on a later entry..) I would like to share an excerpt from paolo coehlo's eleven minutes..  here's an entry from Maria's diary on the day she met the swiss man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything tells me that I am about to make a wrong decision, but making mistakes is just part of life. What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks, to go back where I came from because I didnt have the courage to say "yes" to life?... Ive realized that sometimes you get no second chance and that it's best to accept the gifts the world offers you.... of course it is risky... If I must be faithful to someone or something, then I have first of all to be faithful to myself. If im looking for true love, I first have to get the mediocre loves out of my system. The litle experience of life I've had taught me that mo one owns anything, that everything is an illusion... Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realize that nothing really belongs to them. And if nothing belongs to me, then there's no point wasting my time looking for things that arent mine; it's best to live as if today were the first or last day of my life...(coehlo  26) - kelangan ba may ganito? ayoko maplagiarism.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. wise words from a wise man.. My friend jeric was looking for an entry about love.. but I was lost for words... I felt like jomari the time he broke up with ara. I couldnt express my thoughts with my own words.. I wanted to sing a song like jomari but Coehlo's words seem to  encapsulate my thoughts. hm.. maybe next time when I would be as expressive and as verbose as coehlo.. and maybe if I gain more experience and insights.. then I could write my own entry about love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-110044043439691240?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110044043439691240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110044043439691240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/11/11-minutes.html' title='11 minutes'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-110034277805345953</id><published>2004-11-13T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T18:47:17.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinabi mo eh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; iya... pwede nga gawing tag so eto siya.. I really felt na kailangan to gawin kesa mabura na lng paglipas ng maikling panahon.. pwede rin ung kay juno...&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;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iya:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pasensya na sa post ko kung late.. ngayon na lang ako naka-visit dito eh.. bakit ganon? ako masaya sa pagka-bunso ko? hahaha.. feeling ko i have two ates contesting for me.. haha.. or feeling lang talaga ako? yes, it's true na i (sometimes) get to be picked on or bossed around by my big sisters pero i think now we're more like friends na.. that's maybe because we're considerably old (and mature?) already.. sometimes nga i can make utos pa sa sisters ko.. hehe.. and siguro true nga na when you're separated from your loved ones, you would learn to appreciate them more.. imman, try mo kaya maglayas, ay magcondo pala? hehehe.. p.s. haba ng tag ko noh? pwede na blog post to.. hehehe..&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;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;juno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;The answer to the question "But why can't I sacrifice?" would be because sacrificing is difficult. That's why its a "sacrifice" in the first place. And due to the selfish nature of humans (magkaduktong entries naten..waw), we find it difficult to sacrifice. We want it all but we give up nothing. Some of us, that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-110034277805345953?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110034277805345953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/110034277805345953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/11/sinabi-mo-eh.html' title='Sinabi mo eh...'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-109983525515105639</id><published>2004-11-07T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T18:53:56.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ispeysal awards. (thoughts on how to get it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gio, guess what? I just had my face cleaned by some person for the first time. At first.. i was really excited to go but when the nurse/doctor/assistant started plucking away on my face.. hay... it really hurt so badly (either that or i have a very low tolerance for pain). My eyes were closed the whole time as tears rolled the side of my eyes. It was like playing the part of hell raiser(the guy with nails sticking out of his face). It felt like nails were being hammered down my nose! (exag ka imman!) Hm.. it made me think- sometimes, if life wants you to learn a lesson, it can be very discreet or it can be as direct as slapping it to you in the face( or in this instance, poking you with a metal stick with a holed tip) The lesson? pain exists just as well as pleasure exist. But is pain the absence of pleasure or is pleasure the absence of pain? Or are they two different things? What is important is they both exist. If I want to achieve my goals, then there should always be pain- or sacrifice... I now know that. But why can't I sacrifice? I know my goal and I know what I should do to achieve it.. but why can't I start doing it? gio? Why?!!? lack of self control and will power? or are the sacrifices too great to give up? Maybe I just dont see the light at the end of the tunnel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so many questions.. but the answers are so few..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You know imman, things i think has gone better for you as far as I am concerned. For one thing, this has been my latest update since 2 weeks ago I think and you have so many na. Haha, but well, better late than never. Speaking of your happy derma trip, it isn't that much painful than what my dentist has been doing with my teeth. Thank God i was so gifted with so many and very large teeth that it took some really really painful OPERATIONS to remove those crummy wisdom teeth. Hell yes, I still even have extra teeth that was still under the gums! yup, i am glad that those teeth have been removed..imagine the pain of a very large needle piercing your gums every now and then (well, the first pierce is the only one that hurts.) Now, i still have one last wisdom tooth to be removed this coming nov.27 and after that, my sufferings are over! And yeah, removing all these teeth was for more space for the teeth to move on since i have braces. I think this is the light of the tunnel in my part...too many sufferings to make my teeth (and hopefully my face)worthy to look at. (hehe) Well, life is not always like that you know..you do sacrifice a lot of things but you really are not sure about the end results of your sacrifice. Like now, we're sacrificing a lot in school but you really don't know if you'll ever get a good job.(well, we're in the ateneo..hmmm)You also sacrifice your precious load on that girl you really want and wishing that she'd reply just this once. You wait for eternity, then nothing. Really, life is like that, sometimes you see the light at the end, but always, you don;t see it all. I think it is the other way around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are there many answers out there but so few questions to find them out?..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Imman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The light at the end of the tunnel? I can see three scenarios- 1) I see what is in the end 2) I don't see the end 3) I see the light but the light is obscure and I can't make out of it. Too bright to see clearly? haha.. sometimes optimism works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The truth is out there!" hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-109983525515105639?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/109983525515105639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/109983525515105639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/11/ispeysal-awards-thoughts-on-how-to-get.html' title='ispeysal awards. (thoughts on how to get it)'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-109948495623796074</id><published>2004-11-04T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:22:24.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh kasi naman eh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Imman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Forgive me but I'm writing this entry out of sheer frustration and surge of emotion. Gio, maybe you won't understand my point but what is it about siblings? Why is it that the youngest is always wrong and the oldest gets to take advantage? Ay am so ped ap of it! What gives my sister the right to be always right? Why do I always take the losing side? Why do I always feel so trodden upon? Why am I writing this entry after fighting with my sister over the computer? Am I resigning and sulking? hm... I think this younger-sibling-under-the-older-one way of life has got to stop! It's unfair. What right do they have? 7 years more of breathing? (hm.. After 5 mins.. my dear mother asked me what happened.. guess what? I got the pleasure of being called a war freak! guess I ended up as the antagonist again ei?.. haay... btw, this is happening in real time pala as I am writing this entry) Hm.. am I always wrong even though my side was logically, and morally sound? My sister was printing some shit.. it was taking too long and I asked her "nicely" if I could use the computer already. I'd just give her the print out after it was finished! What is wrong with that? She snarled at me... I snarled back! I used my logic, she used black mail (she was going to tell I searched for smut in the internet while it was really my brother) So who is more sinister? Me or she? hehe... pero cge, siguro I was wrong too.. ahay! So much angst... uhm so little time? hehe.. Buti ka pa gio.. panganay! olats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. naicp ko lang.. Matanda na rin pala ako... pero why don't I assert my seniority upon younger people? Nakita nyo na ba ko nambully ng lower batches nung highschool? Ako pa nga minsan inaasar eh. Hindi naman ako gumaganti sa kanila. Sa mga salita ni aki... nagpaparaya na lang ako. Para na rin matigil tong sikulo na to? haha... o olats lang talaga ako? hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's been too long since i have posted my latest thoughts. i think it's because of my stupid schedule and filipino teacher, but i guess i have to cope with these things to be able to make it to the coveted DL. haha, but going back to imman's topic, i guess that the older children in the family (like me) do have perks when it comes over their siblings. based on my experience, i can pretty much tell them to do what i want. for example, i could let them sit away from the tv when an nba game is on or i could tell them to get them some water. think of me as very sadistic but i think i am lucky to be the eldest in our family. yet, i think that younger do have some perks to. sometimes, they are the ones who receive more patience from parents since the eldest must be the one to know more between right or wrong. they also receive more attention. (i think..hehe) so imman, don't fret. that's just natural. makisama ka lang at sa tingin ko rerespetuhin ka rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-109948495623796074?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/109948495623796074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/109948495623796074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/11/eh-kasi-naman-eh.html' title='Eh kasi naman eh!'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-109940482069544501</id><published>2004-11-02T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T19:18:38.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Imman:&lt;/span&gt; According to Barry Manilow's song, "I know our paths would cross again... somewhere down the road.." I was chatting with my friend Jeric... he proposed a scenario that would make anyone think. It goes, "What if you have already seen the person that is destined to be your wife? You may have known her, or might have just passed you by the street, but come a time, it is she you will marry." hm... it's really hard to imagine. It makes me think of all the people I have passed by or met. Here's another scenario. What if you have already met your friends today when you were just kids? Gio, we may have already met in a Mc Play Place somewhere or have shared the same caterpillar cart during grade school fairs. You may have met "3" or "ch" somewhere before- during a children's party perhaps? I don't know how people's paths cross. Coincidences maybe? (Like you said, it is pretty much present in our lives.) Or is it really a small world after all? Or is it destiny? destiny that some paths are meant to cross twice, thrice or infinitely many times? Maybe 2 roads can even merge into one after several crossings? Who knows! Maybe paths don't need to cross twice before merging. It may be as unexpected as a freeway exit is to a newbie driver. Love at first sight anyone? whoops... so much for the metaphor... hehe... gio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-109940482069544501?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/109940482069544501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/109940482069544501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/11/cross-roads.html' title='Cross Roads'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-109871453053629419</id><published>2004-10-25T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T19:49:46.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy endings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ei, this thing came from a literature class...i know know, lit sux, but at least the lesson of this story (happy endings) is worth to look at. here goes...basically, the story starts with two lovers john and mary. the story then discusses what could have happened if the situation were like this. that situation would become a "happy ending." then the story manipulates the plot, bringing in extra characters, making john love another girl, making mary love a DOM and so on that results in bad endings. u see, beginnings (of a story) are more fun to come up with and read. through these beginnings the plot of the story changes that results in different endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, but come to think of it, this story is a FICTIONAL story. our story in life is not fictional, it's reality. so we should be glad that our beginnings are not altered by any supernatural force that make us have different endings. well we may say that God may be the one manipulating it (coincidences anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i seem to be contradicting myself but hey, no matter what happens in life, we do have different beginnings and endings. i think that it's really all up to what we do in the middle that affects how we become. shape up people. think of how you can make life a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sorry it took me such a long time to respond.. I do'nt usually delve into endings and beginnings...  I have read in a novel I mentioned in an earlier entry that life is like a stage play. The difference is that people get no rehearsals or second tries. The rehearsal is the play itself. It is frightening to think of every instance as my only shot at something. If I make a mistake, or let an opportunity pass, then it would be impossible to go back in time and change history.&lt;br /&gt;Gio, remember your mantra back in third year? Eminem's lose yourself? It goes, "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime"   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Carpe diem, gio... Seize the day! Think of every moment in your life as the beginning of something, even the endings... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter what happens in the past. What is done is done. We cant expect an all powerful force to manipulate our beginnings... What we CAN do is to learn from our mistakes. Trite as it may seem, we have to.  Also, if we get no rehearsals for life, then what DO we do when commit mistakes? (from experience.. *wink wink*) ADLIB! Make the most of what life throws at us. And as what you said, think of how we can make life a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-109871453053629419?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/109871453053629419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/109871453053629419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-endings_25.html' title='happy endings'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-109855680063112321</id><published>2004-10-23T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T22:30:09.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supahstar!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imman:&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gio, sabi ko english na tayo.. pero mag-Fifilipino ako ngayon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Supernoba&lt;br /&gt;ni Imman Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay isang bituin&lt;br /&gt;at ang mundo ko&lt;br /&gt;ay ang kalawakang&lt;br /&gt;pinagbabatuhan ng lahat&lt;br /&gt;ng aking ningning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino nga ba ang makakapansin&lt;br /&gt;gayong tala lang akong kislap&lt;br /&gt;lamang sa paningin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibubuhos ko na ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;hanggang maging isang supernoba&lt;br /&gt;na magsasabog ng liwanag&lt;br /&gt;para punan ang kadiliman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang kislap nanaman.&lt;br /&gt;wala na.. wala na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm... cguro aayusin ko na lang nang konti itong tula na to.. medyo 2:30 na rin naman ng umaga eh no? hindi pa rin ako bangag. Salamat nga pala kay juno kung nababasa mo ito... I got the idea of using stars from your website. :P so ayon... sa mga hindi nakabasa nung site na yon, it has a more positive outlook on life. Even though stars are just tiny glimmers of light in space, there is still at least one person who sees your star. The star meaning you and the light meaning the impression you will leave on this earth (your life's work?). Sorry if I did not get it correctly pero ganun ung tama nung essay mo juno.. Hm... So have I done all I can, gio? Have I given my all in every endeavor or is it just another one of my mediocre performances? I want to be a supernova.. I want to give everything my best. I refuse to end up a black dwarf or a black hole. But a supernova whose blast of light will reach the end of the infinite... Even though it would just be a glimmer to some... Bawi na lang next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gio:&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;imman, i think you have done your best. let's see, since fourth year you have been doing your best. you've become a supernova in class by being the president and getting high grades. compared to you i think i am a lesser star. (hehe, pero supernova parin) so i think that we have have become supernovas before. it's just up to us to make others see our glimmer, even for just a little bit. we are supernovas who can last a lifetime without anyone ever seeing what we truly hold and are. pity them if that happens. don't worry, someone might just wander around the solar system where two great supernovas are resting. and maybe they will see the beauty we possess. until that time, shine on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks gyo! That last line really hit the spot.. I do'nt believe you're a lesser star. So stop fishing for compliments! hahaha.. So are we just going to wait for others to see our glimmer? No! Let's burst into super novas again! (is this even possible?) If this is impossible, then think of impossibility as nothing! Let's surpass our limits and let the world see even if they refuse to see. We need to be active instead of passive! We are young ateneans! let's show the world our potentials (sabay banat ng ateneo eh no?)... bwahhahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-109855680063112321?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/109855680063112321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/109855680063112321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/10/supahstar.html' title='Supahstar!!'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-109852169419487424</id><published>2004-10-23T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T02:16:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, accidentally bumped into...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it was a very very normal day. this guy's been walking around the mall all day and is trying to relax and just doze off. as he drank from a drinking fountain, he suddenly sees someone who made his heart skip a beat. "shet, si ano ba un?" he shakes his head and returns to his afternoon siesta at the mall. "hmm, punta nga ko sa toy store" he decides and as he goes over to the stashes of teddy bears, he suddenly sees a very very cute little bear, like the Care Bears of the old days. cutestruck, he stretches out to touch the bear and before he does so, a smooth hand suddenly interrupts his path. "huh? cno kaya tong...shet c ano nga!" he thinks. with a small grin, the guy says a measly "hi!" and walks away. in the parking lot, he seems to have lost his key, but a hand touches his shoulder and that person says: "sayo ba ito? nakita ko sa tabi ng teddy bear.." the guy says thanks and after doing so, rushes to his car and savors each moment he saw his girl. ok, story ends.the lesson: coincidences are pretty much present in our lives and that maybe, they are there to make life much more exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Let me cite an exerpt from a book by Milan Kundera. And I quote, "It is right to chide a man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty." We should indeed appreciate the fortuities of life. Is there really a divine plan behind these coincidences or should be just learn to accept these events as part of the beauty of life? Personally, I would rather believe in both aspects of coincidences. It is an unexpected event that has an ultimate purpose that further add spice to our lives. But enough about coincidences.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-109852169419487424?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/109852169419487424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/109852169419487424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/10/hey-accidentally-bumped-into.html' title='hey, accidentally bumped into...'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802057.post-109832679592870451</id><published>2004-10-21T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:42:23.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me blog na kami..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hm... huli ma't magaling, maihahabol rin... diba gio? hehe.. bat nga ba tayo gumawa? wala lng? Siguro para i-try lng natin... sabi nga nila, there is no harm in trying. O pwede ring try and try until you die? Or try me, press the button? 8 days free trial? Bat andami bang cliches and quotes na may kinalaman sa try? Diba sabi ni Masler Yoda, "Try? There is no try. Do or do not." Ngek, eh quote din un tungkol sa trying diba? So ibig sabihin ba nito hindi naman masama mag-try? Kasi lahat sila sumusubok rin nang bago? Susubukan lang naman diba? Kasi it is in trying that we see new things, experience new feelings, and learn new lessons. Baguhin mo nga lang ang subukan ng one letter magiging- subukin, ibig sabihin nito, to see or sulyapan. So gio, let's see what will happen na lng sa blog na to. ano say mo gio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oo nga naman imman. try and try basta ba gawin mo. finally, meron na tayong letseng blog na ito. sino ba ang nagpasimuno nito ha? anyway, kaya nga twilight zone ang tawag sa blog na ito..a state of imperfect clarity. hmm, imperfect clarity..ano nga ba talga ang ibig sabihin nito? well, para sa akin, merong kang naiintindihan tungkol sa isang bagay pero hindi may mga aspeto nung bagay na iyon ang hindi mo maintindihan. kungyari..war. Hindi ba pagkakaintindi natin sa war ay labanan at patayan at talsikan ng mga paa't kamay? pero bakit nga ba nagkakagiyera? alam naman ng tao na masasaktan siya pero bakit parin siya lumalaban? labo...para ring love ang war hindi ba? alam ng tao na pwede siyang masaktan pero sugod pa rin siya kahit anong mangyari. ang tao nga naman no imman..gagawin ang lahat para makuha ang gusto..pera man o babae, it's all the same, we all go through the same process..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gio, ang labo mo talaga! yan ang gusto ko sayo eh. So do we go to "war", even though we know we might lose a limb fighting, because of courage or because of ignorance? Ignorance is bliss diba? We get too carried away sa mga spoils ng war... sa glory na makakamit mo? sa mga kung anong iba pang positive na maaaring mangyari. In other words, we expect too much from the scenario.. Siguro, that's why we get hurt so much when the sensation of pain kicks in 5 seconds after our limbs get torn and we scream so hard as a fountain of blood spurts out of that torn limb... Because we think about what might have been (o baka naman talagang masakit lng?)... Hehe.. pero wala naman akong experience eh... Pano ko masasabi. Haka-haka lang lahat ng ito.. Kaya nga sumabak ka na sa giyera gio, para masabi mo sakin kung tama ito o mali! Hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ano ba yan imman? bat ka nagmamadali? life is still long so why bother going through that stuff this early? sabi nga ni theoden, king of the mark:"what can men do in such reckless haste?" yah, that's right, reckless haste...we should be planning muna before we go to a war you see..and Sun Tzu is the way to be. know your enemy well and plan accordingly. use spies and fire to your advantage. haha, yan, Sun Tzu! and come to think of it, malaki laking pader ang aakyatin ko noh..kaya plan, plan, plan! and i know that the wall iam climbing does not really cover all that it needs to protect...you can pass through its sides..kaw imman, sasabak ka na ba? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;imman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ngek! haste makes waste gio... kaya nga tayo wasted eh dba? hehe.. But seriously, malaki nga ang pader na kailangan mo i-overcome. uhm gio... humahaba na ang entry na to... maybe we should stick to one topic then discuss it thoroughly... tas next post naman ung iba.. para we do not discuss topics aimlessly... dba? alam ko dapat malabo.. pero kailangan may direction pa rin.. Parang buhay yan gio eh... we need to set goals which we need to achieve.. so let's end our maiden post... and let's put our lives into order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802057-109832679592870451?l=maslerman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/feeds/109832679592870451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802057&amp;postID=109832679592870451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/109832679592870451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802057/posts/default/109832679592870451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maslerman.blogspot.com/2004/10/me-blog-na-kami.html' title='me blog na kami..'/><author><name>imman and gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315992380688380517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
