<?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-5980995214160869395</id><updated>2012-02-02T00:22:45.450-08:00</updated><category term='lacoste perfume'/><category term='I love Anoop Desai'/><category term='changing your ipod earphones'/><category term='frozen yoghurt'/><category term='hellthy'/><category term='teenage issues'/><category term='Ina-Anak Convention'/><category term='Anoop Desai'/><category term='trinoma'/><category term='original frozen yogurt'/><category term='American Idol Season 8'/><category term='sennheisser'/><category term='crush'/><category term='iBon'/><category term='MRT'/><category term='Indian Hottie'/><category term='dessert in Trinoma'/><category term='Tips'/><category term='red mango'/><category term='Metro Rail Transit'/><category term='iyakan'/><category term='MX160'/><category term='trabahador'/><category term='bahay-bahayan'/><category term='inspire by marks and spencer'/><category term='pagiging guro'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='smells like lacoste pour femme'/><category term='My Tatay&apos;s Crazy'/><category term='frozen yogurt in manila'/><category term='praning days'/><category term='Manila Nostalgia'/><category term='dramahan mode'/><category term='frozen yogurt'/><category term='lacoste pour femme'/><category term='Pasahero'/><category term='Kabataan'/><category term='cheap earphones'/><title type='text'>Neneng is now a lady</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-1817496157294644279</id><published>2011-11-06T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:49:43.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>Wala naman palang Santa Claus!</title><content type='html'>After a long time, ngayon na lang ulit ako nagka-crush. Yung tipong hindi mo magawang maging ikaw sa harap niya dahil nalulunod ka na sa pagiging "conscious" mo. Hindi ka makatawa na kita ang ngala ngala mo. Ni hindi mo din ma-share ang balahura humor mo dahil baka isipin niyang hindi ka disenteng babae. Dapat, pag nandiyan siya, hindi ka mang babad mouth ng tao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it all boils down to being presentable. In a way, you were trying to be perceived as a probable partner. Meaning, eventhough you aren't aware (yet) of the standards of this certain person that you are eyeing, there is a certain template that was lodged inside your head. This template was created through the help of your own experiences, rumors from your girlfriends, society's expectations, Hollywood films, and Star Cinema's chic flick.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some examples:&lt;br /&gt;1. You should not laugh so much as it distorts your face and it implies that you can't seem to control yourself. &lt;br /&gt;2. Cursing. A lady does not curse. Since, cursing seem to be the antonym of decent.&lt;br /&gt;3. During discussion over bottles of alcohol, you wanted to bad mouth your friend but doing so will decrease your inner beauty score. &lt;br /&gt;4. Your appetite just made a landslide descent. You wanted to welcome the sticks of hotdog with marshmallows inside your mouth but you can't seem to do so. He might think that having you as a girlfriend will entail loads of bucks during your dinner date. Of course, you wanted him to perceive that you are health and figure conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang araw na rin na iniisip ko, paano pag nagkita kami ulit. Ano dapat ang suot ko? Maganda dapat ang make-up ko. At higit sa lahat, hindi ko siya papansinin. Dahil ang tunay na babae ay pakipot. CHAROT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katulad ng palabas ng Sex and The City, mahilig talaga mag interpret ang mga babae. Por que, nagkaron kayo ng eye contact, tinagayan ka ng alak, natawa sa joke mo, nagkaron kayo ng quasi-conversation sa status ng common friend, parehas kayo ng trip na kanta, natatawa kayo sa isang palabas, at nababanggit ka pag may kausap siyang iba, eh feeling mo tumataas ang score mo bilang "probable partner". Hindi talaga healthy ang pag-iinterpret, dahil madalas hindi naman ito objective. Madaling i-twist ang mga detalye para lumabas na type ka niya. Endorphin galore ang nasa brains ko kapag ito ang naiisip ko. Kaya nitong pasayahin ang aking buhay ng halos isang araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mga ilarang araw ko ginawa ang interpretation. Ilang araw din akong may self-inflicted natural euphoria. Pero, kung titignan talaga, ng walang halong Sex and The City interpretation,  friendly lang ang tao, hindi niya ako type. Nung napagtanto ko yun, naramdaman ko yung naramdaman ko ng nalaman kong wala naman palang Santa Claus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-1817496157294644279?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/1817496157294644279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=1817496157294644279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/1817496157294644279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/1817496157294644279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2011/11/wala-naman-palang-santa-claus.html' title='Wala naman palang Santa Claus!'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-5238105369009446752</id><published>2011-03-18T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:33:09.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buhay ayon sa aking mga estudyante</title><content type='html'>Habang nanonood kami ng isang video tungkol sa Plasma bilang state of matter....&lt;br /&gt;biglang may lumabas na haponesa.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Teacher, you look like a brown Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Teacher, kailan ka mag didiet?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Huh?! Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Nyeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Teacher, hindi sayo bagay ang straight ang buhok. Magpakulot ka na lang ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Teacher, kapag gusto mo, reply ka ng reply. Kapag ayaw mo, huwag mong replyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Teacher, dapat buhok lang niya ang tumatakip sa dibdib niya para mas natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sino sa inyo ng boyfriend mo ang blind? (Love is blind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Teacher, can I kiss you because you gave me this (referring to a notebook).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Teacher, why are they called Egyptians?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: We call them Egyptians because they are from Egypt. Just like you, since you live in the Philippines, you are called? What should I call you?&lt;br /&gt;Student: NO Egyptian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Teacher, bakit ka lagi nakadress pag Science?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Hindi naman, mainit lang kasi ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Siguro, hindi kasya sayo ang pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Ang ingay! Itigil na yang kaka boom box na yan ah!&lt;br /&gt;Sandaling katahimikan&lt;br /&gt;Student: Teacher, beat box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Dapat ang pangungusap nag-uumpisa sa malaking titik. Kaya dapat malaki ang titik O.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Malaking titik O daw!&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Itigil na yan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-5238105369009446752?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/5238105369009446752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=5238105369009446752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/5238105369009446752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/5238105369009446752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2011/03/buhay-ayon-sa-aking-mga-estudyante.html' title='Buhay ayon sa aking mga estudyante'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-6059252030638584459</id><published>2011-03-18T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T07:14:47.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iyakan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pagiging guro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabahador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramahan mode'/><title type='text'>Isisi sa Buwan</title><content type='html'>Ang dami kong backlog dahil sa poor time management. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap kapag ang trabaho mo may kaakibat na assignment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapagod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagabi, pinanood ko ang Bridget Jone's Diary para mabawasan ang stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huli ko itong napanood nung ako ay nasa hayskul pa. Dati, naiyak ako sa relief na naramdaman ni Bridget nung hindi siya iniwan ni Colin Firth kahit nabasa niya ang bad-mouthing na ginawa ni girl. Natakot ako noon sa kaisipan na paano nga naman kung hindi ko mahanap ang aking kabiyak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years matapos ko ito mapanood, umiyak pa rin ako. Mas madami ang iniyak ko. Sinama ko na rin kasi ang pagod ng trabaho, frustration sa pagdisiplina ng mga bata, pag-aantay sa wala, at kulang sa tulog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napaka-emotional ko kanina. Umiiyak ako habang papasok ng trabaho. Ganun pala kapag pagod ka na nang husto. Para akong ofw na first time lilipad patungong Taiwan para magtrabaho. May I luha ako sa kahabaan ng Quezon Avenue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, nakalimutan ko din naman agad na malungkot ako. Iba talaga ang vibe ng school.&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaroon kasi ng mini-concert kung saan sumayaw ang mga estudyante  ng Baby ni Justin Bieber. May isa akong estudyante na nagmamadaling sumayaw, na parang gusto ng tapusin ang presentation. Salamat sa kanya, naluha ako kakatawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro, ang buwan, kayang i-attract ang laman ng tear glands kaya iyak ako ng iyak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-6059252030638584459?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/6059252030638584459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=6059252030638584459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/6059252030638584459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/6059252030638584459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2011/03/isisi-sa-buwan.html' title='Isisi sa Buwan'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-547844429249292729</id><published>2010-08-15T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T06:33:01.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick-up Chicks</title><content type='html'>Naalala ko lang bigla ang nangyari sa eve ng aking 19th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos manood ng "A lot like love", nagpunta kami ng Timog ng aking girl friend. Isang tabo ng beer sa kanya habang nag tequila sunrise ako. Jampacked ang class b- na bar. Sa kabilang table, may Kapamilya reporter with her two drinking buddies. Pangalanan natin silang, drinking buddy 1 at drinking buddy 2. Dahil sadyang malandi ang kasama ko, nag-sign siya ng cheers sa adjacent table na iyon. Para yun sa drinking buddy ni reporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa ang ginawa niya ngunit nakakahiya. Nagtawanan lang kami. Maya-maya nakaramdam ng call of nature ang kaibigan ko. Nung iniwan niya ako upang mag banyo, inabutan ako ng tissue ni drinking buddy 1. Sabi,para sa akin daw at galing daw yun kay drinking buddy 2. Hindi ko muna binasa. Una, nakakahiya. Pangalawa, baka may sipon sa loob at pinagtitripan lang ako. Inabot ko na lang sa kaibigan ko pag dating niya. Nakalagay dun "Call me (Insert Name) (Insert Number)." Sumenyas ang kaibigan ko sa kabilang table. Hindi ko alam para saan yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya, may lumapit na waiter sa amin. May nanghihingi daw ng pangalan at cellphone number ko. Sabi ko, "eh, nasaan siya?". Pinilit na ituro ni kuya ang lalake pero sadyang malabo na ang mata ko nung mga oras na yun. Sabi ng kaibigan ko sige na, ibigay mo na. Dahil nga "It's the eve of my last teen year", gora, binigay ko ang pangalan at number ko.  Nung nasa taxi na kami ni friend, tinext ako nung lalake,  hi daw at bakit di ko siya pinansin. Sa totoo lang, di ko siya nakita. Parang tanga lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya, maya pinilit ako ng kaibigan ko na tawagan o itext si call me. Natatakot ako pero the pokpokish girl within me surfaced. Sabi ko, ok. Tinext ko nga. Di ko na maalala anong sinabi ko. Ang reply ay mag kita daw kami sa Pier one. Hindi kami nag-appear ni friend. Nakaramdam kami ng takot. Kaya, pumunta na lang kami sa bahay ng kaibigan ng kaibigan kong lalake (Oo, second degree). Doon ko sinalubong ang birthday ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puro lalake, alkohol at yosi ang gabi na yun. Puro kalandian rin. Napagtanto ko sa buhay talaga, may araw na mabenta ka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-547844429249292729?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/547844429249292729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=547844429249292729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/547844429249292729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/547844429249292729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2010/08/pick-up-chicks.html' title='Pick-up Chicks'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-8149851026142125894</id><published>2010-06-22T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T06:19:09.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tili.</title><content type='html'>Ang mga Pinoy ang hilig tumili. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ito ang mga pagkakataon kung saan madalas tumili ang nakararami sa atin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa pyesta, bago mag umpisa ang Ms. Gay contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kapag rumarampa na ang mga beautiful badidangs. Lalake ang madalas tumitili dito. Hindi mo maintindihan kung natutuwa ba siya o nang-aasar lang. Awwww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kapag may pa-liga si Mayor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kapag may artistang dumating sa pyesta. Kiber kung d-list ang artista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biglang pagkawala ng kuryente o brownout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pag balik ng kuryente. Minsan may kasama pang palakpak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pag nagulat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pag biglang nag announce sa AM radio na walang pasok sa eskwela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pag may napadaan na gwapo at namataan ito ng mga dalaginding na tumatambay. Ayyyy, papa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bago sabihin ang BINGO! titili muna ang nanay na nanalo. Ayyyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mga nanay na nagchichismisan sa kanto. Pag juicy ang chismis, magtitilian sila. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-8149851026142125894?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/8149851026142125894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=8149851026142125894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/8149851026142125894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/8149851026142125894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2010/06/tili.html' title='Tili.'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-6431553290935375288</id><published>2010-06-19T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T06:11:16.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ay nagtuturo.</title><content type='html'>Oo, guro na ako ngayon. Hindi na mamasang. chos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hirap na ako makapag-blog kasi gawa ako ng gawa ng lesson plan, visual aids, at worksheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nung unang araw ko sa pagtuturo, sabi ng isang grade 2 student sa akin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Teacher, ang taba mo." Sabay naman nang paghawak niya sa akin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sana, wala na lang bantay bata. hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-6431553290935375288?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/6431553290935375288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=6431553290935375288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/6431553290935375288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/6431553290935375288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2010/06/ay-nagtuturo.html' title='ay nagtuturo.'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-6481935775749169902</id><published>2009-08-10T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:31:16.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Theology</title><content type='html'>Four years ago sa isang exclusive school, sa second floor ng college building, Theology class, first row. Paborito kong pwesto. Hindi ko na nga lang maalala ano ba ang specific discussion basta alam ko nung 4th year Contemporary Theology ang subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil nga Theology, tahimik ang klase. Wala masyadong nag vovolunteer na mag recite. Isa pa, gutom ang mga tao dahil before lunch ang subject. Kating-kati na ang karamihan para kumain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daldal lang ng daldal ang Prof. Masyadong into-it si Sir sa pag kwento ng personal experiences niya in relation to our topic.... ng biglang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Ano nga yung tawag sa taong may tama sa ulo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Katahimikan ng mga 30 seconds --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Sir, poknat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mali ang sagot ko. Ang hinahanap lang palang term ni Sir ay Baliw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SoBK89rt6hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xp06PBpawkI/s1600-h/poknat_by_artspikes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SoBK89rt6hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xp06PBpawkI/s320/poknat_by_artspikes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368373167036164626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-6481935775749169902?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/6481935775749169902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=6481935775749169902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/6481935775749169902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/6481935775749169902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-theology.html' title='I love Theology'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SoBK89rt6hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xp06PBpawkI/s72-c/poknat_by_artspikes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-6512061241425018682</id><published>2009-02-26T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:48:24.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MX160'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sennheisser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap earphones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changing your ipod earphones'/><title type='text'>Sennheiser is my new lover</title><content type='html'>I have recently visited the Power Mac Center in Trinoma to buy myself a pair of iPOD earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I learned of the price, I began to cringe. Being a miser that I am, I ended up buying the cheapest pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be the cheapest but the sound quality sure exceeds the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SaZq71O7FBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/z2W4qgdszKc/s1600-h/MX_160_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SaZq71O7FBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/z2W4qgdszKc/s320/MX_160_black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307046787037205522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Sennheiser MX 160. From the sound of its name, I bet my annoying friend that its from Europe. It carries some kind of quality-control-black-sticker, claiming its compatible with ipod and iphone. I don't know what the compatibility is for, I bet the 100-peso earphones from Ra-on would also qualify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had replaced my earphones like 3 times already, all of which are Samsung. They were all short-lived relationships. The quality wasn't able to combat the numerous tugging I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pleased since I started listening through my Mr. Heiser phones. This time I will be sweeter, no more rough tugging when the wires get tangled with my brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping we could work this out Mr. Heiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-6512061241425018682?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/6512061241425018682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=6512061241425018682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/6512061241425018682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/6512061241425018682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2009/02/sennheiser-is-my-new-lover.html' title='Sennheiser is my new lover'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SaZq71O7FBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/z2W4qgdszKc/s72-c/MX_160_black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-8439623092283559</id><published>2009-02-15T09:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:02:17.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lacoste pour femme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smells like lacoste pour femme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lacoste perfume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspire by marks and spencer'/><title type='text'>Inspire by Marks and Spencer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SZhUlO5yNqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Csb_jYHPl0o/s1600-h/Lacoste+Pour+Femme++Perfume+by++Lacoste++for+Women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SZhUlO5yNqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Csb_jYHPl0o/s200/Lacoste+Pour+Femme++Perfume+by++Lacoste++for+Women.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303081559861114530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying Eau de Parfum has always been a stretch for me because it would always require a good chunk of money. Unfortunately, the scent that my nose nods at is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love Vanilla scent and crazy for Lacoste's pour femme parfum, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inspire by Marks and Spencer&lt;/span&gt; is heaven-sent for budget-conscious consumers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered this baby while I was in the verge of changing my scent. I got a kick when I saw the price because it is way "within" my budget.&lt;br /&gt;They have it in 25ml bottle which sells for P499 a piece and 100ml for P1500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit this link to purchase online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marksandspencer.com/gp/product/B001AFE0G4?mnSBrand=core"&gt;http://www.marksandspencer.com/gp/product/B001AFE0G4?mnSBrand=core&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit your nearest Marks and Spencer's outlet and smell it to believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-8439623092283559?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/8439623092283559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=8439623092283559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/8439623092283559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/8439623092283559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspire-by-marks-and-spencer.html' title='Inspire by Marks and Spencer'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SZhUlO5yNqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Csb_jYHPl0o/s72-c/Lacoste+Pour+Femme++Perfume+by++Lacoste++for+Women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-3889336680204172624</id><published>2009-02-05T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T03:28:21.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol Season 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Hottie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anoop Desai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love Anoop Desai'/><title type='text'>Be swooped by Anoop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SYrMAT6BJ2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/b2LdC3LtBkE/s1600-h/anoop-desai-01-2009-01-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SYrMAT6BJ2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/b2LdC3LtBkE/s320/anoop-desai-01-2009-01-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299272217270495074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo taken from www.ricky.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time with Slumdog Millionare's craze, another Indian is on the rise in Hollywood. Anoop Desai from American Idol Season 8 swoops the audience with his soulful vibe. He even got that geekylicious look to scream for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a peek at his AI audition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.rickey.org/?p=11028"&gt;http://www.rickey.org/?p=11028&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.rickey.org/?p=11028"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While strolling through youtube I saw Anoop Desai's superb performance with Clefhangers from the University of North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's their version of Buy U A Drink with a hint of Soulja Boy and Boyz II Men's I'll make love to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_on7EOG8yk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_on7EOG8yk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HIMXpyHICTs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HIMXpyHICTs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoop Desai is hot (even on that golfing outfit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-3889336680204172624?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/3889336680204172624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=3889336680204172624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/3889336680204172624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/3889336680204172624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-swooped-by-anoop.html' title='Be swooped by Anoop.'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SYrMAT6BJ2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/b2LdC3LtBkE/s72-c/anoop-desai-01-2009-01-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-4065214510280097043</id><published>2009-02-03T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:36:03.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frozen yogurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frozen yoghurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original frozen yogurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red mango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trinoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert in Trinoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frozen yogurt in manila'/><title type='text'>Red Mango is now in Trinoma</title><content type='html'>Good news for the yogurt-crazy peeps who frequent TriNoma (like me). Quezon City, we now have the healthy alternative to that fat laden ice cream. Red Mango offers us the original frozen yogurt that has the creaminess of ice cream plus the benefit of aiding our digestion minus the fat. Yes, honey this baby is non-fat. Quick, check their website: &lt;a href="http://www.redmangousa.com/"&gt;http://www.redmangousa.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SYlBisMOQiI/AAAAAAAAADY/jk-VSVBfWwQ/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SYlBisMOQiI/AAAAAAAAADY/jk-VSVBfWwQ/s320/DSC00331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298838500811883042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally from South Korea, Red Mango made its way to USA where it got a lot of attention. This yogurt palace can also be found in Bangkok, Singapore and now Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SYlBziHz7iI/AAAAAAAAADg/XeMIjkAqD68/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SYlBziHz7iI/AAAAAAAAADg/XeMIjkAqD68/s320/DSC00329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298838790166801954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SYlCFGVhhLI/AAAAAAAAADo/h2m-fh6MWh8/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SYlCFGVhhLI/AAAAAAAAADo/h2m-fh6MWh8/s320/DSC00328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298839091945768114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first Red Mango experience today. I was on my way to Powerbooks when I have seen their stall. Since I have been curious about frozen yogurt, I decided to give it a try. I purchased their Green Tea flavored yogurt and it was sheer pleasure, P85 for a small cup of bliss. It was way better than I thought it would be. The green tea flavor wasn't overpowering and the tangy-ness of the yogurt was just alright.  Oh, and it's sweetness wouldn't throw you in a sugar high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SYlCj1drlSI/AAAAAAAAADw/veZyMRVQbvo/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SYlCj1drlSI/AAAAAAAAADw/veZyMRVQbvo/s320/DSC00330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298839619992524066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a fruit lover, Red Mango also has the fix for you. They have a variety of fruits that goes well with their frozen yogurt (strawberry, kiwi, mango, blue berry and I forgot the rest). These fruits can also be matched with their waffles. Yes, they have waffles... and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a treat for their first visitors, I got a flyer that will give me a free topping the next time I crash their place. I already have blue berry next on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SYlC4JTwo6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/RGTTDL231MY/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SYlC4JTwo6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/RGTTDL231MY/s320/DSC00332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298839968917005218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Mango is at the 3rd Level, TriNoma in front of Fitness First and Toy's “R” us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't seem to grasp the idea that it is non-fat. Well, non-fat bliss is a gift from heaven&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&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/5980995214160869395-4065214510280097043?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/4065214510280097043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=4065214510280097043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/4065214510280097043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/4065214510280097043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2009/02/advertisement-muna-red-mango-is-now-in.html' title='Red Mango is now in Trinoma'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SYlBisMOQiI/AAAAAAAAADY/jk-VSVBfWwQ/s72-c/DSC00331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-6976531192477791090</id><published>2008-12-10T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:48:30.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manila Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iBon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kabataan'/><title type='text'>Titigan</title><content type='html'>Nung ako ay 9 years old, multo at si Tita Joey lang ang kinakatakutan ko dati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, isang umaga ng Mayo ang bumago dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos kong manood ng Sarah ang Munting Prinsesa, napag-isipan kong ayain ang aking kaibigan na si Nora para maglaro. Pakandirit akong tumungo sa eskinita kung saan nakatayo ang bahay nila. Dahil magkakakilala naman ang mgakakapit bahay, hindi na ako kumatok at diretso ko ng binuksan ang pinto. Pagkapasok ko, nakita kong tulog pa pala silang magkakapatid. Hinanap ko sa hilera ng mga natutulog kung nasaan si Nora. Pero, may kakaibang hugis na pumukaw sa aking atensyon. Natigil ang mundo ko.  Nakatitig ako sa kuya ni Nora na nakahandusay sa kanilang pulang sahig. Naka t-shirt lamang ito at brief, walang shorts, ni walang kumot na nakatakip sa kanyang legs. Hindi nako makagalaw dahil tutok na tutok ang mata ko sa bukol.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biglang nagsulputan sa isip ko ang mga size ng ibon na pagmamay-ari ng mga baby at toddlers. Yun lang kasi ang itsura ng etits na alam ko. Maliit na parang ulo ng tinasahang Mongol No. 2 na lapis. Pwede siyang tawaging “cute”. Madalas ko itong natatanaw sa mga beybing nagkalat sa kalsada samin. Marami kasing mga pabayang magulang na uunahin pang mag tong-its kesa suotan ng brief ang kanilang supling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang laki pala ng ilalaki nun. Nakakatakot. Akala ko, hahaba lang siya ng konti, siguro mga 1 inch. Hindi ko inakala na tumataba pala yun. Nakakatakot talaga. Kahit na tahimik na natutulog ang ibon sa loob ng brief, nararamdaman kong ito ay potential danger. Parang may sariling utak ang ibon na yun at alam niyang tinititigan ko siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang naramdaman kong may kumaluskos, nagpanic ako. Iniba ko ang direction ng aking paningin. Pumasok ang ina ng tahanan na si Aling Edra. “Neng, si Nora ba?. Nako, mamaya pa gigising yan. Sasabihan ko na lang na dumaan ka dito.”, ang sabi niya sa akin. Ang sabi ko na lang “Sige po. Uuwi na po ako.”. Hindi ko na nagawang kumandirit pauwi. Nasa isip ko pa ang nakabukol sa brief ng kuya ni Nora habang naglalakad ako pauwi. Pag-pasok ko ng bahay, naamoy ko ang halimuyak ng paborito kong ulam, Hotdog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-6976531192477791090?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/6976531192477791090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=6976531192477791090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/6976531192477791090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/6976531192477791090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2008/12/titigan.html' title='Titigan'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-298310316983284571</id><published>2008-11-19T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:27:49.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kabataan'/><title type='text'>Para sa aking kapitbahay.</title><content type='html'>Noong ako ay nasa elementarya, mahilig ako lumabas ng bahay para makipaglaro. Kaso, ang mga kaibigan ko ay mga pang-hapon sa eskwelahan kaya marami akong oras na papatayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30&lt;/span&gt; ng tanghali&lt;/span&gt; ako makakarating ng bahay. Habang kumakain, nanonood ako ng MTB o kaya naman EAT BULAGA. Paborito kong segment dati ang Little Miss Philippines, Mr. Pogi, Calendar Girls, Princess Asia at Pera o Bayong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 hanggang 4 ng hapon:&lt;/span&gt; maaring tulog ako, nanonood ng Christy Per Minute, Flames at Zenki o kaya nakikinig ng radio habang nag pepedicure ang mga tiyahin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag pumatak na ang Alas kwatro&lt;/span&gt;, automatic na ang pagkati ng paa ko. Isang oras pa ang hihintayin ko bago dumating ang aking mga inmates. Sa ganitong sitwasyon, naglalaro ako sa tapat ng bahay namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking lot ng kapit-bahay namin ang aming kalsada. Luma na ang kotseng ito at araw-araw inaayos ng may-ari. May nakuha akong volleyball noong birthday ko , kaya yun ang nilaro ko. Ayun, tuwang tuwa ako habang naglalaro ako. Binibilang ko kasi kung ilang beses ko napapalo ang bola gamit ang dalawang kamay ko. One, two, three, four....parang naglalaro lang ako ng sipa. Nung mejo pagod na ako, napalakas ang aking pagtira. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biglang nag slow-motion ang kapaligiran.&lt;br /&gt;Pumalya ang angle ko. &lt;br /&gt;Bigla ako nagkaroon ng KALABAN.&lt;br /&gt;Lumipad ang bola papunta sa kotse ng kapit-bahay namin.&lt;br /&gt;Nakikinita kong palapit siya sa gilid ng kotse.&lt;br /&gt;Lumalapit siya sa side mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Bumibilis ang pintig ng aking heart.&lt;br /&gt;Nagdadasal akong wag nang tuluyang dumampi ang bola sa salamin.&lt;br /&gt;Napapikit ako.&lt;br /&gt;Lumapag ang bola sa lupa.&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! ang lakas ng dasal ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRRRRRAAACKKK!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Sumunod ang salamin sa bola. Lumapag din siya sa lupa.&lt;br /&gt;Lagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali-dali kong kinuha ang bola.Tumingin ako sa paligid. Nagchichismisan lang ang mga ale sa labas. Nakita kong halos sa dalawa din lang nahati ang salamin. Kaya pinulot ko ito at sinubukan ko pang ibalik pero hindi na siya kasya. Kaya pinatong ko na lang ito sa ibabaw, malapit sa windshield. Tumingin ako sa paligid, malinis ang trabaho ko, walang Jessica Alfaro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit wala pang ala-singko, nagmadali akong umuwi habang mahigpit na hawak ko ang bola. Nagulat ang tiyahin ko kung bakit ang aga ko umuwi. Sabi ko “Gusto ko manood ng T.V.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako mapakali habang ako ay nasa sala. Panay ang silip ko kung nakita na ng may-ari ang aking kasalanan. Pag dating ng ala-syete ng gabi, sumilip ulit ako. Sakto, chinecheck ng may-ari ang kanyang kotse. Tinignan niya ang gulong, at mga bintana, pag dating sa windshield nakita niya ang surpresa ko. Ang BASAG NA SIDE MIRROR. Napailing siya habang hawak ang salamin. Konsensyang-konsensya ako noon. Takot naman ako umamin.&lt;br /&gt;Sana mapatawad ako ni Pastor Magsalansan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-298310316983284571?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/298310316983284571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=298310316983284571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/298310316983284571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/298310316983284571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-sa-aking-kapitbahay.html' title='Para sa aking kapitbahay.'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-2093885416766446893</id><published>2008-11-10T20:34:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:27:32.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bahay-bahayan'/><title type='text'>Shout Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SRkM8QGsJRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PuY7nO-sldQ/s1600-h/zoom_cartoonboyandgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SRkM8QGsJRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PuY7nO-sldQ/s320/zoom_cartoonboyandgirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267255468441216274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shout out for the guy that I am in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Pi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my sunny days much brighter and hotter :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being stable when my ground is shaky. And, for shaking things up when the things aren't rowdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee-hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-2093885416766446893?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/2093885416766446893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=2093885416766446893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/2093885416766446893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/2093885416766446893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2008/11/shout-out_10.html' title='Shout Out'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SRkM8QGsJRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PuY7nO-sldQ/s72-c/zoom_cartoonboyandgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-5840596740634578880</id><published>2008-11-02T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:27:17.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ina-Anak Convention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Tatay&apos;s Crazy'/><title type='text'>My Daddy Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ilang beses kami umikot ng aking nanay sa Trinoma habang naghahanap ng makakainan. Inisa-isa na namin ang mga kainan sa food court ng Landmark. Sa tagal-tagal ng paglalakad at inisan, nauwi lang kami sa tindahan ng itlog, sa Heaven N' Eggs. Ang objective ng pagpunta namin sa mall ay bumili ng plantsa. Nakakapaso pala yun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SQ6YOEEPyQI/AAAAAAAAACs/6Z9WKep-uUk/s1600-h/plantsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SQ6YOEEPyQI/AAAAAAAAACs/6Z9WKep-uUk/s320/plantsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264312381819832578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ganito ung nabili naming plantsa. ako ang pumili ng pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Habang naghihintay kami sa binating itlog, nagdaldalan kami ng nanay ko. Unang pinag-usapan namin ang pagbili ng oven.Ito ay  para sa ipamimigay naming pamaskong regalo na blueberry cupcakes. Wala daw siyang enough na pondo to buy an oven. Dahil napag usapan ang pera, bigla niyang naalala ang tatay ko na hindi na nagpaparamdam at tumigil na magpadal ng pera. (Ang aking ama ay nasa Sydney kasama ang mga anak niya sa pangalawang asawa na yumao na. Sumalangit nawa si Lou-Lou). Syempre, dahil naisingit ang tatay ko sa usapan, negative na agad ang energy.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Habang tinitikman ko ang nakahaing binating itlog na may gulay  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;biglang sinabi ito ng nanay ko:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Yung tatay mo, ang sama nun, dati gusto ka niyang...”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ako: “Ipa-abort”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Nanay: “Paano mo nalaman?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ako: “Naramdaman ko lang. I can tell from his ugali.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Nanay: “May balak na kasi siyang mag abroad noon. Diba nga naloko pa siya ng agency na dapat magpapadala sa kanya sa Saudi. Ayun, inaasikaso na kasi niya ang papel niya sa Australia.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ako: natulala&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Hindi ko alam na posible pala talaga yun. Akala ko sa teleserye lang pwede mangyari ung “nakatitig sa kawalan for 20 seconds” dahil sa shock.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Nanay: Huwag mo na isipin yun, dati pa naman yun eh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ako: Alam mo ma, nung sinabi niya yun dapat hiniwalayan mo na siya.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Nanay: Hindi ko kasi kakayanin mag-isa dati. Kulang ang kinikita ko.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ako: Putangina, ipapadeport ko talaga siya. Paano ba yun ma. Paano kung gusto ko siyang ipa-deport?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;*** My father used his nickname as his first name when he went to the land down under. Nag-asawa siya ng pinay na Australian citizen para makakuha ng trabaho. Oo, pumayag ang nanay ko sa ganong set-up. Ang nangyari, hindi na pinakawalan ni Lou-Lou ang tatay ko. Wala sa usapan na magkakaanak si tatay at si Lou-Lou.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Nanay: Huwag. Paano naman yung mga batang anak niya doon, nakakaawa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ako: Leche, wala akong pakialam sa mga batang yun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Nanay: Pag pinadeport mo ang tatay mo, uuwi lang yun dito. Saan pa siya pupunta, baka sa atin din makitira yun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ako: Bwisit!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Walang na akong ibang naisagot sa ng nanay ko. Tangina, kahit anong gawin ko talo ako at mananatiling winner ang tatay ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SQ6bgdsCX6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/dZo7y4bYcsw/s1600-h/daddyinjail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SQ6bgdsCX6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/dZo7y4bYcsw/s320/daddyinjail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264315996470140834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. : Ang ganda ng t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-5840596740634578880?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/5840596740634578880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=5840596740634578880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/5840596740634578880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/5840596740634578880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-daddy-issue.html' title='My Daddy Issue'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SQ6YOEEPyQI/AAAAAAAAACs/6Z9WKep-uUk/s72-c/plantsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-7767578092391241427</id><published>2008-09-13T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:24:25.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ina-Anak Convention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kabataan'/><title type='text'>Nanlalagkit sa Inggit</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Nagsumikap magtrabaho si Mama at Papa para mapag-aral ako sa isang pribadong paaralan. Dahil nabigyan ng pagkakataon na makapagtrabaho ang tatay ko sa bansa ng mga kangaroo, naging madali ang pag-abot sa kanilang hangarin na mabigyan ako ng magandang edukasyon. Ang nanay ko  ay masipag na nagtatrabaho sa isang Real Estate Co. sa Manila. Payak lang ang buhay namin. Pinilit i-budget ni Mama kung magkano man ang pera namin. Masaya ako dahil makakapag-aral na ako sa wakas. Hindi ko alam na dito ko unang mararamdaman ang tinatawag na self-pity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ito ang mga naging problema sa paaralan na puro shala-shalahan ang tao at may manaka-naka pang artistang estudyante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Taong 1992-1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ang baon ko ay nag-umpisa sa P10,  yung mga kaklase ko mga P30-50. Lagi ko tuloy kinakain noon ay  siopao. Nakakahiya nga kasi wala akong pambiling french fries.  Nakikihingi tuloy ako palagi. Shet, purita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Tuwing pumupunta ako sa bahay ng  mga kaklase ko, naglalaway ako sa dami ng laruan nila. Ang bilang ng  Barbie na napasakamay sa akin ay tatlo. Lahat sila napugot pa ang  ulo. At hindi ko sila magawang bigyan ng “change-outfit-moment”,  ang mahal kasi. Ang polly pocket ko isa lang. Pero meron akong  lutu-lutuan na hinulma gamit ang clay, galing pa sa Isabela. Wala  sila nun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Wala kaming sasakyan. Hindi naman  sana problema ang pag-commute. Kaso ang hirap sumakay ng jeep dahil  meron pang dalawang paaralan na malapit sa eskwelahan ko. Punuan  tuloy lagi. Hindi naman kami pwedeng sumabit ng sundo ko. Ang  ending, naglalakad kami pauwi. Tapos, de-padyak na lang papunta sa  looban. Ang itim ko tuloy nun, yucky. Ang puputi pa naman ng mga  kaklase ko.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Antenna lang ang nakakabit sa t.v.  namin. Hindi tuloy ako maka sabay sa mga usapan kapag ang mga  binabanggit na nila ay Johnny Bravo, Dexter's Laboratory, mga  palabas sa HBO, Discovery Channel ,Cinema One at yung videoke kung  saan nagmula ang MYX.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Hindi ko naranasan magkaroon ng  pager. Alam ko, hindi ko naman talga ito kailangan. Pero outcast ako  pag nagtanungan na ng, “Neng, can I have your pager no.?” Hindi  masidhi ang sakit na naramdaman ko dito dahil pinagbabawal naman  dalhin ang pager sa school. Sa tingin niyo, pinamigay ko ba ang no.  ng imaginary pager ko?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ang amoy. Ang babango nila. Hindi  naman sa mabaho ako ah. Minsan tinanong ko yung kaklase ko kung ano  ang pabango niya: “Ito, GAP na color purple”. Tumango-tango lang  ako. Ang akin kasi ay Johnson &amp;amp; Johnson's Baby Cologne: Morning  Dew Scent.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Tamagotchi. Pati mga lalake kong  kaklase meron nito. Nakikitingin lang ako at minsan nakikialaga.  Sabi ng nanay ko, hindi daw ako makakapag-aral mabuti pag binigyan  niya ako nun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Wala kaming sariling landline.  Nakikigamit lang kami sa aming land lady sa halagang P2/ limang  minuto. Kapag gusto makipag tsismisan ng mga kaklase ko naririnig  muna nila ang malakas na sigaw na “Neneng, kaklase mo...  telepono”. Nasa second floor pa kasi yung landlady, tapos sa  terrace siya sisisgaw kaya rinig ng mga kapitbahay. Pinagagalitan pa  nga ako minsan ng nanay ko kasi tawag ng tawag mga kaklase ko.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; Lahat ng pinagmumulan ng inggit ko ay mga luho. When I was a kid it was difficult for me to ignore the fact that some kids get to have everything they want and I dont. Naging mahirap sa aking labanan ang inggit. Pero, gumawa pa rin ako ng paraan. Anong meron ako? Mga kwento ng laro namin sa kalsada. Mga kaibigan ko sa bahay ay nag-aaral sa public school. Dahil kapos sa pera, napaka resourceful ng mga kaibigan ko. Lahat na ata ng larong kalye nagawa na namin. Yan naman ang panlaban ko nung elementary. Bata pa lang ako, natuto na ako kung paano ba mag entertain ng tao sa pamamagitan ng pagkukwento. Ano ang batayan na nag-eenjoy ang aking audience? Tumatawa sila. Idaan mo lang dun, cool ka na! Yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-7767578092391241427?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/7767578092391241427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=7767578092391241427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/7767578092391241427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/7767578092391241427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2008/09/nanlalagkit-sa-inggit.html' title='Nanlalagkit sa Inggit'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-1710833404125464991</id><published>2008-08-12T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:22:31.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hellthy'/><title type='text'>If these vaginal walls could talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SKFpi7Y6MxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v4c0aFwbfbA/s1600-h/happy%2Buterus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SKFpi7Y6MxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v4c0aFwbfbA/s320/happy%2Buterus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233580290759865106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My menstrual cycle went bonkers.  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I had two consecutive ob-gyne check-ups and a transvaginal ultrasound within a week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Diagnosis: Hormonal Imbalance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Consequently, I was put into an oral pill frenzy for 21 days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;My doctor suggested that I conceive a baby before I reach the age of thirty.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I am 22 years old and freaked out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I should have been reckless and had myself knocked-up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I shall delete my first entry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I shall practice how to dance Obando style.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;My lover will be leaving months from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Shall I (temporary) stop taking the pills and tie him in a four post bed?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;On a positive note: The pills have some anti-androgen substance that gets rid of pimples and unwanted facial hairs. I noticed that my skin is more supple, smooth and radiant. Panis ang nag Chin-Chan-Su.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SKFrDE4aLeI/AAAAAAAAACE/U1oJ3WEQzEE/s1600-h/phpQEOlUCAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SKFrDE4aLeI/AAAAAAAAACE/U1oJ3WEQzEE/s320/phpQEOlUCAM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233581942575345122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Tangina na lang kung imagination ko lang ang pagkinis ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-1710833404125464991?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/1710833404125464991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=1710833404125464991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/1710833404125464991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/1710833404125464991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-these-vaginal-walls-could-talk.html' title='If these vaginal walls could talk'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SKFpi7Y6MxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v4c0aFwbfbA/s72-c/happy%2Buterus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-4074937644823102891</id><published>2008-08-10T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:28:56.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bahay-bahayan'/><title type='text'>Do I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_gQFqfREI/AAAAAAAAAAc/etWqNKVc_XM/s1600-h/wedsmall.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_gQFqfREI/AAAAAAAAAAc/etWqNKVc_XM/s320/wedsmall.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233147859030721602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that the idea of marriage wouldn't haunt me until the age of 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I was confronted by this situation: Lover told me that once he have established  life abroad, he will come back to fetch me. He will be leaving soon and will be staying there for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel ecstatic and pensive at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Ecstatic because this guy wants to live a life with me. It is difficult to imagine who would like to marry a quasi-domesticated gal. I'd rather work my ass off earning a living then paying somebody to maintain the household. I might do some cooking but that would be dependent on my mood.    When I was younger, I pictured myself with a kid and no husband to deal with. I always thought that life would be better that way. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, and I even have this dark desire of being a mistress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primarily, can I survive the  initial change? I don't know. After four years of being with him, I've asked for a break up claiming that long distance relationship is too difficult for me. He easily granted my wish because of disappointment. I felt his frustration. I felt his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my fair share of sleepless nights and tired eyes from the break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think calling it quits softens the blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We decided to spend the remaining months dating... each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-4074937644823102891?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/4074937644823102891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=4074937644823102891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/4074937644823102891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/4074937644823102891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-i.html' title='Do I?'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_gQFqfREI/AAAAAAAAAAc/etWqNKVc_XM/s72-c/wedsmall.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-5798658780373183452</id><published>2008-08-09T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:51:04.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manila Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ina-Anak Convention'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing sa riles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_jSTY4aEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XealsJwSkn8/s1600-h/baby-girl-unchi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_jSTY4aEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XealsJwSkn8/s320/baby-girl-unchi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233151195609589826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan napag pasyahan namin ni ina na pumuntang Mall of Asia. Galing sa Quezon Avenue, sumakay kaming MRT para makarating sa Taft. Pagkapasok ng MRT nakaupo naman kami agad.&lt;br /&gt;Habang binabaybay ang kahabaan ng EDSA, bigla naalala ni Ina ang nangyari sa akin sa LRT nung ako'y bata pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ina: Anak, natandaan mo nung muntik ka ng mahiwalay kay Ate Becky mo? (ang aking mabuting yaya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neneng: Ah, oo yung biglang nagsara ung lecheng pintuan ng LRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtawanan kami ni Ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsang papunta kami ni Yaya sa kanyang kaibigan na nagtatrabaho sa EVER Caloocan, muntik na kaming magkahiwalay ng tuluyan. Nauna kasi ako pumasok sa LRT at dahil tulakan ang mga tao nahuli si Yaya. Biglang nagsara ang pintuan na siyang naging barricade sa aming dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ina: Ano kayang nangyari kung hindi na ulit bumukas ung pinto at dumiretso ka na sa Monumento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neneng: Iniisip ko nga nun, baka naging pulubi na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ina: Oo nga no? Kung saan-saan ka kasi dinadala ni Ate Becky mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinagsusuntok ko at pinagtatajakan ang pinto, bumukas naman. Tapos hinagkan ko ang yaya ko na parang walang bukas. Buti na lang, kundi baka rugby na ang sports ko ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ina: Eh anak, diba sa EVER Caloocan din yung natae ka dati tapos wala tayong tissue. Kabang-kaba ako nun habang nasa grocery... madaling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neneng: (Namumula dahil ang lakas ng boses ni Ina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ina: madali nga ako nung bumibili ng tissue at balikan ka sa CR. Baka kasi may kumidnap sayo  bigla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neneng: Sino ba namang magnanakaw ng batang tumatae sa loob ng cubicle, aber?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the speakers: Taft Station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-5798658780373183452?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/5798658780373183452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=5798658780373183452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/5798658780373183452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/5798658780373183452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2008/08/reminiscing-sa-riles.html' title='Reminiscing sa riles'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_jSTY4aEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XealsJwSkn8/s72-c/baby-girl-unchi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-6544341837615415024</id><published>2008-04-12T11:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:02:28.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasahero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manila Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metro Rail Transit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRT'/><title type='text'>Ang aking MRT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_j-kXOvuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VueIg5vvHQ0/s1600-h/mrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_j-kXOvuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VueIg5vvHQ0/s320/mrt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233151956080312034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working in Makati for more than 1 year and a half. A quarter of that time was spent working and the remaining time is divided into sleeping, unwinding and COMMUTING.&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;br /&gt;I have been a commuter since I was a kid. I grew up in the arms of Jeepney drivers, De Padyak Drivers, Tricycle Drivers, Toda Drivers, LRT Drivers, FX Drivers and MRT Drivers (daming boys). From a long time of commuting, I can proudly say na substantial na ang experience ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent struggle is my journey from Buendia to Quezon Avenue via Metro Railway Transport on a rush-hour. This is not an easy task. I consider this a test of one’s character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagbili pa lang ng ticket, mapupunterya na ang pasensya mo sa haba ng pila at dami ng tao.&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos bumili ng ticket, pipila ka naman para makapasok sa Buendia Station.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, tulakan naman papasok ng tren.&lt;br /&gt;Tulakan ulit palabas ng tren.&lt;br /&gt;Pila  na naman, palabas ng Quezon Avenue Station.&lt;br /&gt;Pagbaba, pila ulit pasakay ng Fairview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman nakakasawa ang pagpila dahil nasasaliwan ito ng konting pagtulak.&lt;br /&gt;If you get to have this everyday, for a month, you will get the hang of it. The MRT ride will just be a part of your everyday routine. Once you get the hang of the pagpila, the next hurdle would be your fellow MRT fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari-sari ang tao sa MRT. May mayaman, maarte, payak ang buhay, dukha, antukin, ma-pasma, madaldal, masungit at madami pang iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang aking mga unforgettable characters:&lt;br /&gt;Dito ako nakakita sa personal ng Balahurang Manong. Hindi natatapos ang kanyang pangungusap ng walang mura/s (plural).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halimbawa: Putangina ng gagong yun, kung alam ko lang na ganon ang lintik na hayop na yun…. Yung kasunod parang Bullshit or Bitch ata yun sa wikang Latin. Di ko na ma-gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy Idol – Naka-ipod, naka-hawak sa pole at kumakanta. Hindi ko makakalimutan ang pagkanta niya ng “I could not ask for more” ni Edwin McCain na lumalakas ang volume tuwing sasapit ang Chorus. In fairness, tama ang lyrics niya. Napakanta din ako, sa isip ko nga lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpapatawa di naman kalbo. Sa sobrang sikip sa MRT napabulalas si nanay ng ganito habang ngumingisi. “Sige, lapit pa, pag-nagkapalit tayo ng mukha mamalasin ka” Walang natawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call Sen-errrr Agent. Sa sobrang sikip ng MRT, hindi makalabas ang binibini. Naipit talaga siya at kitang-kita ko ang pagpiglas niya sabay pag-sigaw ng “LEMME’ OUT! LEMME OUT!”. Ang sarap hatawin ng face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning tower of Pisa. Minsan nasandalan ang ka-office mate ko, panay parinig niya ng “Ano ba ako sofa?”, “Tignan niyo nga baka tulog na yang nasa likod ko” at “Ang bigat, humawak naman sana”. Madami pa siyang sinabi pero, hindi umepekto kay nanay yung mga linya niya. Nakasandal yung Ale from Buendia hanggang Ortigas Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old friend. Narinig ko lang ito.&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1(Single): Nakatayo sa loob ng MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 (Married): Uy, Nimpha! How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: (surprised) Ito, nagtatrabaho pa rin sa Makati. Eh kaw?&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: Im good. Oh, you’re goin out on a date?&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Hindi, pauwi na ako. How’s your baby?&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: Ayun, she’s crawling already. Ikaw, you should have a baby na!&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Nye, wala pa ngang boyfriend eh.&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: Ahhhh. (polite smile)&lt;br /&gt;(Awkward silence)&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Sige, Ursula dito na ako.Bye&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epal si friend 2!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-6544341837615415024?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/6544341837615415024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=6544341837615415024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/6544341837615415024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/6544341837615415024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2008/04/ang-aking-mrt.html' title='Ang aking MRT'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_j-kXOvuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VueIg5vvHQ0/s72-c/mrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-3187907406487754851</id><published>2008-04-12T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:07:18.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manila Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><title type='text'>Divisoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_lG90htHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lgzsBkxxw1s/s1600-h/divi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_lG90htHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lgzsBkxxw1s/s320/divi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233153199864657010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divisoria... magulo, maraming tao, maingay, siksikan, intsik, whole sale, baratan, murang bilihin, Paraiso ng mga kuripot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talaga nga namang mura ang bilihin sa Divisoria at marami pang pagpipilian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaya ng mga sumusunod:kurtina, ponkan, babasaging baso na tig 20-pesos,mga pinggan na may drawing na winnie the pooh (aakalain mong si winnie monsod kasi hindi maganda ang pagkakadrawing), pusang ginto na kumakaway, hikaw, relo, shorts, pantalon, panty, bra, flashlight, kutsilyo, baril-barilan, lutu-lutuan... at iba pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso, sa Divisoria... NO PAIN, NO GAIN. (Lalo na pag buwan ng Disyembre, aakalain mong may People Power na naman sa dami ng tao) Kung claustrophobic ka, wag ka ng mag ambisyon na pumuntang Divisoria kapag Pasko. Malamang, aatakihin ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga tips sa pagpunta sa Divisoria: Dumaan muna ng Binondo Church para sa iyong proteksyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Magsuot ng damit na simple at magaan sa katawan para hindi masyado mainitan (mas maganda ung pang work-out sa gym).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ang mga burloloy na gold, white gold at silver ay iwan muna sa bahay (baka makakita ka ng pinoy version na Tarzan.Gagawin nilang bagging ang tenga mo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Itago ang pera ng mabuti. (Pwede mo din itago sa bra, sa sapatos o kaya medyas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Maghanda sa pambabarat (mas mainam kung magpapractice ka muna sa talipapa o kaya naman sa palengke na malapit sa inyo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kung hindi mo trip ang plastic na may stripes na red at white... magdala ng sariling sisidlan. (suggestions: paper bag,sako ng bigas at garbage bags para sa mga malaking bibilhin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kumain bago mag-shopping. (mahirap ng mahimatay dun... gagawin ka lang nilang doormat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Huwag kang reklamador. Mainit at makipot ang bilihan dun... at hindi lang ikaw ang henyo na nakaisip na dapat makamura sa bilihin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kung gusto mo makahinga ng mabuti huwag sumigaw ng "STAMPEDE". Hindi ka sasantuhin ng mga tao dun. Higit sa lahat hindi ka maiintindihan ng mga Intsik. Magdala ka na lang oxygen tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Magdala ng tape recorder. Ulit-ulitin ang salitang excuse me... mauubos ang laway mo kakasabi niyan sa sobrang dami ng mamimili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Huwag ka masyado mag inhale-exhale... Baka kung anong kumbinasyon ng hangin ang masipsip mo.Sa exhale naman, isipin mo din ang kapakanan ng mga tao sa paligid mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Magdala ng daga baka ito ay magdala naman sayo ng SWERTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY YEAR OF THE RAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-3187907406487754851?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/3187907406487754851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=3187907406487754851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/3187907406487754851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/3187907406487754851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2008/04/divisoria.html' title='Divisoria'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_lG90htHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lgzsBkxxw1s/s72-c/divi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980995214160869395.post-4865410330109380507</id><published>2007-09-30T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:40:45.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praning days'/><title type='text'>Riding in de-padyak with boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isa&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Dalawa&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tatlo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kanina pa ako nakatitig dito sa kalendaryong may drawing na &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;full moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;half moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Lintik na, pakialam ko ba kung kailan ang &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;high tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;low tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? Punyeta, di naman ako nakatira sa Malabon. At ano naman ang silbi ng mga Chinese characters dito? Nakalathala ba dito ang history ng &lt;em&gt;mah-jong&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina ko pa gusto tanungin tong kalendaryo kung kailan kami magpapang-abot ng regla ko eh. Ano ba? Walanghiya talaga, parang gusto kong magdasal na early menopause ang diagnosis sa kalagayan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunes at ala-sais na ng umaga. Number one sa aking routine, MALIGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa banyo&lt;/strong&gt;, nakapikit ang mata ko tuwing tatanggalin ko ang salawal ko para surprise kung ano mang imahe ang makikita ko sa gitna. Shit, baka may apparition pa sa panty ko. (sabay in the name of the father, son and holy ghost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahan-dahan kong binaba ang aking salawal (an activity which entails a slow grinding of my lower extremities). &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dumulas from my hips to my pelvis… down to my thighs then it hit my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. TANGINA! malinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makaihi nga, baka di lang gumana ang gravity ni Mother Earth. Uupo sa inidoro. Iihi. Tatayo. Titingin sa likod. Dilaw. Minsan nag-iimagine akong may parang pula na linya. Kukusutin ko ang mata ko. Tititig ulit sa inidoro. Wala, dilaw lang talga. Tangina!!! Buntis ba ako? Sabay hagod sa tyan. Baby? Nako, maghihilod na lang ako. Sarap ikuskus nitong papaya soap sa tuyong upo. Ay, upo nga ba yun o sayote? Basta gulay. Bakit parang ang laki ng tyan ko ngayon? Di naman ako nag-almusal at hindi rin naman ako kinakabag. Bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa kalsada&lt;/strong&gt;, ang tagal ng jeep eh ala-shite na. Ang init. Tirik na tirik na agad ang araw. Bakit parang nahihilo ako? Hala, para akong naduduwal. Gusto ko bigla ng Guyabano. Nakakakaba naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa office&lt;/strong&gt;. Nakakalimutan kong buntis ako sa dami ng trabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanghalian&lt;/strong&gt;, Gutom na gutom ako. Kakalimutan ko muna ang diet ko, baka sakaling may taong nangungupahan sa tyan ko. Chicken churva, kanin at chocolate cake. Solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pag-uwi sa bahay.&lt;/strong&gt; Gusto kong manigarilyo kaso mapapahawak ako sa tyan ko. Ayoko naming maging unhealthy ang sanggol sa sinapupunan ko. Leche!! Aakyat na agad ako sa kwarto ko at baka makita pa ako ng nanay ko, matanong pa ako kung bakit lumalapad ang hips ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang hirap matulog.&lt;/strong&gt; At ang daming gumugulo sa isip ko…&lt;br /&gt;Paano na lang nga kung buntis ako?&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ang pangalang Likha o kaya Sinag Tala pag babae. Pag lalake naman, Eulie or Mackenzi.&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na ba ang promil ngayon? Lintik, dapat hindi ko tinapon yung Calendar na pinamimigay ng Mercury Drug every January. Yung may mga stubs para maka kuha ka ng discount sa kanilang products. Sayang, yung tiki-tiki at cherifer.&lt;br /&gt;Mawawalan akong trabaho. Maririnig ko ang mga katagang “you’re fired!” sa tonong Donald Trump.&lt;br /&gt;Magagalit ang mga kamag-anak ko. Tatawagin akong disgrasyada.&lt;br /&gt;Ilulublob ng nanay ko ang mukha ko sa putikan habang binibigkas ang mga katagang &lt;strong&gt;“you’re a whore! You’re a motherf*^kin slut! Get out of my sight biatch!”.&lt;/strong&gt; Sabay tanggal sakin sa family tree.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na ako ang magmamana ng mansion namin sa Tagaytay Highlands &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“your home for all seasons”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Ang mga luxury cars namin, si chedeng, si chevy , si audi at si pareng ford lahat mapupunta sa ampon naming si Bogart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joke Lang&lt;/strong&gt;. Hindi totoo na mayaman kami, payak lang pala ang buhay namin at hindi nagmumura ang nanay ko. Nagrerenta lang kami ng apartment at wala kami ni gulong ng “owner-type-jeep”. Nakatulog na din ako kaka-imagine ng “the aftermath of my sexcapade”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fast forward&lt;/strong&gt; na tayo kasi isang linggo pang paulit-ulit ang scenario na kakabasa mo lang. Binigyan ako ng pregnancy test ng kakosa kong gumawa ng bata. Mga tatlong araw kong ni-review ang Medic: &lt;em&gt;“One Step Urine Pregnancy Test… over 99% accuracy"&lt;/em&gt;. Isang umaga, napagtanto ko ng ayoko ng mapraning. This is the day. This is the day that the Lord has made! Let us rejoice and be glad indeed. Sabay labas ko ng puting panyo at sigaw ng &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Siksik! Liglig! Umaapaw! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_n1o5OoWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ORlFu037APA/s1600-h/phpEBJYByAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_n1o5OoWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ORlFu037APA/s320/phpEBJYByAM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233156200724341090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa banyo ulit&lt;/strong&gt;, binuksan ko ang karton at sa loob ay may sachet, pipette at booklet entitled &lt;em&gt;“pregnancy test for dummies”.&lt;/em&gt; Nanginginig ako habang binubuksan ko ang sachet na kasing sukat ng Cream Silk conditioner na mabibili sa iyong suking tindahan (suggested retail price:3.50 per sachet). Doon ko lang naranasan na manginig ang aking buong katawan ng ganong ka-intense. Sabay nangingilid pa ang luha ko. Sa loob, nakuha ko ang test device.Nilapag ko to sa sahig at kinuha ang pipette at plastic na basong nakuha ko sa kusina.&lt;br /&gt;At ito ang sumunod na pangyayari…&lt;br /&gt;1. Inihian ko ang baso.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mainit-init pa ang ihi ko ng sinawsaw ko dito ang pipette at kumuha ng sample.&lt;br /&gt;3.Pumikit at tuluyan na akong umiyak. (mga 30 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;4.Minulat ko ang aking mapupungay na mata at tinitigan ang palabas sa small screen&lt;br /&gt;5.The nearest distance between two points is a straight line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_oLEGUOWI/AAAAAAAAABE/MjPTkcjTNk8/s1600-h/phpZ3tkPoAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_oLEGUOWI/AAAAAAAAABE/MjPTkcjTNk8/s320/phpZ3tkPoAM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233156568804243810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;False Alarm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nagpapasalamat ako sa Geometry teacher ko na si Mr./Ms. Aquino nung grade four. Buti, hindi ako nakakita ng parallel lines.&lt;br /&gt;I’m definitely back. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Margarita, I miss being alcoholic with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5980995214160869395-4865410330109380507?l=neneng-praning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/feeds/4865410330109380507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5980995214160869395&amp;postID=4865410330109380507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/4865410330109380507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5980995214160869395/posts/default/4865410330109380507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neneng-praning.blogspot.com/2007/09/riding-in-de-padyak-with-boys.html' title='Riding in de-padyak with boys.'/><author><name>Neneng_Praning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126531333400573037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SAEEMw22ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/9wAwMUUvTMM/S220/0614_002726.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQO1FyhBtbg/SJ_n1o5OoWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ORlFu037APA/s72-c/phpEBJYByAM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
