<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:01:30.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the bum from an indifferent universe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-6389202024966572572</id><published>2007-08-09T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:38:34.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>under the weather</title><summary type='text'>i woke up feeling so low. i just feel something's missing.or someone perhaps.i just dont feel good about the set-up.i know something's wrong, well, it's been like that for quite some time now. not that i wont accept it, in fact i do, but i just let things be, being a complete coward. i cant even have the guts to tell him how i really feel (partly because of pride, and i may say something that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/6389202024966572572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=6389202024966572572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/6389202024966572572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/6389202024966572572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2007/08/under-weather.html' title='under the weather'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-8878422022752422364</id><published>2007-08-09T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:31:58.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1) Starting time: 2:01 PM (EST), aug 10,20072) Your Name:  Maria.Gracia M Panganiban3) What are your nicknames: grace, gracie4) School: St. Paul College Pque; UPLB5) E-mail: grace_ganda@yahoo.com6) Eyes: dark brown7) Hair: black8) Pets: dog sana pero wala9) Siblings: a brother~~**HAVE YOU EVER**~10) Been so drunk you blacked out: lasing lagi pro i still know what im doing11) Taken any illegal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/8878422022752422364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=8878422022752422364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/8878422022752422364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/8878422022752422364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2007/08/1-starting-time-201-pm-est-aug-102007-2.html' title=''/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-116470806544323334</id><published>2006-11-28T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T02:01:05.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss match</title><summary type='text'>Amidst couples hurrying to walk down the aisle, I sat here in front of my monitor pondering why they do. Don’t get me wrong, I have dreams of having my own family, raising kids (preferably with a husband), cooking their meals, preparing their things (yes, odd as it may seem, I see myself staying at home and being a full time domestic helper) etc. maybe everything boils down to me being raised by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/116470806544323334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=116470806544323334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/116470806544323334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/116470806544323334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2006/11/miss-match.html' title='miss match'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-116348287154165744</id><published>2006-11-13T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:41:11.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things you dont know about me (or dont wanna know but will once you read on)</title><summary type='text'> * i was born at 2:02 am on sept 12, 1975. don't ask me why. i dont know. wont bother to ask mama, she wont know either. * as a kid, i play with myself most of the time (i dont need opinions from dirty minds), because i was the only child till i reached 14. i've had my share of playmates (itine, tonette, ferry and chanty though) but then i transferred to manila. * i hate cats...if i have an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/116348287154165744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=116348287154165744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/116348287154165744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/116348287154165744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-you-dont-know-about-me-or-dont.html' title='things you dont know about me (or dont wanna know but will once you read on)'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-113630865575093574</id><published>2006-01-03T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:17:35.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sige na</title><summary type='text'>wag mo na akong daanin sa matalinghagang usapin ukol sa bagay bagayna di mo kayang amininilang bote na ba ang ating tinumbainaamag, naiinip nanung minsan tayoy nagkitadi ka makatingin sa aking matapalusot dito, palusot doonbakit ba palaging ganoondi mo ba pwedeng sabihin ng diretsoang nilalaman ng puso mo?sige na mahal ko, bolahin mo pakohanggang magsawa ang pusopara di na muling umasang may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/113630865575093574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=113630865575093574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/113630865575093574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/113630865575093574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2006/01/sige-na.html' title='sige na'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-113371423663397309</id><published>2005-12-04T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T08:37:16.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jologz.....</title><summary type='text'>ive had this account for some time now but i havent been able to give regard to my very close friends.those that have been there with  and for me since day 1 of NHO and week 1 on the floor.here goes...DES-this is my "lamon" buddy.we're batch 16's version of paris and nicole.we would always pig out at either friday's or chili's pretending we have lotsa moolah.we would wander at glorieta like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/113371423663397309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=113371423663397309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/113371423663397309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/113371423663397309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2005/12/jologz.html' title='jologz.....'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-113312684633306662</id><published>2005-11-24T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T13:27:26.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you say...</title><summary type='text'>you say yes, i say no. i say fast, you say slow.lagi na lang ganun. away-bati, patay-sinde. daig pa natin ang xmas lights.sayang noh.stubborn ako, tigas ulo mo.kahit ilublob tayo sa drum ng 2 minuto wala ding mangyayari, malulunod lang tayo pero we wont change our lifelong principles.ganyan ka na, ganito na din ako.kahit ano sabihin ko, di ka na magbabago.sayo yan nanggaling e.so sabi mo i might </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/113312684633306662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=113312684633306662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/113312684633306662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/113312684633306662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-say.html' title='you say...'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-113094388004966300</id><published>2005-10-21T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T07:20:18.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the chefar that never was</title><summary type='text'>it was an ordinary day. one of those boring after-shift afternoons that i often waste watching channel 7 (since that’s the only station i can watch from my "brand-new/top of the line" tv). everything seems to lead to a droning evening when i got a text from "tristan". he is a frequent visitor so i have forgotten the purpose of his visit this time. his reasons vary from having allergies, borrowing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/113094388004966300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=113094388004966300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/113094388004966300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/113094388004966300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2005/10/chefar-that-never-was.html' title='the chefar that never was'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-112286965687005338</id><published>2005-07-31T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T08:40:43.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>para sa'yo</title><summary type='text'>(disclaimer: the characters in this entry are all fictional.this entry is just made to release any pent-up emotions the author has.....)sabi nila di ka pwedeng mabuhay ng masaya kung ni minsan ay di ka nagmahal o nakaramdam ng pagmamahal mula sa ibang tao.siguro totoo nga kasi ako laging masaya.maniwala kat hinde, maraming nagmamahal sa akin.nandyan ang nanay ko, na sa kabila ng pagnana-NAG araw </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/112286965687005338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=112286965687005338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/112286965687005338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/112286965687005338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2005/07/para-sayo.html' title='para sa&apos;yo'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-112222057852389139</id><published>2005-07-24T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:28:37.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the road to spinsterdom...</title><summary type='text'>Im 29 years, 10 months and 12 days old today. In this age of unplanned pregnancy, failed marriages, philandering husbands and unfaithful wives, yours truly has been oblivious to my so-called love life, until today. It’s not as if I have one though. The news came as a shock. I woke up at 3 am in the morning and saw my phone lighting up. That means I have a text. 2 text messages rather. One from a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/112222057852389139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=112222057852389139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/112222057852389139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/112222057852389139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-road-to-spinsterdom.html' title='on the road to spinsterdom...'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-111671402413145335</id><published>2005-05-21T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T15:20:24.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>minsan....</title><summary type='text'>minsan, sa kainitan ng araw, nakita kitang naglalakad sakahabaan ng avenida.napatingin ka sa kin, di ko alam kung sadyaba yun o wala lang. cute ka, matangkad, maputi at may dimples samagkabilang pisngi. mukhang mainit na ang ulo mo nun e perofreshness ka pa din kahit pawisang pawisan ka na sakakalakad.oops, may i look ka na naman, type mo ba ako? muralang naman ang presyo ko e, why not?hehehe.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/111671402413145335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=111671402413145335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/111671402413145335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/111671402413145335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2005/05/minsan.html' title='minsan....'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-111628017044436070</id><published>2005-05-16T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T14:49:30.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love letter to my rapist</title><summary type='text'>psst... ako to.alam ko di mo nako matandaan, pero ako yung nakatira sa may tondo, sa may gagalangin.siguro nga limot mo na ko, pero ako, hinde ka pa nawawala sa isip ko. di ko makalimutan yung gabing yun. galing ako sa gym at nagpipig out sa kusina ng bigla kang pumasok. sa gulat ko nabulunan ako sa siopao na kinakain ko at halos mahulog ang tuwalya kong suot. pero di ka man lang na turn off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/111628017044436070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=111628017044436070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/111628017044436070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/111628017044436070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-letter-to-my-rapist.html' title='love letter to my rapist'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-111285033515335447</id><published>2005-04-06T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T22:05:35.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im hitting the beach!</title><summary type='text'>im so excited!we're goin to galera next week. i hope everything will turn out well.sana makahanap ako ng kahaliferferan dun. pro knowing myself malamang mabubburo lang ako dun at mangigitim hehehe. pero un tlga ang goal ko, tuturuan ako ng willing friends hehehe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/111285033515335447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=111285033515335447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/111285033515335447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/111285033515335447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-hitting-beach.html' title='im hitting the beach!'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2005/03/with-fellow-hottie-tinik-fayatolah.html' title=''/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-111078837421540069</id><published>2005-03-14T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:19:34.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>taken at a bar in pagsanjan, waiting for a pedophile hehehe (as if matypan ako)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/111078837421540069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>TAXI...L</title><summary type='text'>Why shouldn't you stay with someone who cheats on you? If it happens once, it will happen again. Why? If you stay with man or woman who has cheated on you, you've essentially taught them that they can sleep with somebody else and you'll take them back. Wow, that's pretty great news for them!The first time someone cheats on you, he has the most to lose because he doesn't know what your reaction </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/111007194537730263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=111007194537730263&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/111007194537730263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/111007194537730263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2005/03/taxil.html' title='TAXI...L'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-110903335631487134</id><published>2005-02-21T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T15:41:09.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the "mot-mot" chronicles</title><summary type='text'>down time na naman, for a monday shift, this is so unlikely.a miracle indeed.however, i have been receiving calls from VISA cardholders which makes my shift dull as compared to many nights exchanging sarcasm with customers.so in between asking probing questions and cancelling accounts, my mind runs off to mars, reminiscing of red hot nights i spent with significant others.incident #1: this was my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/110903335631487134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-110843615170553079</id><published>2005-02-14T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T12:50:04.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je ne parle pas Francais (Part deux)</title><summary type='text'>where was i?oh brownie (the object of my hormonal affection,back in college).dont be confused with the code name, he's fair, with almond eyes, thick eyelashes,cute lips etc...oh well, thats how i see him then (patay tayo dyan!), but he really is cute by anyone's standard.he's also very affectionate,smart,funny,athletic and thoughtful.he would write long letters to me each day even if we're just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/110843615170553079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=110843615170553079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/110843615170553079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/110843615170553079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2005/02/je-ne-parle-pas-francais-part-deux.html' title='Je ne parle pas Francais (Part deux)'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-110831487266609589</id><published>2005-02-14T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T09:14:32.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je ne parle pas Francais</title><summary type='text'>disclaimer: my keyboard is acting strange lately, i wonder why...utterly ridiculous...the title is in no way connected to what i have in mind, it only means "i can't speak French". that is why as uv observed, im writing in my native tongue (ahhhermmm...) myself being from the west coast wehehehe.well,its valentines day and it sucks!only demented(excuse my french)people who think they're in love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/110831487266609589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=110831487266609589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/110831487266609589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/110831487266609589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2005/02/je-ne-parle-pas-francais.html' title='Je ne parle pas Francais'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-110800387671264012</id><published>2005-02-02T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T18:59:41.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets welcome the beauty of....</title><summary type='text'>uwaaaaaaaaaah...that was my first word,i pressume.kasi kung di ako umiyak malamang wala ako ngayon o kaya binugbog nako ng hospital staff to elicit a response from me, kasi nga dapat umiiyak ang baby( opo naging baby ako) pagkapanganak (ng nanay, di ng baby).nways, after that wala na ko naalala.i think my earliest memories would include my 4th bday.sa awa ng diyos, walang bisita kundi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/110800387671264012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=110800387671264012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/110800387671264012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/110800387671264012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2005/02/lets-welcome-beauty-of.html' title='Lets welcome the beauty of....'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10520069.post-110715140085126313</id><published>2005-01-30T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T22:03:20.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom will kill me before i kill myself</title><summary type='text'>haaaay another boring day!im at home waiting for money to land on my lap. as if its possible...or maybe a rapist to come along just to add color to my day...sounds pathetic though.i havent eaten lunch yet and i think...aaaah i cant think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/feeds/110715140085126313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10520069&amp;postID=110715140085126313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/110715140085126313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10520069/posts/default/110715140085126313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwazygwacie.blogspot.com/2005/01/boredom-will-kill-me-before-i-kill.html' title='boredom will kill me before i kill myself'/><author><name>gWaCie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208163966246607796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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