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Kain para tumaba...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MarijuanaDen" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="marijuanaden" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cGSH0zfip7ImA9WxBaF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-8858962087609661020</id><published>2010-03-28T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:10:29.386+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-28T23:10:29.386+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Senti Den" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Metal Den" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Banal Den" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conio Den" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Serious Mode" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature Den" /><title>PAALAM SA INYONG LAHAT!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SALAMAT SA APAT NA TAONG PAKIKIISA SA AKING SENTIMIENTO! NEXT TIME NA LANG ULIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MARIJUANA DEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;September 2007 - January 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DEADS NA BLOG KO! SAD FACE HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/8858962087609661020/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=8858962087609661020" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/8858962087609661020?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/8858962087609661020?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2010/03/paalam-sa-inyong-lahat.html" title="PAALAM SA INYONG LAHAT!" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMASHo_eip7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-7010251979789895958</id><published>2008-05-10T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:47:29.442+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:47:29.442+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>The Legend of Siopao</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img384.imageshack.us/img384/9050/footuc6.gif" align="left" /&gt;Wansapanataym in Manggahan, there live a flat-chested woman named Arajaya. She is very adorable not only because she’s beautiful but also adorable because she is adorable like Ador Mawanay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Because Arajaya has a flat chest, she dreamed of having very large teats like Era Madrigal in her 2008 calendar posted in their room with camel’s toes. Out of nowhere, she saw her piggy bank and thought of a very great idea. She broke it and rushed outside to Belo’s Clinic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Sarah noticed her and said, “Hey you plat-chested women, wat ar you going to wer? Looking at yorselp, didn’t you ashamed op yorselp beecoz yor plat breasted?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;“Don’t give a flying fuck Sarah. And mind your own business!” replied Arajaya with arching-eyebrows. “Now get lost.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;On her way to Belo’s Clinic, she checked her money, counted her cents, and noticed that it is not enough for breast enlargement. Luckily she passed-by in front of Paotsin Siomain and Siopao and thought of a very great idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Five hours later, she went back to their house and saw Sarah standing at the door as if ridiculing her. “Sow wat hub we hub her?” then focused her sight to Arajaya’s breast. “Oh no! How did was happends? It kent be…. Haw was that happends?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;“Sorry Sarah… I pity you. Don’t worry continue praying and who knows, the good Lord may give you this…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Sarah ran while crying… Arajaya was so overwhelmed because of her accomplishment. Suddenly, her stomach ached… “Oh, I’m hungry.” She said, “Good thing I have two large&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;size Siopao here.” Then she detached the two siopao from her breast and eat it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;And she lived happily ever after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7010251979789895958/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=7010251979789895958" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/7010251979789895958?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/7010251979789895958?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2008/05/legend-of-siopao.html" title="The Legend of Siopao" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcFQHw6eCp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-7827269928577047479</id><published>2008-02-16T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:40:11.210+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:40:11.210+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>Arajaya meets Inday near Starbucks: A legend</title><content type="html">Arajaya was sipping her cup of brewed coffee served with hot pandesal by Coffeebean – so Filipino – so indigent – when a group of infamous people started to occupy the near-by infamous café a.k.a Starbucks. They were so noisy that Arajaya’s blood boiled – temperature almost reaching 412 kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since Arajaya is a woman of sophistication, she decided to just ignore the crowd and let them live the way they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she felt a strong chill. She felt a very odd sensation from her nape to her head – the FEELING of being watched. But then again, Arajaya never gave a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was about to eat her hot pandesal, she started to hear a familiar voice from her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What a very small world”&lt;/em&gt; said the woman in a maid’s uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arajaya turned around and was surprise to what she saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Well if my hippocampus serves me right, you are Arajaya, my former friend who turned her back from me. Aren’t you?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Wow! What a very well rehearsed introduction. Inday – my former friend who framed me up to escape a crime she’d done. Who would forget that sweet demonic voice – your pitch and intonation as well as your liaising? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Basing from the gesture of your not so well-developed bone structure predominantly – your skull – that gave you a very elongated face and the kind of food that you have right now, you are about to nosh your stomach with an impecunious meal they called ‘Kape’t pandesa’, uh – was that right?”&lt;/em&gt; said Inday as if ridiculing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Yes. Would you like a bite?”&lt;/em&gt; replied Arajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Thanks but no thank. But would you mind if you join me at Starbucks instead of taking your breakfast in this approximately forsaken café with a very ghastly ambience.”&lt;/em&gt; Said Inday &lt;em&gt;“I also want you to try my favorite Venti Java Chip Frappuccino along with cold sandwich and some Choux pastries. Don’t worry my treat!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arajaya stared at Inday, sneered at her then opened her MACbook Pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Thank you for the offer but I prefer Coffebean to Starbuck. I just think Starbucks is a den of social climbers and bourgeoisies i.e. you.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Oh, dear! Don’t you think your getting rude, I just want you to experience life. Okay, I’ll – “&lt;/em&gt; Inday was interrupted because Arajaya was busy working with her MACbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And what are you trying to do Arajaya?” &lt;/em&gt;asked Inday impolitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hmm… nothing so important. You wouldn’t understand it even if I tell you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you trying to undervalue my comprehension by implying that I will not understand the philosophy that you are doing with your MACbook? C’mon, don’t be so supercilious friend!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Okay, I am configuring its IEEE 802.15 to perpetuate the distribution of electromagnetic waves from the medium access control and the physical layer to the transport layer. Later, I will also track the process from the session layers in which the packets are sent and processed for the presentation layer to convert the signals into binary form. Example, if I tried to send “Inday go to hell” message, it will me converted to its hexadecimal value which is 496E49617900676F0068656C6C which will later be converted to its binary value of 01001001011111100100100101100001011110010000000001100111011011110000000001101000011001110110110001100110. Then, the application layer will check the binary value for error detection using parity bit (even). If there are errors, it will fix the massage then send it to the ALU for processing which will be passed to the CU for data transfer. Satisfied?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday remained silent for awhile then ran towards Starbucks when she heard &lt;em&gt;“1 Venti Java Chip Frappuccino for Inday!”&lt;/em&gt; to get her order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Starbucks bullshit!”&lt;/em&gt; said Arajaya to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, she decided to go to her work and accidentally passed-by in front of Starbucks when she heard Inday. &lt;em&gt;“I was so careless. I thought that the wit I have in me which I found flamboyant in using any language I know of would simply astound them. I was just mortified that it took me a little pinch of effort not to step beyond the waterline, to just impart to the people I formerly know of that I have grown into a better personage – not just a chambermaid whom others look down to. I was just disgraced by the thing I have heard awhile ago that my heart beat faster than abnormal that I suffered from the incapability of speaking. Good thing that cute barista called my name. I just wish that someday, I would be able to face my worst nightmare that is yet to come – yet to come that will consume me and bury me to death. I just wish that day isn’t coming yet.” (inday nag-emote matapos matabla ni Arajaya sa Coffeebean).&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7827269928577047479/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=7827269928577047479" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/7827269928577047479?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/7827269928577047479?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2008/02/arajaya-meets-inday-near-starbucks.html" title="Arajaya meets Inday near Starbucks: A legend" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAFQng7fSp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-1452337926673106388</id><published>2008-01-07T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:35:13.605+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:35:13.605+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>A Tale of Arajaya Part 2</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bago ang lahat, naaalala nyo pa ba yung “A Tale of Arajaya”? To review my post about that, click &lt;a href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/10/tale-of-arajaya.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bale, ang post na yan ay may mga linyang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Was there a black-out?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mula kay Almond - ang bf ni Arajaya. That is also the same line in the film &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperadas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yung line ng asawa ni Iza Calsado (yung time na nag-sindi siya ng mga scented candles sa kwarto) na &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh, brown-out ba?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wala lang nai-share ko lang sa inyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero that's not the main topic here... it's about Arajaya! Yup, Arajaya is BACK. Mas MADRAMA - MAS LOVELIER (talagang MAS LOVELIER HA!) - MAS MAGANDA - MAS KAPANAPANABIK - MAS &lt;a href="http://greenpinoy.com/"&gt;GREEN&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SO the story starts here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Was there a black-out?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; asked Almond to Arajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arajaya was disappointed to the behavior of Almond. So she run towards the door - away from the man that she love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Almond run after her but Arajaya was way faster than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almond:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay! Go on, run away! You'll see, I'll get over you! I'm gonna fuck you away of my life! And I will let you fuck with other guys even if I would have to call you BITCH for the very last time! I will do that because I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arajaya:&lt;/strong&gt; STOPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almond:&lt;/strong&gt; I'll get over you... because I fucking love you. BBBBIIIIITTTCCCHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arajaya:&lt;/strong&gt; Stop calling me a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almond:&lt;/strong&gt; BBBBIIIIITTTCCCHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arajaya:&lt;/strong&gt; Stop calling me a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almond:&lt;/strong&gt; BBBBIIIIITTTCCCHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arajaya:&lt;/strong&gt; Stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almond:&lt;/strong&gt; BBBBIIIIITTTCCCHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arajaya:&lt;/strong&gt; Stop it! You're making me want to STAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Both were standing parrallel to each others. Looking at each other's eyes. All of a sudden...they ran toward each others. Hugged. Kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOTH:&lt;/strong&gt; I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-end- &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1452337926673106388/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=1452337926673106388" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/1452337926673106388?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/1452337926673106388?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2008/01/tale-of-arajaya-part-2.html" title="A Tale of Arajaya Part 2" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAEQ346eSp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-1910551950096321263</id><published>2008-01-04T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:35:02.011+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:35:02.011+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>THE LEGEND OF "USTE" and "TAMARAWS"</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opppsss... no hard feelings po sa mga taga-UST and mga taga-FEU! Joke time lang po!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saan ba nag-ugat ang salitang USTE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If I am not mistaken... ang salitang &lt;strong&gt;USTE&lt;/strong&gt; ay nag-ugat sa abbreviation na &lt;strong&gt;UST&lt;/strong&gt; o &lt;em&gt;Unibersidad ng Santo Thomas&lt;/em&gt;. And salitang &lt;em&gt;USTE&lt;/em&gt; ay ginagamit ng mga kondoktor ng &lt;strong&gt;BUS&lt;/strong&gt; upang iparating sa mga pasahero na nakarating na sila sa teritoryo ng UST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero alam nyo ba nyo ba na dumaan muna ang mga experto sa maraming test before coming up with such word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, una inisip nila na &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"USTA"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na lang, pero noong nilapat na nila sa "Go USTE...Go USTE...GO...GO...GO...GO..." cheer eh hindi sumakto... "&lt;em&gt;Go USTA! GO&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;USTA!"&lt;/em&gt; tila pangit sa pandinig... hanggang sinubukan nila ang "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;USTI"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pero pangit pa rin. Mala-bisaya ang tabas at bukod pa roon ay medyo pangit pakinggan ang USTI dahil baka isiping &lt;em&gt;University of Sexually Transmitted Infection&lt;/em&gt; and ibig sabihin nito. So they change it from USTI to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"USTO"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pero pangit pa rin... kaya hindi na rin nila itinuloy ang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"USTU"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kasi matigas at may diin kapag isinalita. Kaya ang natitira na lang ay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"USTE"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm... maganda... pwedeng-pwede at sumasabay sa himig ng &lt;em&gt;"GO USTE"&lt;/em&gt; shout tuwing &lt;strong&gt;UAAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So dahil sa magandang tunog na napo-produce tuwing sinasambit gn USTE, sinimulan na rin nila yung gamitin bilang pang-alyas sa UST. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So GO USTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ngayon naman, pag-usapan natin kung bakit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TAMARAWS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ang tawag sa mga taga-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEU...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well... ang sabi sa akin ng bestfriend kong tamaraw eh &lt;strong&gt;pinoy na pinoy&lt;/strong&gt; daw ang salitang &lt;em&gt;TAMARAW&lt;/em&gt;. Pero ang sa isip ko ngayon, pinoy na pinoy? Hmm... if they really want to sound very Pinoy, why not use &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CARABAO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead? Diba, pinoy na pinoy... bukod sa dating nito eh mukhang palayan rin naman ang field ng FEU right? yung lawn dun... na &lt;strong&gt;KEEP OFF the WEEDS. Joke lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero dahil gusto nila na medyo susyal, they chose na lang talaga yung &lt;em&gt;TAMARAW&lt;/em&gt;. Kasi naman, kung mag-che-cheer eh disaster naman kung sisigaw sila ng "&lt;em&gt;Go, fight, go fight CARABAO&lt;/em&gt;! " Diba... Pero pangit rin naman kung mas pinasusyal pa, kasi from TAMARAW eh magiging &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Water) Buffalo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. "&lt;em&gt;Go, fight, Go fight, (Water) Buffalo&lt;/em&gt;!" Diba hassle. Ang hhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbbbbbaaaaaaaaa. ANd so Holy. Ang Holy! Holy Molly! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GO TAMARAWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahaha.. so ang post na ito ay &lt;strong&gt;SPONSORED&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;BUTO NG KAPE&lt;/strong&gt;... joke lang... Wala lang to, joke time lang... kabagot... Walang maaasar ha! 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CUECR38zfSp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-237735791782721134</id><published>2007-12-31T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:34:26.185+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:34:26.185+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature Den" /><title>Kung bakit may bomb sniffing dogs.</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kasuklam-suklam kung ika’y titingnan,&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;iyong hubad&lt;/span&gt; na katawang puno ng saksak.&lt;br /&gt;Ang iyong mukha…sabod…basag&lt;br /&gt;At punung-puno ng sariwang &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dugo&lt;/span&gt; mula sa katawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoy&lt;/span&gt;…saan mang sulok ay may &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;apoy&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng tao ay nagkakagulo…&lt;br /&gt;Pulis, sibilyan at lider ng Mundo;&lt;br /&gt;Galit na galit dahil sa ginawa mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumakbo ka…&lt;br /&gt;Hinabol at tinadtad ng suntok at tadyak…&lt;br /&gt;Pinalo sa ulo…&lt;br /&gt;Sabog ang batok…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa nakontento,&lt;br /&gt;dahil galit sa iyo,tinadtad pa ng bala patagos sa buto.&lt;br /&gt;Ang mukha mo’y sabog&lt;br /&gt;At punong-puno ng&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; dugo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa gitna ng kaguluhan&lt;br /&gt;Naiwan kang&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; mabaho&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Nilalangaw at nilalapitan&lt;br /&gt;Ng iba’t ibang insekto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iniwan ka sa gitna&lt;br /&gt;Habang ang &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;alikabok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nakikiramay sa dinanas mo...&lt;br /&gt;Habang ang &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Usok&lt;/span&gt; ang tanging bumalot sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumakbo ka…&lt;br /&gt;Hinabol at tinadtad ng suntok at tadyak…&lt;br /&gt;Pinalo sa ulo…&lt;br /&gt;Sabog ang batok…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa nakontento,&lt;br /&gt;dahil galit sa iyo,tinadtad pa ng bala patagos sa buto.&lt;br /&gt;Ang mukha mo’y sabog&lt;br /&gt;At punong-puno ng &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dugo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiwan kang nag-iisa.&lt;br /&gt;Walang karamay.&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa kabila nito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ngiti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pa rin ang iniwan mo sa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/237735791782721134/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=237735791782721134" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMASH8_eip7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-1817996413483412978</id><published>2007-11-22T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:30:49.142+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:30:49.142+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature Den" /><title>L A leaf falling ONELINESS...</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;DEAR GOD,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please kill &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my fuckin heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so that I could never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;NUMB ME, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ENVELOP ME with your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;never ending symphaty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so I could never pity myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;LET THIS be the last...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;LET me SUFFER not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;to the pain it shall give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so I could never be hurt again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't want to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;self-destructive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;OBSSESIVE FUCKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;who sucks in every way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;KILL it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;BREAK it into piece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;PULVURIZE the remains...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so no one can mend it back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;SHATTER it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;TORN it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;DESTOY it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So the fragments will be lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;For all eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And thus, I shall never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;feel sorry again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truly Yours,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me - just me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1817996413483412978/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=1817996413483412978" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/1817996413483412978?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/1817996413483412978?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/11/l-leaf-falling-oneliness.html" title="L A leaf falling ONELINESS..." /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUDQXs-eSp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-6785724127796018803</id><published>2007-11-04T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:27:50.551+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:27:50.551+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conio Den" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Serious Mode" /><title>BITCHES? Whatever!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If a bitch is someone who doesn’t know how to kiss and is still a virgin, I’m a bitch then! And I am proud to be one. How about you, are you one of us?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci once advised May-ann to say this line if someone says she’s a BEEYATCH…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – this is word is given to a girl to degrade her or destroy her reputation to all the people who particularly know her. However, some may take this as a compliment because for some, a “BITCH” is someone who is&lt;em&gt; palaban&lt;/em&gt; and would&lt;em&gt; fight&lt;/em&gt; for what she believes in. So to make things clear, I would like to share to you my knowledge &lt;strong&gt;about the three kinds of bitches&lt;/strong&gt; so that when you use the word again, the person who receives it wouldn’t get the idea the wrong way you intend it to be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s start first with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“FIRST CLASS BITCHES”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; These are the kind of bitches whose &lt;strong&gt;brain is bigger than their boobs&lt;/strong&gt;. They are smart, talented, and very professional. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SMART&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, because, instead of asking the guy to wear condom, she rather take pill so that the guy will be fully satisfied during SEX, after all, abortion no not a problem and if everything fails, she can support naman her child kung papalya ang pills.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TALENTED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because she’s an expert with regard to the correct positioning of her legs when the guy is over her. She is the one who’s in control during blowjobs and thinks that &lt;em&gt;SEMEN is SWEET&lt;/em&gt;. She knows a lot of things and is willing to share it to others through FHM and other sex-oriented magazine in the market. AND &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PROFESSIONAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because a-one-night-stand is a-one-night-stand for her. The passion ends after that night and there will be no continuation [well if you know what I mean!]. When she got pregnant by mistake, NUPTIAL is never an answer for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to cut is short, being a FIRST CLASS BITCH is an honor. And note: She’s very choosy when it comes to the person to have sex with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to use it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaaway na Girl: Okay, will you please stop tailing with my boyfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: I am not tailing with your boyfriend, he’s the one who’s doing it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaaway na Girl: BITCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: At least I am a First Class Bitch! [then you give her insult like: Please excuse me coz I don’t want to waste my precious time to the worst slut in town.] You can have the whole of him, I am not interested to that fuckin faggot. [then deviously laugh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Typical Example:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia Agcaoilli and those who submits their story at FHM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“MIDDLE CLASS BEEYATCH!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; These are the kind of bitches whose &lt;strong&gt;boobs is as big as their brain&lt;/strong&gt;. In short, they are the &lt;em&gt;AVERAGE SHITTERS&lt;/em&gt;. When it comes to real-life-enduring actions on the bed, she lets the guy take over. She follows on every order she hears from her MASTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e. In a blow job scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Tang ina lalabas na!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: CHUP CHUP CHUP!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: [Nilabasan]&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Lunukin mo!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yes MASTER [kahit maduwal-duwal].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s not that intelligent but she’s wise. She asks the guy to wear condom [which doesn’t make a sense naman kasi the guy will eventually remove the plastic tube when she’s already loosing control] for safety measures. When she got pregnant by mistake, she’ll simply cry in front of the guy and will say, &lt;em&gt;“How are we going to solve this? We need to be marriage.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her, nuptial is the only answer to protect herself from shesmiss. Moreover, she’s not that choosy. Para sa kanya, basta titi masarap! Yung mga mayayaman na Middle class bitches likes doing it with mayayaman na kalbos pero mapapangit. Nyhahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to use it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaaway na girl: You’re such a bitch! Layuan mo ang jowa ko!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: A bitch? I am no a bitch, I am a middle class bitch! Sorry but I won’t stoop to your level because you are far worse than a slut or any other common prosty and whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Typical Example:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina Halili (needs to level-up to be a first class bitch), Alexandra de Rossi, and other bungangeras sa TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third and lastly are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COMMON BIATCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes! Pokpok, posty, prostitute, malandi, malantod, malantutay, and etc. &lt;strong&gt;70%&lt;/strong&gt; of they do sex for a living and the remaining is for past time or simply hubby. The reason why they are called like this is because they would simply say yes when a guy asks them to do it with him – like a female dog (bitch), and a female horse (whore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t ask their partner to wear condom because actually, they weren’t given the chance to ask because most of the time, they are not prepared because I happens in an unexpected time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to use it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaaway: Thank you for calling me a bitch, I take it as a compliment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: Point of order, I said, COMMON BITCH…in short, pokpok ka! And if you don’t know that, better get this knife and slash your wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Typical example;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALU FERNANDEZ (well, only stupid people doesn’t they are stupid, right?) and Regine Velasquez (sorry for those who idolize her! I just want to include her here because she’s a man-stealer and life-wrecker).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. Those are the kinds of bitches. So the next time around, don’t just use the plain word “bitch” because sometimes, you need to incorporate other words to add power to your insulting words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So where do you belong? Oh fuck it, just enjoy it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6785724127796018803/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=6785724127796018803" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/6785724127796018803?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/6785724127796018803?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/11/bitches-whatever.html" title="BITCHES? Whatever!" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUGSXs9eyp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-4891948211697449226</id><published>2007-10-30T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:27:08.563+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:27:08.563+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>A Tale of Darna</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nanarland.com/Chroniques/darna/darna09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;BTW, I have a new blogspot...It’s my photoblog actually…so to view it just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photoblognimcrey.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;click here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah…before we go any further [wah teri hatcher ba ito?] I would just like to tell a personal story happen to me just recently…or okay, just lately in our Speech Communication class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we were asked to prepare a two minute long talk and deliver it in front of the class as our last graded oral recitation for the midterms [at dahil mabait akong bata, nag &lt;a href="http://tribalwars.net/"&gt;Tribal Wars &lt;/a&gt;lang ako…at nagfriendster nang ang &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; ‘til the end], and OH SHIT! &lt;strong&gt;Na first blood ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there’s nothing wrong naman being the first one to stand in front and speak in English for 2 minutes but the mere fact you aren’t given the chance to review and prepare just make me feel so &lt;strong&gt;FUCKINGLY SAD&lt;/strong&gt;…[oppsss…read that again with feelings…FUCKINGLY SAD!]…hahahaha…that was the longest 2 minutes of my life and yet the shortest! Nabitin ako! Nakakaasar kasi, since it came in an instant, thoughts were all mixed up and the moment I knew it, wala na, ubos na yung time for me…although naging masaya naman ako with the outcome….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McRey:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh shet! That was a disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galagate:&lt;/strong&gt; Tangik, okay yun! Maganda nga eh! Okay, parang nagkekwento ka lang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McRey:&lt;/strong&gt; Tang ina talaga, na first blood pa ako…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay…sana makakuha ako naman ako ng 3.5 to 4.0 [western grading system] no! I am a failure kasi with written exam…Ha! Mighty gad in heben!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai isa pa, tama bang tadtarin ng ATAY ang ULAM KONG AMPALAYA? SHET ANG PAIT NA NGA PINAPAIT PA!&lt;/em&gt; AND WELCOME nga pala sa ANAK ni ATE GING na nagngangalang, CHELSY ANN...WELCOME to the FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nanarland.com/Chroniques/darna/darna09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" height="303" alt="" src="http://www.nanarland.com/Chroniques/darna/darna09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here’s the Tale itself… [ang galing no, parang group discussion lang, kailangan talaga ng side comment eh! Nyahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wansapanateym in a far away land…there live a beri beautiful heroine known as DARNA…she is so beautiful and kind that people admire her and at the same time hate her for being so &lt;strong&gt;BRIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; and yet so &lt;strong&gt;SLOW&lt;/strong&gt;….don’t ask me why it is like that…basta yun na yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan day, Valentina, &lt;em&gt;her nemesis&lt;/em&gt;, attacked the city of Quezon City together with her ewwyyy alagad…&lt;em&gt;the snakes&lt;/em&gt;….FUCK I hate snakes sorry for this but I JUST HATE SNAKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARNA:&lt;/strong&gt; Valentina, itigil mo na ang iyong kalupitan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentina:&lt;/strong&gt; Shet…you siyat ap okay! Im none true yet witchu! Ay heyt yu n ay shall distroy yu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARNA:&lt;/strong&gt; Kahit kalian, hindi mag-wi-win ang mga masasama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentina:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; FAK! Yu ar so tatsi! Tenk yu…sow as a reward, MGA AHAS SUGURIN SI DARNA AT PATAYIN SHA! SSSSHIIIII, SHHHIIII, SHIIII, SHIIIII!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARNA:&lt;/strong&gt; [nagtatatalon] Tama na Valentina! NAIIHI NA AKO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And DARNA was defeated…and Valentina lived happily ever after!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end- &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4891948211697449226/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=4891948211697449226" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/4891948211697449226?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/4891948211697449226?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/10/tale-of-darna.html" title="A Tale of Darna" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4GRX88cSp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-7236291454873853107</id><published>2007-10-25T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:22:04.179+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:22:04.179+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>A Tale of Arajaya</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://lovecats4x.tripod.com/samwink/frumspike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lovecats4x.tripod.com/samwink/frumspike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you’ve already read “The Legend of Arajaya’s Panty” you wouldn’t have to wonder why she’d ended up with such a fairytale-like sequel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night in Arajaya’s life, she prepared dinner to apologize with her boyfriend, Almond; about what happen the last time she brought him to her room. You know, the stingy and baconized panty of her that vexed her boy friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She prepared the chicken, the beef, the pork, the veggie, and all the most mouth-watering recipes that she knows. When she was setting the table, she thought of a great idea…yes, a CANDLELIGHT DINNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, she called Almond and asked him to go to her place. “Please Almond, I am asking this to say sorry…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 10 ‘o clock, Almond arrived at her house but noticed that the lights were off. He pressed the door bell… “Ding dong” the bell rang, “Yoo hoo! I’m here!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come in and go here at the kitchen!” Arajaya shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almond came in, went to the kitchen and saw Arajaya’s artistic kaartehan with the table and all the stuffs all over the room. The candles were set and the entire place was covered with rose petals. Arajaya smiled but something’s wrong with Ken’s face… Then he said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Was there a black-out?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/RyCHuywxgwI/AAAAAAAAADw/P0AVYKoPjiE/s1600-h/plop.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125245613917700866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/RyCHuywxgwI/AAAAAAAAADw/P0AVYKoPjiE/s200/plop.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7236291454873853107/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=7236291454873853107" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/7236291454873853107?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/7236291454873853107?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/10/tale-of-arajaya.html" title="A Tale of Arajaya" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/RyCHuywxgwI/AAAAAAAAADw/P0AVYKoPjiE/s72-c/plop.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YDR3gzfip7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-7054276521988628164</id><published>2007-10-22T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:59:36.686+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:59:36.686+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>The Legend of Flat Iron</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a.k.a. The Legend of Sarah’s shirt: A Sequel to The Legend of Eggplant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the incident happened to Arajaya the night she felt horniness, she was confronted to make a restitution for the help that Sarah offered just to take the rotten Eggplant off her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah gave all the house chores to her; let her wash her clothes, and in a worse sense, let her wash her clothes then have it flat ironed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Sarah decided to go to Glorietta 2 to buy new dress for her friend’s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Arajaya, ken you plis plantsa my dress, kasi im go to Glorietta 2 to bay anader dress…” Sarah said, “Diba you hub utang pa naman to mi bekos I helping you awt to teyk da bulok talong out of your pepe?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But, this is too much! My hands are already tired and weak! I can’t do it anymore! Please…you can’t control my life. I also have mine!” Arajaya pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylittleworld.co.uk/acatalog/Pewter_flat_iron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://www.mylittleworld.co.uk/acatalog/Pewter_flat_iron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Tang ina mong malibog na babae ka! Apter ay helping you dis is you bayad-bayad utang to me!” She answered back angrily, “Ayus ka ah! How there you naman!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please…end your suppression now…else, I think I am going to die! Heavenly Lord, let her mind be enlighten by your heavenly power. Let me escape from her oppressive hands!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hoy, wag ka ikaw mag-inats der! Wat du you think you? A madder superyora? My Gad! Arajaya, baka you want me pa to tel other abawt your lababol talong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No don’t! I promise I won’t do it again! Just don’t tell it to others! I am begging you with all humility left in me...please, I can even flat-iron your dress at its best! Just don't tell it to others!”&lt;br /&gt;“Good!” Sarah replied, “I wil go bak leyter to si it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arajaya flat-ironed the dress while her mind is flying…she rubbed the fine silk using the hot metallic flat causing the silk to be smoother than it was before. When Sarah went back, she was so impressed on how Arajaya worked things out. She wore it quickly and left the house in a whip wham of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah strolled at Glorietta 2…she was so happy on how Arajaya made her dress look fabulous. People are looking at her and she feel like a star…but when she reached STARBUCKS, &lt;em&gt;[oy dapat bayaran ako ng STARBUCKS for the advertisement]&lt;/em&gt; a gorgeous looking man approached her. Sarah’s jaw dropped when she saw the stunning looks of the man. When their eyes and body meet, the man whispered to her left ear, “Miss butas ang pwet mo!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gaga, yan ang bagong pasyon isteytment!” Sarah said regaining her composure, “Shet, haw there you naman nat two know eat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7054276521988628164/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=7054276521988628164" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/7054276521988628164?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/7054276521988628164?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/10/legend-of-flat-iron.html" title="The Legend of Flat Iron" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACSX86fCp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-2649240438165581403</id><published>2007-10-19T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:19:28.114+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:19:28.114+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>The Legend of Loving You</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Base mula sa dyok ni Mr. Alejandro “Don Don” Nueva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wansapanateym at Arajaya’s house, she was inside the bathroom and was ready to take her weekly shower. She faced the mirror, applied oil on her face and other skin, and then complimented her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the application of the creamy liquid, she moved toward the tub…lifted her left foot first and tapped it inside the ceramic container followed by the other foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the trickling water flowing down her naked body, Arajaya sang her “peyborit sing” titled, Loving You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Loving you, its easy coz' your beautiful..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sang it, “Lalalala” – “lalalalala” – “Lalalalala” – “Lalalalalala” , while feeling the softness of her skin. But when she reached her chest, her tone progressed into a more passionate pitch…her hands on her nipples… “Dinudodo-dodo” then crawled downward to the lower extremity, “Ahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaa”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/2649240438165581403/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=2649240438165581403" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/2649240438165581403?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/2649240438165581403?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/10/legend-of-loving-you.html" title="The Legend of Loving You" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAGRX49fyp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-4111261967270397411</id><published>2007-10-16T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:18:44.067+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:18:44.067+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conio Den" /><title>Coatable Coats from Arajaya</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;"My skin's so delicate that only few people are given the chance to touch it. [pause] Only ADOBE Photoshop touches my skin, who touches yours?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Arajaya once answered when a friend gave her a compliment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I may be everything but I am not a slut. I can't blame myself if I was born a Vamp."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Arajaya's response when Sarah called her a slut. This one also goes like this: &lt;em&gt;I maybe a bitch but I am not a slut!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When it rains, i will play my [cat] pussy..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Arajaya's anwer to the question, What will you do when it rains?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am close to being mad but sorry, you're not the right person who can make me like one. Sorry for thw words but, you're not even a piece of shit!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Arajaya reaction when Sarah agitated her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you have Sarah in your life, I don't think you'll ever need an enemy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Answer to, Who is your rival?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I cannot be dumb if deep within me I'm real"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Arajaya told Sarah when when typecast her as DUMB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am not willing to change myself into someone who I am not in order to please you!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Arajaya's response when someone asked her if she's willing to change herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love me. Hate me. What makes you think I care?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Arajaya's reply when Almond told her he hated her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am a champion. I just don't know I am."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Arajaya highlighted on an interview after winning the debate against Sarah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't need your attitude. I already have mine!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Arajaya explained when someone told her she has an attitude problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You may be smarter. But I am great!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- To Sarah, in a Debate competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do I need to answer a question which you already know the answer?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- To Almond when he asked her if she loves him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Loving the right person in the wrong time is hard but loving the wrong person in the right time is far harder... : ("&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- To herself after her break-up with Almond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You do it not once but twice, but you did it again! Do you think you can intimidate me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- To Sarah after she slapped her with the [Alamang] Bagoong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You don't have a heart, you don't know how to love, you only know how to hurt! : ("&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- To Sarah after each oppression she's giving her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will tell you my secrets but I would have to kill you!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Arajaya's response after asked her secret to beautiful skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pangit ka na nga, pangit pa ugali mo, wala nang natira sa iyo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Arajaya to Sarah, confrontation nila. Face-to-face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Call me a bitch again and I'll pee on your leg."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Nabasa ni Arajaya sa T-shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will not let anyone monopolize me for I have given the power to rule myself."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Philosophy in Life ni Arajaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I cannot fix you if you are idiotically stacked to your perception."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- To a friend asking for an advise.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4111261967270397411/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=4111261967270397411" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/4111261967270397411?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/4111261967270397411?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/10/coatable-coats-from-arajaya.html" title="Coatable Coats from Arajaya" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYFRHc6fip7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-379062585835456167</id><published>2007-10-14T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:25:15.916+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:25:15.916+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>The Legend of Eggplant part 2</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the continuation of The Legend of Eggplant…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was I, Arajaya was pleading to Sarah to help her remove the eggplant inside her fallopian tube. But Sarah is so hard to convince until our princess promised her to give everything. Sarah’s eyes twinkled. She ran across the living room, grabbed the vacuum cleaner, and slotted it between Arajaya’s legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“SHUUUUUU!!!” In a minute, Arajaya felt relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Arajaya decided to take a bath at the [Pasig] river near her house. When she reached the riverbank, she saw a police and seduced him by singing: “&lt;em&gt;Pupunta ‘kong ilog, ikaw ay susunod.”&lt;/em&gt; And most probably, you already know what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next &lt;em&gt;next morning&lt;/em&gt;, Arajaya decided to take a bath again at the river hoping that she’ll meet the police again. And just like magic, the police appeared. She sang again: “&lt;em&gt;Pupunta ‘kong ilog, ikaw ay susunod.”&lt;/em&gt; Then the police followed her and fucked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third morning, she sang aher seducing nd arousing song again. “&lt;em&gt;Pupunta ‘kong ilog, ikaw ay susunod…”&lt;/em&gt; and the policed followed her again but when they arrived at the riverbank, they saw Arajaya’s father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the police visted her at their house and he sang in a low toned voice, “&lt;em&gt;Pupunta akong ilog, ikaw ay susunod…”&lt;/em&gt; but no response. He sang again, “&lt;em&gt;Pupunta akong ilog, ikaw ay susunod…”&lt;/em&gt; a minute later, Arajaya finally sang back, “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walang ng ilog, ilog, KIKI ko’y sunog.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/379062585835456167/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=379062585835456167" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/379062585835456167?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/379062585835456167?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/10/legend-of-eggplant-part-2.html" title="The Legend of Eggplant part 2" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcNSXw9eCp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-7069539410509363562</id><published>2007-10-07T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:24:58.260+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:24:58.260+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>The Legend of Eggplant</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wan lonely night of Arajaya’s life, she felt beri lonesome and hot. She was the only one left at the first floor and Sarah, her housemate, was already deeply asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arajaya really really really felt hot and horny, and her pussy – cat was itchy. “Ming, ming, ming, ming, ming, scratch yourself, don’t disturbed me because I’m trying to find a way to get rid of my horniness.” She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the shaved pussy – cat went to elsewhere as the cat’s master continued thinking. “That fucking faggot! I thought he will own me, but I was wrong. We was after my make-ups! Damn!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wilsontai.com/hongkongnights/eggplant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="221" alt="" src="http://wilsontai.com/hongkongnights/eggplant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arajaya felt very problematic but when she took a glance at the kitchen, she saw an eggplant and thought of a great idea. She went to the kitchen and gets the talong and went back to the living room. Then, she slotted the talong between her legs and felt beri relieved with her horniness. However, in the middle of her moaning, she felt someone climbing down the stairs. Yes, it was Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sarah saw Arajaya squatting at the living room, she approached her to intrigue her. At the living room, “Anong ginagawa mo d’yan sa tangkay ng talong?” asked Sarah. “Wala lang, masama ba?” Arajaya replied back in a high tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Letche ka! Bumili ka ng baybreytor mo! Kaderder ka!” she ridiculed, “If ay know, naiwan lang yung katawan ng talong sa loob. Hoy, ako bumili n’yan at bulok na yan!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you read it right; the talong was left inside Arajaya’s pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arajaya ended-up crying pleading to Sarah how to get the talong off inside of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/7069539410509363562/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=7069539410509363562" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/7069539410509363562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/7069539410509363562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/10/wan-lonely-night-of-arajayas-life-she.html" title="The Legend of Eggplant" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcMSHkycSp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-4303332339423527343</id><published>2007-10-07T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:24:49.799+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:24:49.799+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>A Tale of Wonder Woman</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wansapanataym in the dark street of Manggahan, Arajaya was walking along the narrow trail of the community to her house. The lights were out and the only thing that enabled her to see was the light of the streetlamp at the very end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arajaya searched for her phone, dialed a number but there’s no signal. She started to get anxious. Her heart started to beat faster. When she reached the middle of her track, about ten steps from the streetlamp, strange footsteps made her worry more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wawong7.home.att.net/collection/LagoRay_wonderwoman_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" height="337" alt="" src="http://wawong7.home.att.net/collection/LagoRay_wonderwoman_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arajaya ran as fast as she could, but even before she could reach the end, a man strangled her toward a dark place. She can barely produce sounds for the man was holding tightly to her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He – he – lp!” she shouted but no one heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up bitch! No one can help you here!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please don’t kill me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I won’t like you; I am just going to get something precious to you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no! My virginity is in danger.&lt;/em&gt; Arajaya thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the dark corner, the man pushed her down. She can’t shout in the fear that the man might put an end to her life, or in a worse sense, put and end to her life and newly shaved pussy – cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You crazy little bitches. Always wanted to have sex with gorgeous men! How about people like me? I also deserved to fuck!” the man dramatically explained while initiating to strip off his clothes. “Now, I will punish you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, no! Please don’t kill me, or my shaved pussy – cat! Please!” Arajaya pleaded, “And don’t take my virginity – I mean, don’t rape me I’m no longer virgin! I am only giving myself to a man I like!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man then quickly removed his pants but left the underwear, and then he removed his shirt. But when Arajaya saw him without pants and shirt, her jaws dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was in Wonder woman suit. The brief wasn’t his brief after all, it’s a part of his Wonder woman costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am Wonder woman and I will steal all of your make-up!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-The End-&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4303332339423527343/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=4303332339423527343" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/4303332339423527343?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/4303332339423527343?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/10/tale-of-wonder-woman.html" title="A Tale of Wonder Woman" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcMQ3k6eCp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-2771966933487807043</id><published>2007-10-06T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:24:42.710+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:24:42.710+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>The Legend of ASWANG</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wansapanataym in the life of Arajaya, she was invited to attend a fiesta in a far flung frobinse. She was with her mean best friend – Sarah, Dyesi, Dyosh, and Yangbang. Actually, Yangbang was the one who invited them to their town’s fiesta that is why, the whole group agreed on the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One night at the middle of the celebration, Yangbang asked the group to just take a nap first instead of watching the GAY MUSCLE BUILDER CONTEST exhibition/stunt segment, after all, they will still hear if it is already the coronation part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;a href="http://www.gypsygirlshop.com/items/aswang_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.gypsygirlshop.com/items/aswang_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hen they arrived at Yangbang’s house, Sarah noticed that the “nuno sa punso” grew bigger than the last time she saw it. “Hey’ luks awar pren nuno sa punsoy. It is begger than last timing ay sew it!” Sarah told her other friend, “Watch four as ha!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, everybody had taken their places at the elevated bamboo floor, however, before they sleep, Arajaya warned them to cover their face or any [mouth, nose, and ears] holes they have on their head explaining that according to the old rumors, once the saliva of the aswang touched your face, the virus will crawl to any hole and will invade your brain – after that, you wouldn’t know that you are already one of them. There was silence – afterwards another complete silence because everybody was already sleeping. But little do they know that they are sleeping over the nuno sa punso. In the middle of the night, Arajaya began hearing weird noises like “Grrrr, hrrrrr, wooooooooo, arfgh, aw-aw-aw, huhu-hu” followed by “Gising, gising” and the like. So she opened her eyes and looked around the place only to find out that Sarah was snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she went to sleep again. But then again, after five minutes, she heard the eager sounds of “Gising, gising” again then followed by “Grrrr, arrrrr, warrrrrrrrr….haha-haha” and breathing sound. Arajaya removed her head cover and saw the mommy of Yangbang looking sharply to them with her hair standing up and saliva flowing down, as if very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah was disturbed by Arajaya’s shout, so she also opened her head cover and saw the scary mom. Then she said: “Oh nay, anong ginagawa nyo jan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ay wala sige matulog na kayo jan” said the mother, “sayang ulam na naging stone pa! SHET!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/2771966933487807043/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=2771966933487807043" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/2771966933487807043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/2771966933487807043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/10/legend-of-aswang.html" title="The Legend of ASWANG" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcDQ309fyp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-288121301538378755</id><published>2007-10-02T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:24:32.367+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:24:32.367+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>The Legend of Arajaya’s Underwear</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divabridal.com/ProductImages/2004products/white-crystaled-bride-panty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.divabridal.com/ProductImages/2004products/white-crystaled-bride-panty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We’ve read the suffering of Arajaya in Sarah’s hands, but now, she has alreidy received what she deserve. Almond, the brother of Sarah, has fallen in love with our dear princess, causing Sarah’s outburst. But since Almond is deeply in love with Arajaya, she can’t do anything wrong against her rival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah has been itching to do something wrong to Ara but she just can’t in the fear that Almond might beat her with his uber jigantic super punching hands when she do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arajaya was very happy for catching a big fish and a helping hand that will protect her from the sharp and oppressive hands of Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one rainy day of Wednesday, Sarah found a way on how to get rid of Arajaya. She sneaked-in to her room and search for her undergarments to find a bacon-ized undies of Arajaya. She quickly tore the middle-part of the garment [that will expose her crack when she wears it].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Sarah summoned the couple for a meeting and suggested that Arajaya tour Almond to her room. Our princess was trapped to Sarah’s decoy and has no choice but to tour him because he also insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they reached her room, Almond saw all her ripped-undies displayed at her bed. When he grabbed one bacon-ized ripped undie, he found a dead body of a rat inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the rat died because of the smell, and Almond was turned-off because of his girlfriend’s smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah once again succeeded Arajaya. She laughed and ridiculed Arajaya as she follows her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Arajaya, hue istingk! Teyk a bat naman! Huer so ewyyy!!!” said Sarah then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arajaya can’t help but to cry. She wiped her tears with her underwear but forgot the bad smell, so she also fainted just like the rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/288121301538378755/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=288121301538378755" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/288121301538378755?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/288121301538378755?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/10/legend-of-arajayas-underwear.html" title="The Legend of Arajaya’s Underwear" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCRXgzcSp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-1225726745672828171</id><published>2007-09-30T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:24:24.689+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:24:24.689+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>The Legend of Manga</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.puntamita.com/images/Punta%20Mita%20mango%20on%20a%20stick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="556" alt="" src="http://www.puntamita.com/images/Punta%20Mita%20mango%20on%20a%20stick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well here we go again. If you are an avid reader of my legend, you will surely notice that I only have one protagonist here...and she is none other than, other beri beautiful gurl ARAJAYA. She is beri byutiful that everybody envy her. She's almost perfect - no - close to being goddess. But just like any other people in this wide and complication, she also has her flaws. Though she's byutiful, her chin is so pointed - just like ADOR MAWANAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isn't she ADOR - able? Because of this, Sarah called her Mangga. Because the shape of her face resembles the Mango.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, in this new legend, let us followe her journey together with her rival, Sarah - the mean and bitcy rich gurl in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wansapanataym, in the land of Pilot Drive next to MRB compound, there live a beri byutiful girl named Arajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The monday morning after school, she was with her rival/friend-in-disguise, Sarah. They were walking down the street that time when Sarah saw a manga on stick vendor selling Manga lechoned on stick with [Alamang] Bagoong along side with Palamig and TUKNENENG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sarah treated everybody except for our poor baby - Arajaya. So she has to buy something for herself. Good thing, she has her savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there, they bought Manga and happily ate it as they traverse the road back to school. But, when they were already at the middle of the road, Sarah slapped our princess - Arajaya - on the face with the bagoong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Sarah, bakit mo ako sinampal ng BAgoong?" shouted Arajay with sharp looks toward Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sarah on the other hand did the same to her. Composed herself, crossed her arms, and said: "Eh diba MAngga ka!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-The end-&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1225726745672828171/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=1225726745672828171" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/1225726745672828171?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/1225726745672828171?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/09/legend-of-manga.html" title="The Legend of Manga" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcBSXs4eSp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-6697210754683769929</id><published>2007-09-25T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:24:18.531+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:24:18.531+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>The Origin of Inday</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I go on with the Inday discussion here, let me just tell you the life of our cat named ABCD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parang kailan lang, yakap-yakap ko pa sa ming-ming, but now, she's lying inside our washing machine taking good care of her newly born baby. Ming-ming is such a bia-yotch! She's such a flirt for giving birth that early. Hay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, let's go back to the real purpose of this post... INDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Bloody hell what the f@#$ did just land on my cutie top...?I mean i've spent all day just to make myself look fabulous.I think i have to remove this eeeewwwyyy thingin a whip wham of time...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-INDAY nagiinarte ng matalsikan ng mantika habang nagluluto ng TILAPIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been all bugged by the Inday, the Wondermaid fever over the net and even in mobile society. We followed her journey since the time she left her province to work in Manila as a maid until her boss asked her not to speak English with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is: Who is Inday and how was she able to speak that well in English that even I can’t beat the line to level her wit? Where does she came from and what kind of family does she belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My assumption is; Inday, our Wondermaid, is a long lost daughter of the Herap Hestrada who happens to know everything about their wealth. During his court hearing, Inday told him that she was his long lost daughter, however, since Inday is a product of a Hestrada and a Mayordoma, the plunderer denied her as his child and was exiled to a far flung province where a man, who has fall in love with her, supported her and admitted her in a private school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inday call this man as Daddy short legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when Inday reached college, she was the most outstanding student of their university that a lot of students hated her for being so “intelligenic”. One scorching Monday morning, a conspiracy was planned against Inday. Her jar was contaminated by one of her rivals with mercury. But unfortunately, the thirsty daddy short legs asked for a glass of water. Hence, instead of Inday doing “ngisay-ngisay” movements, it is her daddy who was poisoned with the mercuric water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the sudden death of his daddy-short-legs, she can no longer support herself to study at that university and was forced to work as a maid in Manila. Thereafter, she promised to herself that she will avenge the death of her daddy-short-legs by shouting in the middle of the rain: Hinnnndddiiiiii! Daddy-short-legs! Magbabayad sila sa ginawa nila! Matitikman nila ang lupit ng paghihiganti ng isang dukha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, she never spoke Tagalog.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/6697210754683769929/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=6697210754683769929" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/6697210754683769929?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/6697210754683769929?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/09/origin-of-inday.html" title="The Origin of Inday" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcBQHcyfip7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-1421747580270435083</id><published>2007-09-25T12:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:24:11.996+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:24:11.996+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>The Legend of the Chocolate Bar</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/RviO8KfezQI/AAAAAAAAACo/8A8xgs2pxrk/s1600-h/71255172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113994541138889986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/RviO8KfezQI/AAAAAAAAACo/8A8xgs2pxrk/s320/71255172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wansapanataym in a far away land of Welcome Rotonda, there live a beautiful gurl fond of Chocolate bars. Her name is Arajaya, a beautiful girl with a skin tone just like the color of the chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very fond of chocolates; she has a collection of different brands from different countree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sunny day, she decided to buy a dozen of chocolates bars (semi-sweet) at Chocolate Lovers. She was so delighted she almost ate half of what she bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was about to eat the seventh bar, she was surprise to see a dismembered finger fossilized within the chocolate bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/1421747580270435083/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=1421747580270435083" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/1421747580270435083?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/1421747580270435083?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/09/legend-of-chocolate-bar.html" title="The Legend of the Chocolate Bar" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/RviO8KfezQI/AAAAAAAAACo/8A8xgs2pxrk/s72-c/71255172.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcAQnwyfCp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-9202351999701634585</id><published>2007-09-25T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:24:03.294+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:24:03.294+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>The Legend of the Chocolate Bar</title><content type="html">Wansapanataym in a far away land of Welcome Rotonda, there live a beautiful gurl fond of Chocolate bars. Her name is Arajaya, a beautiful girl with a skin tone just like the color of the chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very fond of chocolates; she has a collection of different brands from different countree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sunny day, she decided to buy a dozen of chocolates bars (semi-sweet) at Chocolate Lovers. She was so delighted she almost ate half of what she bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was about to eat the seventh bar, she was surprise to see a dismembered finger fossilized within the chocolate bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/9202351999701634585/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=9202351999701634585" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/9202351999701634585?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/9202351999701634585?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/09/legend-of-chocolate-bar_24.html" title="The Legend of the Chocolate Bar" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcGQnc_fSp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-3105841488866151864</id><published>2007-09-24T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:23:43.945+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:23:43.945+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>The Legend of PUK code</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://chronicle.augusta.com/images/headlines/110697/CELL_PHONE_ILLUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="305" alt="" src="http://chronicle.augusta.com/images/headlines/110697/CELL_PHONE_ILLUS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wansapanataym in far far away land on Pilot Drive, there live a mean gurl named Sarah. She’s like a princess that every girl wanted to be her friend. She’s rich, bitch, and “…”. She doesn’t live the simple life because she wanted it to be HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she came up with a plan to set up our beautiful girl, Arajaya. Sarah strutted her stuffs along the corridor and bragged her belongings like make-up, accessories, and her new phone. Arajaya on the other hand doesn’t want to make it obvious that she’s very jealous she almost let her saliva flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Arajaya, ken you plis hold my beri byutipul selpown four me?” said Princess Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, it’ll be my pleasure your highness.” Arajaya cheerfully replied. But deep inside, she was very jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okey Arajaya, ay wil jas go to duh res rum. I wil be bak leyter!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity and jealousy, Arajaya make pakialam to Sarah’s phone as if she owns it. She made pindot-pindot here and there until Sarah came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ow Arajaya, ken I hub my selpown bak?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Arajaya innocently asked: “Sarah, anong ibig sabihin ng PUK?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3105841488866151864/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=3105841488866151864" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/3105841488866151864?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/3105841488866151864?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/09/legend-of-puk-code.html" title="The Legend of PUK code" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcGSHc8fyp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-4139520197949844025</id><published>2007-09-23T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:23:49.977+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:23:49.977+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>The Legend of Kangkong</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.longhoanggia.com/uploads/kangkong%20%28water%20convolvulus%29-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://www.longhoanggia.com/uploads/kangkong%20%28water%20convolvulus%29-s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wansapanataym beside the riverbank of &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Pasig&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, there live a gurl named Arajaya. She is petite, 4’ 9” in height, has short-hair leveling her shoulders, and has perfectly grown eyebrows, brown eyes and red lips. &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Arajaya loves strolling along the riverbank. She’s been doing this every afternoon, one hour after 12 ‘o clock. She loves the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Pasig&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; more than she can love her never mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;One day when she was walking toward the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Pasig&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, she saw a platoon of Kangkong plants floating near the riverbank. She was amazed to what she saw because Kangkong is her favorite veggie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The girl went through the water to pick some of her favorite food. &lt;i&gt;I might adobo this. Yum, yum my favorite! &lt;/i&gt;She told herself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;When Arajaya had enough of the Kangkong, she decided to go home to prepare the kitchen, but when she was about to emerge from the water, her peripheral view was distracted by an ewwwyyy thing floating in the middle of the Kangkong plants. She headed to that floating thing; she was stunned to see a dead body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Yup, the floating thing is a cadaver that nourished the Kangkong plants. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The End&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/4139520197949844025/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=4139520197949844025" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/4139520197949844025?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/4139520197949844025?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/09/legend-of-kangkong.html" title="The Legend of Kangkong" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcFQH84fyp7ImA9WxVaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7468692606417807489.post-3277839484165927090</id><published>2007-09-23T10:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:23:31.137+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T15:23:31.137+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Legend Den" /><title>The Legend of Ginger</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.khmerkromrecipes.com/photo_recipes/ginger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.khmerkromrecipes.com/photo_recipes/ginger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once upon a time in beautiful land of Alamanja, there live a beriberi beautiful girl named Arajaya. She is a beri beautiful girl with a long black hair, blue eyes with long lushes, pointed nose, and red wine lips. She is beri beautiful except that her feet are just like ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, Arajaya never goes out a lot in the fear that people will laugh at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, she decided to take a little walk. She covered her feet with super-thick socks and used a vase as an alternative for shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, people laughed at her, she almost cried but when she reached downtown, she found a store with nothing on it. Out of curiosity, she entered the store and strolled around – but found nothing. So she decided to go outside, but when she was about to do so, an old woman’s voice caught her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Psst!” the woman called her, “I know how to solve your problems!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How, how can you solve my problem?” Arajaya said, pleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Take this…” the old woman instructed, “that box contains the solution.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arajaya took the box although not sure about her intuition toward the woman. She shook it but heard nothing. But, there’s nothing inside of it. So she decided to ask the old woman but she disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arajaya freaked out and ran to her house. When she opened the box, she was stunned to what she saw. It was a big big big snake. The snake ate Arajaya and her ginger feet. Arajaya will never have to suffer from her feet. She will never be deserted again. Never, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/feeds/3277839484165927090/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7468692606417807489&amp;postID=3277839484165927090" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/3277839484165927090?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7468692606417807489/posts/default/3277839484165927090?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marcelomcrey.blogspot.com/2007/09/legend-of-ginger.html" title="The Legend of Ginger" /><author><name>McRey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10252611916871832406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2XvLm3jQd0A/SMoE6aWmHyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NIuitJutEmY/S220/mcreymarcelo@gmail.com_0d3bf7b7.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
