tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364729172011-08-09T23:35:46.385-07:00what i have done to me lately...YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.comBlogger681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-66167883294425048212011-03-21T21:57:00.000-07:002011-03-21T22:13:53.356-07:00<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">stories</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">there will be</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">more to tell</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">until this one:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">a young boy who lost both parents was waiting in line to receive food and aid. A soldier saw the young boy waiting in line and felt sorry for him and gave the boy some of his own food that he got that day. The boy, instead, donated the food. The soldier ask why he didn't just eat the food and the boy said "it's ok, I can wait in line, it would be unfair to everyone else thats starving and waiting in line. I will wait in line to receive food and help when my turn is up like everyone else." japan tsunami victims</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-6616788329442504821?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-15716691896519747632011-02-28T19:11:00.000-08:002011-02-28T19:20:17.942-08:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">now</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">despite the turmoil</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">amidst the chaos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">the fear for life...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">its time</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to boast our workers...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">see</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">that only our nurses left</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to tend their needs...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">this is what i want to see in the news</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">not the over played emotions...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-1571669189651974763?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-55277532762117959452010-09-01T19:39:00.000-07:002010-09-01T19:47:04.656-07:00<span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>never shine, if i dont glow</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>somewhere </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>along my high school days</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>my father says this:</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>"kausik nimo nabayot"</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>(youre such a waste for being gay)</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>taking a step back</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>with a glowing eyes</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>i shoot back</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>tamely:</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>IM NOT DEAD...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-5527753276211795945?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-57761525257547411852010-08-23T21:33:00.000-07:002010-08-23T21:43:28.679-07:00<strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">guarde</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">d</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">as i pass</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">through this</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">life long</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">journey </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">i always</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">ask myself</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">will my emotions</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">will always</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">be </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">this </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">guarded...</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-5776152525754741185?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-34611706738144958922010-06-27T17:35:00.000-07:002010-06-27T17:40:30.694-07:00<strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">yuck!!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">are these people</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">who sport</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">an airline tags </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">on their back pack</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">mind you </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">its more than a day old</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">its brown on the edges</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">yuck,,,yuck,,,yuck</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-3461170673814495892?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-75161731433918264732010-06-09T02:14:00.000-07:002010-06-09T02:17:22.225-07:00<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">last tym,,,i did something</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">for the 1st tym...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">last friday...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">i had myself </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">in a spa...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">men are every where...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">lolz</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">next</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">caramoan...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-7516173143391826473?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-68932100804552920452010-05-11T00:44:00.000-07:002010-05-11T01:02:33.569-07:00<strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">nine</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">got nine clean fingers</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">one has black smudge</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">just to have that,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">i had to fall in line for about 9 freakin long lines</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">and i have travelled this cities on that day,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">tanjay,sibulan,paranaque,marikina,quezon</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">makati,pasay,manila,las pinas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">with the help of these:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">tricycle,ceres bus,plane,taxi</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">motorcycle,fx,mrt,jeep,bus</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">i had one hectic day yesterday...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-6893210080455292045?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-7641738211928361212010-03-01T17:03:00.000-08:002010-03-01T17:10:27.423-08:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">2hrs more </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to sleep</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to search the web</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to watch TV</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to take a bath</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to pluck </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to cut </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to trim</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to travel</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to be in the gym</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to eat</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to meet and greet </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">to have sex</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">that i need</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">thats on my birthday wish list...lol</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-764173821192836121?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-81100052015177410622010-02-05T06:07:00.000-08:002010-02-05T06:35:10.050-08:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">practical practice<br /><br />i do my laundry...<br />while i vent of how tedious<br />this routine...<br /><br />i walk from home to shuttle station<br />from bus stop to work<br />from gym to house...<br /><br />i buy clothes when its in 50% up off...<br /><br />drinks a lot of water<br />that every hour ill have cr break<br /><br />but tomorrow<br />ill try to buy lotto tickets<br />to lessen my thriftiness...<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-8110005201517741062?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-30026460149731681602009-11-16T04:05:00.000-08:002009-11-16T04:14:35.253-08:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">the fly<br /><br />i was thinking<br />of printing you in shirts<br />and call the collection<br />the swarm...that was weeks ago<br /><br />last week<br />i felt weird when<br />you start to show up...<br />not only i notice you but<br />im your best landing spot...<br />im i that smelly hot?<br /><br /><br />will you bring luck?<br />after i spray you<br />some insecticides...<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-3002646014973168160?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-55218016016794684312009-11-12T05:44:00.001-08:002009-11-12T05:54:41.724-08:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">greatest common factor<br /><br />the vatican believes that there<br />maybe alien life in the vast universe<br />they have started to look for answers...<br /><br />carrie prejean's hero is sarah palin...<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-5521801601679468431?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-851147574569481482009-10-04T06:14:00.000-07:002009-10-04T06:36:39.309-07:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">back 2 basic<br /><br />a week after you came<br />was the day i set my foot on the ground<br /><br />your breeze was cold<br />but the stench was not good<br /><br />your presence was unexpected<br />so was the litters you made<br /><br />your nature is gentle<br />but what you brought was ravage...<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-85114757456948148?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-46342772005753282862009-09-13T22:43:00.000-07:002009-09-13T22:45:22.562-07:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">weeping<br /><br />by the thousand<br />words madonna<br />spoke about at mtv vma...<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-4634277200575328286?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-14492825687576343352009-09-05T19:03:00.000-07:002009-09-05T19:27:42.783-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ending<br /><br />a state no one dares<br />no one wants<br />unless it pains ones soul<br /><br />it can start a new beginning<br />it opens once locked idea<br /><br />acceptance is nothing<br />tortures the soul for while<br /><br />will it matter<br />if its a sad one<br />or happily ever after<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-1449282568757634335?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-29564342620285745502009-09-04T09:55:00.000-07:002009-09-04T09:56:41.062-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">4 thumbs up<br /><br /><br />4 kimmy dora<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-2956434262028574550?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-56320137181033304642009-08-28T08:30:00.000-07:002009-08-30T22:53:56.724-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">watched<br /><br />priscilla<br />hangover<br />coco chanel<br />confessions of a shopaholic<br />taken<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-5632013718103330464?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-13645154786818618632009-07-14T03:39:00.000-07:002009-07-14T06:59:32.692-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">diet<br /><br /><br />there is no such thing<br />as effective diet...<br /><br />these helps:<br />counting calories<br />tiresome exercise<br /><br />countless of talks from<br />you know who<br /><br />books that<br />reaps a dime from your food purchase<br /><br />toxic of chemicals<br />i mean medicines<br /><br />this is effective:<br />chew your food<br />couple of minutes longer than the usual...<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-1364515478681861863?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-49870140406397714722009-07-06T06:01:00.000-07:002009-07-06T06:15:15.100-07:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">big businesses<br /><br />plastics clogs<br />fuel sucks<br />production never stops<br /><br />gun kills<br />politic dismays<br />no one ever pin point<br /><br />prices soars<br />businesses meltdown<br />can someone tell where all the money goes<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-4987014040639771472?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-12219284244781688632009-07-01T02:02:00.000-07:002009-07-01T02:08:33.414-07:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">complex<br /><br />i know i am<br />but these were not in my mind:<br />that my sign is a blend<br />of all other signs...<br /><br />oh pisces<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-1221928424478168863?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-79858428746843725382009-05-12T02:19:00.000-07:002009-05-12T03:17:17.594-07:00<strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">black hole</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">wandering around</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">never imagine</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">how far i was about...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">never crossed my mind</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">how cold it was to be,,, there...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">so i quickened my strides</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">hoping to be back minutes early...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">only to find...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">was so stupid to create one...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-7985842874684372538?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-32624077037870092302009-04-27T01:13:00.000-07:002009-04-27T01:30:33.966-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">L D<br /><br /><br />lying down<br />with the comfort of the bed<br />i closes my eyes<br /><br />couple of minutes<br />someone sits<br />it awakens me<br /><br />i opened my eyes<br />glad it was you<br />you always put a smile on my face<br /><br />i wanted to ask you<br />what were you doing here<br />but your kiss stops me<br /><br />then you lay down<br />your warmth excites me<br />i touch your fingers<br /><br />you wrapped your fingers with mine<br />and i played with it for awhile<br />time lost in this dance of ours<br /><br />too bad reality sits in<br />stirring me from this liquid dream...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-3262407703787009230?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-56645773723579109802009-04-14T02:39:00.000-07:002009-04-14T02:54:21.495-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">19<br /><br />years gone so fast...<br />time goes by so swiftly...<br /><br />sun rises like a speeding bullet...<br />crushing through...<br /><br />sun sets like a leaving train...<br />eager to leave you alone in the pavement...<br /><br />im sad how my age is running that fast...<br />im not as young as my physical state is...<br /><br /><br />i don't have things to say but years to stay...<br />i wanna die at 50...<br />no more...<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-5664577372357910980?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-23840961395584886572009-04-03T09:29:00.000-07:002009-04-14T02:38:56.973-07:00<em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">D<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">eath</span></span> S<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >uicide</span></span></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">its been a month</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">you both still linger on my mind</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">its a tug and war</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">cant help but entertain the hell of you both</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">what's with you??? i asked</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">nothing exciting</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">but emptiness </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">it excites me</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">was there something in there</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">is it nice</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">it intrigues me a lot</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">nothing to fear </span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">i bet...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-2384096139558488657?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-8652251258181053692009-03-03T03:40:00.000-08:002009-03-04T03:52:00.458-08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">XOXO<br /><br />its new year's day in the old calendar...<br />i was out and about...<br />fun,,,beers,,,gays...<br />it slipped in my grip...<br />too bad its my drink...<br />now it begun...<br />less and less i sleep...<br />endless calls...<br />fans never missed...<br /><br />thank you...so much...<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-865225125818105369?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-88845888265595410702009-02-01T03:39:00.000-08:002009-02-01T03:44:51.924-08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">struggling<br /><br />still out of job...<br />lovelife sucks...<br />enjoying the ride...<br /><br />yes i am...<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-8884588826559541070?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-50433699265520308142009-01-09T00:31:00.000-08:002009-01-09T00:35:55.857-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Txtng<br /><br /><br />s d nw shrthnd wrtng...<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-5043369926552030814?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-56108750375418224712008-12-01T18:09:00.000-08:002008-12-07T17:47:55.941-08:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">disgusted<br /><br />these advertisements of claiming to be medicines that has this slogan:<br /><br />NO APPROVED THERAPEUTIC CLAIM.<br /><br />are filipinos really nuts???<br />where in hell are, our beloved doctors and mtrcb???<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-5610875037541822471?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-50582473862517771412008-11-06T22:30:00.000-08:002008-11-06T22:36:29.692-08:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">a + h = s<br /><br />that would be the name of my clothing line...Art + Humor = Statement...<br /><br />that would be the name of my salon...Aguilar + Hair = Salon...<br /><br />that would be the name of my interior designs...Ageless + Home = Style...<br /><br />that would be the name of my magazine...AHS<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-5058247386251777141?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-4569237682414273772008-10-28T22:55:00.000-07:002008-10-28T23:03:13.259-07:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">a + h = s<br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">its a brand new start...(crossed toes)<br /><br />goal: empire!!!<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-456923768241427377?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-64841798526085695662008-10-14T18:33:00.000-07:002008-10-14T18:35:26.961-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">annoying<br /><br />these singers who sings songs in tagalog version!!!<br />STOP FORNICATING TROLLS!!!PLS<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-6484179852608569566?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-15816043680256464802008-10-06T01:37:00.000-07:002008-10-06T01:48:01.921-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">come what may<br /><br />im really not fond of flying...<br />my muscles tensed the moment the engines starts...<br />my mind raced as far as the tip of its end wings...<br />i've got to open my mouth to the nth times just to adjust my ears...<br />my whole body is tensed for that whole hour...<br />im not really fond of planes...<br />but ive got to...<br />i have to be home...<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-1581604368025646480?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-5960247821686104212008-09-08T02:20:00.000-07:002008-09-08T18:43:31.571-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">crumble<br /><br />my physical state...yet my emotion won't...<br /><br />my body winced every pain...yet my face won't show it...<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-596024782168610421?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-87274322676596271662008-09-02T00:02:00.000-07:002008-09-02T00:11:42.540-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">old...new<br /><br /><br />the flowers and the bees...<br />gay birds and the bees...<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-8727432267659627166?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-71865829828095058842008-08-11T22:12:00.000-07:002008-08-11T22:58:55.527-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">suspiciously gay...<br /><br />eats salad,,,suits are that of a sailor,,,goes with a girl that has a boyish look,,,do sailor dance...<br /><br />great shapes,,,wear tights and goes out at midnight,,,name is bruce,,, and loves to be with boy wonder...<br /><br />your blue,,,one lift is all you do to have that killer biceps,,,and all of the 99 males are into you...<br /><br />bowling is a game and you're in the team 'coz your twinkle-toes,,,orange is your favorite thats why you even have them custom made with triangles,,,you silly,,,you hangs out with barney far more than your wilma...<br /><br />dresses in drag,,,and belts out broadway,,,without any doubt every time you stand up your hand lays on top of your hip,,,kisses are only for the masculines...<br /><br />you'd rather be with your dog,,,now tell me how can one gets a shag???<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-7186582982809505884?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-32986017592645408062008-08-05T20:13:00.000-07:002008-08-05T22:48:23.647-07:00<em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">chain-saw-kind-of-thing</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Instructions:</span></span></em><br /><br /><em style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">What you are supposed to do...</em><br /><em style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">and please don't spoil the fun...</em><br /><em style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br />Click copy/paste, type in your answers and tag four people in your lists!</em><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span><em style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Don't forget to change my answers to the questions with that of your own</em><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><strong>(A) Four places I go over and over: </strong></span><br /><ul style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"><li>bed...my bed</li><li>Tanjay...where my fans(family) are</li><li>blue wave,,,marikina...to pay my phone bills,,,watch movies </li><li>gateway...its-my-stop-over-for-my-connecting-ride-home</li></ul><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><strong>(B) Four people who e-mail me regularly:</strong> </p><ul style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><li style="font-weight: bold;">updates from various sites</li><li style="font-weight: bold;">my boss in HK</li><li style="font-weight: bold;">friends<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">company auditors</span><br /></li></ul><strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">(C) Four of my favorite places to eat?</strong><br /><ul style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><li style="font-weight: bold;">Country Style...lunch </li><li style="font-weight: bold;">Mcdonalds...lunch </li><li style="font-weight: bold;">KFC ...lunch<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tsoko Nut...lunch</span><br /></li></ul><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><strong>(D) Four places you'd rather be?</strong> </span><br /><ul style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"><li>Ireland...wala kasi ahas<br /></li><li>Norway...government benefits are the best</li><li>Japan...when i'm old<br /></li><li>Tanjay...fan base wise<br /></li></ul><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><strong style="font-weight: bold;">(E) Four people I think will respond:</strong><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><strong></strong> </span><br /><ul style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><li style="font-weight: bold;">Misadventures of the Adventurous Bottom...he is the 1st one to link me in his blog<br /></li><li style="font-weight: bold;">Lastresestrellas...a.k.a The Lyka Bergen Show...sya ung 2nd to include me in his blog lists<br /></li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>Turismoboi's Excapes...kasi sya ung 3rd to link me in his blog roll lists at sya ung may pakana nito...<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Miseducated-virgin...kasi sya ung 2nd sa latest ng comment sa blog ko</span><br /></li></ul><strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">(F) Four TV shows I could watch over and over: </strong><br /><ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><li>Queer as Folks<br /></li><li>Sex and the City<br /></li><li>Will and Grace<br /></li><li>Charmed</li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-3298601759264540806?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-23378218760036753632008-08-04T00:13:00.000-07:002008-08-04T00:52:02.656-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">law of life<br /><br />there is something in the air that alters our genetic pattern...insects has started the evolution...sad to say we humans has altered it...<br /><br />i don't think dinosaurs died eventually...i think they evolved to what animals are now...<br /><br />i think trees,,,the old ones are capable of releasing some kind of chemicals that when inhaled could trigger and alters our genetic patterns...<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-2337821876003675363?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-554947386704844752008-07-31T19:43:00.000-07:002008-07-31T20:31:17.100-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">pumped up<br /><br />i am...after an hour of sweating at the gym last nyt...yes there were handful of good looking guys...but im there to gain weight,,,my anorexia is back...<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-55494738670484475?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-55542343537296766292008-07-14T01:00:00.000-07:002008-07-14T22:10:11.310-07:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">tiger<br /><br />did i miss you???so much...i even erased in my memory the day you left...<br />how much??? i never have enough courage to have a new one...<br /><br />i missed u so much my beloved dog...tiger<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-5554234353729676629?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-63357703100408785882008-07-09T22:32:00.000-07:002008-07-09T22:37:50.067-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">routines<br /><br />i love this...a lot...from the moment i wake up,,,i always made sure i never skip any of my routines...little they maybe,,,but one skip makes me wince...it as if im being stupid...<br /><br />yet only one painful day of migraine to alter it<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-6335770310040878588?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-33534933459010721382008-07-01T18:58:00.000-07:002008-07-01T19:04:53.619-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">oils<br /><br />with the current prices,,,it really does a lot of goodness to the philippines scenery...less cars roaming comes less traffic comes less noise and air pollution...<br /><br />imagine cleaner air<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-3353493345901072138?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-84135015183680789792008-06-16T23:42:00.000-07:002008-06-17T01:17:54.925-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">credit card<br /><br /><br />most convenient way to multiply ones work load...(you swipe and sign,,,you keep track and calculate,,,you fall in line and pay,,,you read and check the charges,,,you withdraw money and pay for it,,,you even have to count your money and count for how many days left till next payroll,,,and many more)<br /><br />when you can just cut all out by just withdrawing,,, then paying your purchases...<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-8413501518368078979?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-71793535696030000352008-06-05T02:16:00.000-07:002008-06-05T23:36:35.358-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">aids<br /><br /><br />a human made infection<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-7179353569603000035?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-35589856206466238352008-05-14T18:31:00.000-07:002008-05-14T18:46:50.423-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">envy<br /><br />i do...to people who wears polo over a t shirt and draping it with a jacket in a scourging heat of the philippines...<br /><br />or they would simply prefer bonnet over caps...mind you its the knitted type and a darker shade...<br /><br />whew when I on the other hand,,,have to bring a fan,,,handkerchief...open a button,,, fold sleeves...just to cool down my body...<br /><br />even when i tucked my polo...sweat will run like trains downward...<br /><br />sigh<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-3558985620646623835?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-85941360388719832622008-05-01T19:11:00.000-07:002008-05-01T19:16:51.018-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-family: courier new;">i don't comb my hair...and it does a lot of wonder...i mean its thicker right now...the volume increases...it is still smooth...<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-8594136038871983262?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-86139424089637957342008-04-22T20:39:00.000-07:002008-04-23T01:55:37.043-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">mac<br /><br />it does crossed my mind a hundred times already of having children...children because i want to have three...a boy, a girl, then a boy...in that order...maybe through artificial insemination or adoption...natural way of having a girl pregnant once crossed my wild mind...yet i have crushed the idea twenty times...it grosses me out...<br /><br />maximillan would be an euro decent...he must have a white skin...long nose...sandy brownish kind of hair...curly is a possibility...deep set eyes...wide yet it would be either blue or green shade...he must be tall at least 6...okay 5.10 minimum of height...he would be called maxx<br /><br />alexandria would be the only girl...a central asian decent...straight hair...uhmmm yeah black...almond shape black eyes...long lashes...long legs...a tan color would be best...she will be called alexx<br /><br />crossificio will be the baby...a latin decent...yet i want him to be in a jet black hair...white skin...jaw and cheek bones are well pronounce...sharper shape of eyes...hmmm gray...he will be called croxx<br /><br />yet im not that financially secure...and to note that i want to die when im 50...heheheehheehe<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-8613942408963795734?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-64021404991569783492008-03-16T20:21:00.000-07:002008-04-04T01:07:30.021-07:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">didi<br /><br />born on the new year's day of the old calendar under the mighty year of the horse... yet i have the most fragile body...<br />i am a pisces...i do not know how to swim...it was the summer of 1994,,, the boat was on sail,,, the sea was pitch black,,, that started my fear of deep water...<br />i am a happy person yet suicidal... yes i am fighting my own demons everyday...<br />if i like the food that i eat today,,,for sure that will be for a month or so...<br />i am known as the title of this post...<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-6402140499156978349?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-3049259911572426512008-01-27T17:59:00.000-08:002008-01-27T18:04:49.393-08:00decoded<br /><br />amazing how everything is so low for me...been trying to shake it off...its tiring but im not giving up...this is me...im decoded as of the moment...im doing my best to change it...its hard...its difficult...yet i have to...i've got to...<br /><br />one note everybody is sporting a bigger boobs lately...i mean men...i just notice...ill get back to the gym to have mine too...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-304925991157242651?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-32234722713583076372007-11-26T22:58:00.000-08:002007-11-26T23:21:40.518-08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">why<br /><br />...do men wear foundation thicker than an average housewife???<br />...do men have little bags(with face wash,,,concealer and such)???<br />...do men use ringing tones like irreplaceable???<br />...do men bring bags bulkier than their belly???<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-3223472271358307637?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-28393623791951287672007-11-19T23:03:00.000-08:002007-11-20T01:28:40.243-08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">naw<br /><br />there are so many words that they say when ur a filipino...<br /><br />i just hold on this:<br /><br />one day we will be the most powerful man in the world...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />because the powerful man's yaya is PINAY!!!<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-2839362379195128767?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-88878194819237709892007-11-11T19:36:00.000-08:002007-11-11T19:41:37.474-08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">blond ambition<br /><br /><br />yeah, i've finally started it...though ryt now its foggy...but my mind body and soul is really willing...at times my body wants to quit,,,give up,,,but through the help of my mind he has to swing to one beat which is MY BLOND TOUR...<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-8887819481923770989?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-75942780097039554442007-10-31T00:44:00.000-07:002007-10-31T00:48:00.282-07:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">i found this...<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><h3 class="post-title"> I want to live my life backwards </h3> <a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_igST-6BcEDQ/RbhSLZBkhTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7jMqTsxr214/s1600-h/Old_Man-best-small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023855739981301042" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_igST-6BcEDQ/RbhSLZBkhTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7jMqTsxr214/s200/Old_Man-best-small.jpg" border="0" /></a> I want to live my next life backwards:<br /><br />You start out dead and get that out of the way.Then you wake up in an old age home feeling better every day. Then you get kicked out for being too healthy.<br /><br />Enjoy your retirement and collect your pension.<br /><br />Then when you start work, you buy a mansion on your first day.You work 40 years until you're too young to work.<br /><br />You get ready for High School: drink alcohol, party, and you're generally promiscuous.Then you go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, and you have no responsibilities.<br /><br />Then you become a baby, and then... You spend your last 9 months floating peacefully in luxury, in spa-like conditions - central heating, room service on tap, and then...<br /><br />You finish off as an orgasm.<br /><br />from http://gayinsa.blogspot.com/<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">wonderful idea...the end was brilliant...i couldn't ask for more</span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-7594278009703955444?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-54772989244681487522007-10-29T23:15:00.000-07:002007-10-29T23:17:01.127-07:00<span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">luxury<br /><br />its like having orgasms in sex...<br /><br /><br />hihihihihihihihihihihi<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-5477298924468148752?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-76046904489028045152007-10-18T22:16:00.000-07:002007-10-18T22:22:00.362-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">confession<br /><br />i found this letter few years ago...<br /><br /></span></span> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">Dear Carlos,<br />It has been quite a while now since the last time we met. I would never forget the companionship we were able to nurture for the briefest moments. The way you have eaten the donut. And still, until now, with all the distance separating us, I am not yet forgetting.<br />Would you believe that the feeling I had for you, which I had confessed over the phone, is still within me, alive and beating? This letter would be a testament of it. If I know it had died, I would no longer remember the pain.<br />At night, together with the stars, I am swimming in your memory.<br />But as what I have told you, I am not looking forward to a possibility of a union. It is enough that you know and I know. I have accepted the fact that I can only have you on my mind. But isn't the feeling more lasting, when what I have is something which is within me, like a dream?<br />I still want to go on dreaming.<br />What I need to learn though is the art of letting go. Even without possession.<br />And so, with all I have said, I want you to remember this: that somewhere, a soul is burning for you, keeping all the fire, blazing, dying, ember by ember.<br />This is the kind of death I passionately submit into.<br />Until then,<br />Rick. </p> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" >lovely</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-7604690448902804515?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-91361045319222360042007-10-09T22:45:00.000-07:002007-10-09T22:46:21.446-07:00penis<br /><br /><br />the-only-one-larger-than-life-when-its-on-its-cocky-state<br /><br /><br /><br />hmmmmmmm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-9136104531922236004?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-64907817056764371712007-10-01T19:42:00.000-07:002007-10-09T22:44:57.887-07:00exit<br /><br />lets start on top...it started when i was on My early twenty's and rIGht now whenever it comes i felt Restless...vision blurry...veins pop out...And numbness...i try to focus on it...to get to the center of it but I really cant...pain is over whelmiNg...tried to takE some pills to no avail...<br /><br />Used to love these: the-ever-changing-temperature,,,massive-intake-of-alcohol...now a drop of it is an-atomic-bomb-to-my-brain...<br /><br />Puff...its like i was soo damn cool...you lit it up...put it on yah mouth...lock lips...sip it...down,,,down,,,down,,,down...then blow it up...in my nose...my mouth...wooow...cool...its like having mint in ur throat...now,,,my throat sore like an angry child...my nose my nose clog like a canal here in metro manila...damn<br /><br />I quit it,,, in my early twenty's...<br /><br />when i was younger,,,used to love to smell the fresh paint...now it feels like a thousand trucks are in my intestines,,,rambling up to get out...<br /><br />though back pains are dormant...but who knows it will be knocking by dawn...<br /><br />body and its wear and tear...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-6490781705676437171?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-21525268027726471952007-10-01T00:31:00.000-07:002007-10-01T00:43:20.350-07:00beautiful<br /><br />when a girl looses her fats...<br /><br /><br />im soooo anorexic<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-2152526802772647195?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-50346560058774625042007-09-12T05:03:00.000-07:002007-09-19T01:42:31.901-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">1<br /><br />i am pretty much happy with myself lately...<br /><br />though i have been in this state a long time ago...<br /><br />yet knowing myself more makes it more special...<br /><br />i dunno but i don't think someone will complete me...<br /><br />nor i am looking for that someone...<br /><br />this is not a vitamins special,,,mind you...<br /><br />alone,,,yes i am yet i am being the one...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-5034656005877462504?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-20112302013804296502007-07-19T02:10:00.000-07:002007-07-24T23:42:32.682-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">near miss<br /><br /><br />hey...its been a while...the last time i saw you was in a party...everybody was busy...so was you...i never approach you because i know you know i was around...and besides you were so engrossed with something that i cant figure it out...thats the only thing i remember about that...the party and you...and that was six months ago...<br /><br />in a month and a half from now it will be your anniversary...i miss your presence...i miss you...i miss your hair...i miss your smell...i miss your touch...i miss your kiss...i miss when you chew that chicklets and make a cracking sound of it...i miss when we walk home together...i miss you at home...hahhahahaha i miss when i put my hands on your boobs,,,and then you'll scold me that im not a baby anymore...i miss your care...i miss mom...<br /><br />it will be ten years since you left...<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-2011230201380429650?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-66183623521172379012007-07-15T22:19:00.000-07:002007-07-19T00:30:21.534-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">love<br /><br />am i going to love???where will i find love???should i fall in love???whom will i fall in love???will love find me???should i look for love???is there really true love???how does it feel to be in love???is there only one great love???<br /><br />there are a lot of questions about it and famous and non famous people have given their answers to it...strangely they even have define it and give countless of meanings to it...<br /><br />two things that strikes me with love...expensive and free...<br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-6618362352117237901?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-84415208757514571262007-06-27T19:39:00.000-07:002007-06-28T02:32:41.405-07:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">gremlins<br /><br /><br />yesterday was just another day...yet seems like two days ahead...i was counting seconds like hours...i spoke a little to save my weak energy...my eyes looks old and without a soul,,,so i keep my head busy reading...i canceled my dinner outside to be home...as i lay on my bed i felt... restlessness...<br /><br />the night before that,,,i was tossing and turning,,,left to right,,,but only fell asleep on the wee hours...woke up two hours before my alarm of 6am...i knew this wont be an easy day...i close my eyes thinking that i need more sleep...only to find when i woke up that i 'am in a bad day...<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-8441520875751457126?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-37929403317673929322007-06-03T22:57:00.000-07:002007-06-04T00:44:41.334-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Dream<br /><br /><br /><br />I bet a quarter of one's life spent on dreaming...<br /><br />It all started when you were too young and had too much play or when you just came from the beach and you had so much fun...either you're the one being chased,,,hiding,,,or even losing a game...one time I thought I was being chased and just to woke up when I really moved my legs as if running...another was I pee in bed thinking that I have no time going to the bathroom or else they would see me...another is when as if you were floating,,,as if waves and waves and you drifted to nowhere and only to find that you are just sitting in a cab and you are just sleepy...<br /><br />Then you started to read books...you were enchanted by their mystical damsel in distress,,,castles,,,the never to end long long long time ago,,,and leaves you with happily ever after,,,and of course the wicked,,,oh should I forget the white in shinning armor,,,riding in his horse,,,fighting for you to be saved,,,ahhhhhhhh the prince...Until now I long for my prince...<br /><br />And you grow,,,of course old...you learn that most of it wont happen most especially when you just sit there!!!so you work,,,work really really hard...At times you realized that its all dream but then you started to wish...<br /><br />Its not bad...but right now i am running,,,hoping that it is not late...i want my own business,,,i want to be filthy rich,,,i want to have a partner like tom ford,,,i want him,,,badly...i want helpers at my dispense...dreams and wishes...<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-3792940331767392932?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-79162857653866637402007-05-02T20:49:00.000-07:002007-05-22T18:49:21.154-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">entangle<br /><br />i am a free man...so i say...but i can't move without thinking of the standards my forefathers have set...<br /><br />i am not bound...so to speak...but i know there are limits on everything,,,big n small...<br /><br />i am who i am...so there goes the saying...but outside world has a lot to offer that influences my mind...<br /><br />i am dying to have myself free from the worries my mind have created and entertained day by day...<br /><br />i am fighting to have myself stay as simple...<br /><br />but i am entrap...i want money more of it that i imagine...i want a life every billionaire has...<br /><br />i am more entangle than i thought i am...<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-7916285765386663740?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-26682253934226219152007-03-12T00:45:00.000-07:002007-04-20T02:11:45.252-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;" >Simple Truths</span><br /><br /><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">1. Travel Lightly...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">2. Smile...it does gives you a lot of advantages...esp...when you're buying,,,discounts will surely be given and you'll be remembered...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">3. Master you're body...nobody knows except you...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">4. Try to talk to a big tree...promise it soothes you're body....</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">5. Drink and get drunk once in awhile...at times you need to be insane to keep sane...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">6. Be witty...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">7. Be very consistent...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">8. Admit that you're wrong at times...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">9. Be genius...you don't have to experience everything to learn,,,you can learn it from watching other people...in this way,,,you'll be spared with a lot of emotions...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">10. Manipulate your emotions at your advantage...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">11. Must have a lil' tid bits of informations,,, like history,,, geography,,,or general informations...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">12. Must have sex...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">13. Improve your sense of style...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">14. Stay away with stressful people...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">15. Laugh a lot...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">16. Live simple...</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">17. Never over spend esp money...</span></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-2668225393422621915?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-1169789096590483792007-01-25T17:29:00.000-08:002007-01-25T21:29:15.300-08:00Twenty double zero Seven<br /><br />Lame...Tiny drops of water came falling from the sky...Its quite dark...Water is icy cold...My lithe body shivers...Sandals, tattered jeans, and a white shirt, i went outside...Pools of water everywhere...Taking my strides careful not to land on a mud... Not much change...Wind blows with water in it,,, i know this is challenging...<br /><br />Blare...Few hours ago, fireworks lights up the dark sky...Red, yellow, green, bigger brighter, bolder...It's such a beauty...The horns, shouts and laughter, music, firecrackers polluted the air...Signs to start a new day, A NEW?!? Myself is in great shape but felt tired and restless...I remained sober... I am not on my element...<br /><br />Staple...Too many invitations, too much party...Dressing up, going to an event, meeting folks, going home, thinking these things, i decided to stay at home...Invited by the aroma and a twitching hunger everything looks and tastes good...Thanks to the blueberry cheese cake, it left me a thought...How much? What a way of life...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-116978909659048379?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-1165290003782964522006-12-04T17:10:00.000-08:002006-12-06T19:12:58.906-08:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">JOY RIDES!!!<br /></span><br /><br />Joyful!!!JOYFUL!!!rides ever!!!<br /><br />What did you do when you sit at the back of the driver with a body odor?<br />What did you do when you sit next to a long haired girl and lovingly letting her hair flow with the wind that ends up in your face? Did you ever utter these... Miss do you want me to cut your hair?...or you have gathered her hair and hand it over to her...<br />What did you do when you she sits like a miss universe? or a man sits in a wide spread legs?<br />What was your ride in a jeepney?<br /><br /><br />When was the last time you pay your bill but change was not available?<br />When was the last time you say where are you going but was turned down?<br />When was the last time you say which road to take but was told that there is too much traffic there?<br />When was the last time you wanted to have a peaceful ride but have to hear the ranting of the driver? Or you have to listen to a AM station for the whole trip?<br />When was the last time you were told to pay an additional?<br />When was the last time you ride a TAXI?<br /><br />Where were you when its suppose to be a 90 degrees turn but its as if its a 180? Where you out of your seat?<br />Were you able to feel how to be in edsa for about 3hrs? It does not matter if its the rush hour,,,but the bus itself is in full stop to pick up some passengers even though there are at least 5 of the same bus with the same route...<br />Where were you when they beat the red light?<br />Where were you when they blew horns?<br />Where were you when they want to pick up every single person on the road?<br />Where were you when they want to have all move and compressed at the back? And all you do is close your eyes and dream that your just a meter away from your supposed stop,,,in fact you just step in? <br />Whew,,,this is the BUS...<br /><br /><br />Have you ever fall in line for countless of seconds that turns to minutes just to buy tickets? And after that you'll fall in line again endlessly just to get inside the station?<br />Have you ever watch a person who wants to go down the railings because a slipper fell?(no wonder they were called slipppperrrr) <br />Have you ever been pushed? That as if you'll end up in bondages or wheelchair?<br />Have you ever just stand there and you don't know why you were moving? And the last thing you'll know you're inside!?<br />Have you ever see them run? As if there is a finish line or a world record to beat?<br />Have you ever wonder a few meters before it stops and the door opens they are all standing anxiously wanting to get out? As if there are difference when you're late.<br />Have you ever hear this...wag po natin salubungin ang mga lalabas,,,kasi hindi natin sila mga kamaganak!...or we are approaching boni avenue station(but its cubao already)...<br />Have you ever smell the aroma of a construction worker? <br />Have you ever wish that somehow they have to take a bath?<br />Have you ever tried the MRT...<br /><br /><br /><br />Looking back it is such an amazing rides!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-116529000378296452?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-1164595081197283122006-11-26T17:26:00.000-08:002006-11-26T18:51:04.080-08:00OLD TOWN<br /><br /><br />Someday somebody's gonna make me turn around and ill say my goodbye.<br /><br />All i want is to go back...back to the beginning...back to the days when things were a hundred times lighter than a grain of sand...when laughter were more constant...when were both in all smiles...back when each morning you wake me up just to say your great morning,,,even though two hours ago we just said our goodnyts...<br /><br />The sweet sound of your voice...your smile...the never to end little queries of where what how when...<br /><br />Yet i crank up...sour words were thrown...things were shattered...crushed into pieces...romance has broken down...were both amazed on how we never knew the other side of us...yes its time for a change...<br /><br />It will never be the same...Countless of times did i try to turn this love around...i wanted us to work it out...to save the things that we have...to forgive...to patch...to have you back...GIVING UP never existed before but we both have to feel the ground...<br /><br />That little shift...that little touch in this kaliedoscopic relationship...My precious time is well spent in this old town...its cold without you...its not the same when your not around...it will take a while...you have move on,,,go on...you have my blessings...ill just stay here for a while...<br /><br />OLA!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-116459508119728312?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-1162449971499227802006-11-01T19:11:00.000-08:002006-12-06T23:50:47.936-08:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;">Buying my own beer.....</span></em></strong></div><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>who am I???</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>I am the SNOB...you've seen me,,,once,,,twice,,,thrice...i dont know how many times...in the mall,,,a party maybe,,,we rode the same bus,,,we rub elbows in the mrt...and i just stare,,,never utter a word nor break my lips to smile...because we never been introduced</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>So you say,,,I have dramas in my life...I say,,,my DRAMAS have runaway and left me...i never shed a tear when it did...i was laughing because it is with you already...</em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em>I am an ITCH in you...you wanted to talk to ur crush but i was with him,,,you wanted to belong to the group but i am apart of it,,,you wanted to laugh with the crowd but i was in the middle,,,you wanted to strike a conversation but i was the one speaking...</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>So you say,,,i have issues with me...I say,,,ISSUES have died out a long long long time ago...</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>I am the BITCH...you were saying something in the chatroom(forgot where) yet you bore the people...you tell stories but they were all lies...you tell a joke and its an old one...you said some statements but was too lousy...</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>So you say,,,ive got an attitude...I say,,, Who the hell DONT???</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>Well whatever you say,,,whoever you are,,,</em></strong><br /><strong><em>...as long as,,,</em></strong><strong><em>I can buy my own beer</em></strong><br /><strong><em>and if you can then CHEERS!!!</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-116244997149922780?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36472917.post-1161596752642523262006-10-22T23:55:00.000-07:002006-10-24T19:44:46.806-07:00ahehehehehhehhehehheheh<br /><br />traffic,,,office breaks,,,log-in's,,,late,,,meeting's,,,malling's,,,window shopping,,,gimiks,,,gym,,,meet frends,,,on-the-look-of-bois,,,falling in luv,,,taking a bath,,,washing clothes,,,getting a hair cut,,,watching tv,,,txting to your lover,,,having SEX,,,even the slight details in putting up the condom to ur partner---all consumes tym!!!(forgive me for the latter...hahhahahahahha)<br /><br />Monday, October 23, 2006,,,my cellphone alarm just woke me up...disturb by the sound i tried to encourage my lazy body to get up and move my ass cause ill be late again for work...not that my company mind at all nor my immediate superior will notice it,,, but me myself dont wanna be late at all...But for lazyness sake,,,getting up gets me around....15mins...damn should i have set the alarm earlier.....<br /><br />Toss n Turn in bed,,,remembering what had happened the weekend that has passed...hmmm quite a handful....and just had a couple of hours of sleep...friday i slept around 2AM(just had sex...hahahhahah) woke up at 5 but stayed in bed till 6...i never slept in saturday...sunday at around 4am and since i was not n my bed i woke up around 5,,,i had to stay up since i will be meeting a few friends by that day,,,then i went to bed at around 11pm...<br /><br />Anyways,,, 0'clock...i started to use this a few years ago...actually the word came from a cousin of mine...when shes been ask what tym is it she would says 0'clock and we all went laughing...it started as a joke,,,just to make one laugh,,,amidst the hectic lifestyle we had...and it does made us laugh...<br /><br />Aside from 0'clock,,,i also use these:<br />"like when one would give me an exact tym,,,it maybe a deadline or anything...lets say ill meet you at around 3:00,,,i would say that ok be there at 2:59:59..."<br />"or if im using the bracelet i have bought... the bracelet have an initials of 520...(hope you can follow)hahhahahhahah"<br />"or like ....anung petcha na!!!"<br />"maybe like 48 years and counting!!"<br /><br />Whatever the situation is im sure one of that line is helpfull...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36472917-116159675264252326?l=yajnat.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>YAJNAThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07774796276364967255noreply@blogger.com1