<?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-3827709</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:43:45.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>allenthoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>"your mind is like a parachute...   
it has to be open to become useful"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-110776646113725574</id><published>2005-02-07T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T00:54:21.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After a long hiatus from writing, I will return to regularly posting here in my blog. Its quite obvious from my first sentence that my writing has diminished immensely. My writing skills would surely improve as I continue adding post after post. But for now, please bear with my grade 3 style writing. I missed this.Updates on my life: (Chelle, I apologize for copying your format. Labyumuah!) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/110776646113725574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/110776646113725574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110776646113725574' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-106602175348616284</id><published>2003-10-12T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T22:09:13.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#Chatroom:Allen - Philippines: oi sige na. breakfast muna ako.R.V. - New Zealand: sige lunch na ako.Cholo - Canada: ok dinner muna ako.COOL!!!!! langot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/106602175348616284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/106602175348616284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106602175348616284' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-106326629817476601</id><published>2003-09-11T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T00:55:54.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lie down ComedianTuesday night, I found it difficult to sleep. Must be the 3-half mugs of coffee I downed. I channel-surfed and found "Who's Line is It Anyway?". Last episode I watched before that was the one with Robin Williams in it &lt;--- Funny as Hell.This nights episode = Laugh Trip Galore. Drew had this game where 2 commentator comedians would ask a comedian reporter(played by Collin) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/106326629817476601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/106326629817476601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106326629817476601' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-106299466055805107</id><published>2003-09-07T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T21:58:34.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find it VERY difficult to express my love to the ones I TRULY love.Why?Because sometimes, they feel otherwise. Glenn Jones - I Wonder Why</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/106299466055805107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/106299466055805107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106299466055805107' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-106113651824812611</id><published>2003-08-17T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T18:40:22.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> - Excerpt -A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived. Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/106113651824812611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/106113651824812611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106113651824812611' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-105833093087154582</id><published>2003-07-15T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T21:48:50.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Claire: Well, it's all a big fucking mystery. I mean, it sucks. It sucks to be pretty much in love with a guy who's too fucked up for life, ya know?Well it sucks to be in love with someone who's in love with a guy who's too fucked up for life!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/105833093087154582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/105833093087154582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105833093087154582' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-92624828</id><published>2003-04-14T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T20:12:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sibling Revelry13 april 2003i just had the most wonderful day (one of pala).i went out with reggie and others, tinreat ako ng best friend ko, si reg, sa ihaw-balot, somewhere in quezon avenue....la lang. gagabihin ako. i told mamu and papu. i told them not to worry coz ihahatid naman ako ni charlie.  charlie was in bulacan doing something productive so usapan namin i'll wait for him then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/92624828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/92624828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92624828' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-89453831</id><published>2003-02-20T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T12:57:58.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recent reads:The Crooked House - Agatha ChristieSeinLanguage - Jerry SeinfeldFor the longest time, I thought Agatha Christie wrote the Sherlock Holmes novels. Tapos I read that Agatha's mystery novels were the best after the Sherlock series. I watched Shanghai Knights nga pala kanina. Andun author ng Sherlock Holmes. ehehe. ang kulet ng movie na yon promise. Crush ko si Lynn.The Crooked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/89453831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/89453831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89453831' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-89084600</id><published>2003-02-14T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T02:44:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How's this for Valentine's?- I'm sick. Cough and colds and lots of mucus.- Pammy asked me the sweetest thing a girl has ever done for me and I can't think of any.- Candy's not home.- I don't have Prepaid credits.- I still don't have a job. Michelle asked me to wait for her call. It's been a week. How do you know when to apply for another job? Is it ok if I ask how my application is going?-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/89084600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/89084600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89084600' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-88480063</id><published>2003-02-03T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T08:15:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I started playing tennis again. But not with this tennis ball. ehehe. If my memory serves me right, my last game was 5 years ago. Not bad for a comeback. (our team won!!!) We (neighborhood barkada) played mixed doubles in a game Ikki(my teammate) dubbed as the Game of all Games. I was able to negotiate most of the rallies. I won several volley-to-volley exchanges (think atari). Basketball, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/88480063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/88480063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88480063' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-87932045</id><published>2003-01-23T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T18:21:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my last day at work and this is what I did...- "Self Portrait" by allen using Microsoft Excel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/87932045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/87932045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87932045' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-87460656</id><published>2003-01-14T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T21:44:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I start speaking to you. You may not hear me.You may not respond.You may not react.You may not advice.You may not care at all.But I still would. Time does not stop, So does my love.I have long been wondering.Does time move?Or do we move through time?In time you may read thisAnd know my thoughts, my feelings.I pray that when that moment comesWhen you find yourself Caring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/87460656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/87460656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87460656' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-87145640</id><published>2003-01-08T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T23:38:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Holiday Experience - Part 312/26/02Lena and Tom Watrous' Thanksgiving Party Fernwood Gardens is a party place enclosed in a 40-foot dome. The setting is splendid. Rainforest type gardens with lagoons, waterfalls, fountain, gazebo and exotic birds and fish. A live swan adorns the eye-catching fishpond. The place is simply perfect. Rain is not a problem because of the dome. Dressing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/87145640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/87145640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87145640' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-87034775</id><published>2003-01-06T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T17:32:29.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Holiday Experience - Part 212/19/02Castillo, Laman, Tan, Pantaleon and San Jose Law Offices Christmas Party- Bahia Restaurant, Hotel Intercontinental MakatiIt's imperative for new employees of our company to perform during the annual christmas party. This year, our group decided to prepare a dance number. Hot in Here/Ketchup Song. (ha ha. sige tawa pa kayo. bwiset) I found it hard to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/87034775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/87034775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87034775' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-86984390</id><published>2003-01-05T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T18:04:28.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like this....HOW TO STAY YOUNG  (George Carlin)1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctor worry about them. That is why you pay him/her.2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. " An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/86984390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/86984390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#86984390' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-86863085</id><published>2003-01-02T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T00:59:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Holiday Experience - Part 112/14/02PEx Outreach Club Activity - Christmas Program/Manila Zoo visit for Smokey Mountain kids.It took me 22 years and 7 months of my existence to have my first Zoo experience. I went with my village barkada. Breakfast muna kami sa Mcdo. Avi treated us.(too late to mention her 13th month pay.)The kids were already entering when we arrived. We bought our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/86863085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/86863085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86863085' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-86258465</id><published>2002-12-18T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T19:03:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deadlines, Deadlines, Deadlines.....wala na ako time mag-blog....---------------------------------------------? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?    PinoyExchange     The UAAP Games        (Moderated by: Kaboom!, tina11)(Users Browsing this Forum: hobbes20, LeCHe, subtle, gracito, bobby1, Ramz, BaRgUrL, plok)  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/86258465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/86258465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86258465' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-85524532</id><published>2002-12-04T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T22:38:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Last Supper?Miss ko na kumain sa Tita Gem's. Pares-style 24-hour eatery. Dito kami madalas mag-after-gimik food trip. Tsalap-tsalap. Madalas mga 2:00 am to 4:00 am kami dumadating here so kasabay namin mga GRO. hihihi.This morning, John Campos was shot dead while eating at Tita Gem's. Don't be surprised if it makes the frontpage tomorrow. I passed by Tita Gem's on my way to work and saw "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/85524532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/85524532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85524532' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-85150002</id><published>2002-11-26T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T23:26:48.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Plead Temporary InsanityI was with Candy and my parents. We had bleacher seats. I'm not sure what the show was. I remember the occasion. Our commmunity was celebrating its anniversary and there was a program. Everyone was having fun.All of a sudden, a man began shooting at the crowd. He didn't even aim. Chaos erupted. The people beside us began climbing down the bleachers. We followed.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/85150002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/85150002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85150002' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-84813466</id><published>2002-11-20T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T05:44:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been into sports since I was a kid. I played varsity basketball in high school. I was also class representative for Backstroke back then. I only stopped playing competitive bowling a year ago. I still play soccer during weekends. I have a decent billiard game. I know how to "spike-serve".(basta yun na yon) You know what I miss?TENNISI miss spraining my ankle whenever I perform a wrong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84813466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84813466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84813466' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-84802872</id><published>2002-11-19T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T05:51:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ambivalent1. I don't like how a friend treats me and my problems. 2. "I hd experncd d w0rst filng n my entire life" I got this message from a friend last night. She doesn't want to talk about it yet. She just wants our barkada to go out this weekend and have fun. I felt her suffering. Every message i got from her had a ":(" attached to it. I tried to cheer her up. I sent her this "what are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84802872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84802872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84802872' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-84688341</id><published>2002-11-17T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T19:23:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gullible's TravelsSaturday Morning. I called up my friend. I usually change my voice to tease her sister. But I usually get caught. This time, the following phone conversation ensued.RRIIIIING!!!!!!!! RRRIIIING!!!!!!!!sister: helow?allen: ah eh... helow? puwede makausap si egie?sister: sino to?allen: si Jep-Risister: ahh... teka lang(a minute passed)sister: helow?... tulog siya eh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84688341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84688341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84688341' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-84453602</id><published>2002-11-12T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T20:14:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She Wasn't ThereWhenever I come in late for work, I usually peek inside the Accounting office thru the cashier's window. I want to make sure my boss won't see me come in. This morning, I came in late. (yet again.) I took a peek inside and saw that my boss wasn't there. I saw Cynthia (my officemate) busy with her work. She was wearing a cream blouse and her hair was pony-tailed (is there such </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84453602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84453602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84453602' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-84396786</id><published>2002-11-11T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T19:16:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yehey! Leading Mavericks ko! Go Dirk! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84396786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84396786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84396786' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-84323126</id><published>2002-11-10T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T18:37:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look at my new Rubicube- gift ni Candy yan. - look how big it is!!!  - see Bantay run.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84323126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84323126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84323126' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-84145400</id><published>2002-11-06T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T17:16:15.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight I Can Write- Pablo NerudaTonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example, `The night is starryand the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.I kissed her again and again under the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84145400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84145400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84145400' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-84048187</id><published>2002-11-04T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T23:18:33.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quid Pro QuoThink of the last time you did your friend a favor. The last time you asked the cashier to keep the change. The last time you gave coins to a beggar. Did you get something in return?"No" you say. Think again. Deep inside you know your friend would do you a favor in return. Deep inside you know it would be convenient for you to give away your coins. Deep inside you knew you got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84048187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/84048187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84048187' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-83653206</id><published>2002-10-28T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T01:13:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interview with a JuvenileAllen: hello little boy. what's your name?Mharee: Mharee... I need to get something from my mom...A: no wait... I have some questions for you.M: Uh... ok. A: How old are you?M: four. I have a friend. His name is Charlie.A: err... you want something to eat?M: No.A: ok then... so... why does it rain?M: The train enters a tunnel and you need to wear a jacket.A: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/83653206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/83653206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83653206' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-83499293</id><published>2002-10-24T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T22:37:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>John Doe's SecretLets suppose John Doe calls up his friend Marcus and tells him a secret. The next minute, John Doe calls up Gheia and tells her the same secret. Next, he calls up everyone he knows for the next 11,250 years (assuming he spends one minute for each call) the current population is 6,285,076,399 according to http://www.ibiblio.org/lunarbin/worldpop. He tells everyone the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/83499293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/83499293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83499293' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-83016923</id><published>2002-10-15T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T08:17:54.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does your name begin with: A? You are not particularly romantic, but you are interested in action. You mean business. With you, what you see is what you get. You have no patience for flirting and can't be bothered with someone who is trying to be coy, cute, demure, and subtly enticing. You are an up-front person. You often don't get hints &amp; you never pass any. Brains turn you on. You must feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/83016923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/83016923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83016923' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-82823672</id><published>2002-10-10T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T18:05:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grenouille and RenardOnce upon a time, Grenouille went to a party. It was fun. All his friends were there. Lots of food. Lots of beer. After a while, one of his friends started giving him cup after cup of beer. Nonstop. Grenouille did not refuse. Tipsiness was inevitable. Grenouille went to the veranda. There, he met Renard. He thought “What kind of a woman’s name is Renard?”. Grenouille and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/82823672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/82823672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82823672' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-82619708</id><published>2002-10-06T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T18:05:48.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Prodigal WalletThis morning, I went about my usual morning routine. Breakfast. A little TV. Got dressed. And then the dilemma. I lost my wallet!!! First thing I did was retrace my steps the weekend before. Where I've been. What I wore. I remember wearing loose jeans Saturday night. I went to the birthday party of a friend. Had 14 plastic cups of beer. (those beer kegs are cool.) Had Boy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/82619708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/82619708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82619708' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-82400928</id><published>2002-10-01T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T01:38:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>posted in the June 26, 2002 online edition of Youngblood:Attempted suicideBy AllenIT WAS 7:00 in the evening. I was accompanying my girlfriend as she did her shopping and groceries. She was to have an outing the next day. We've been together the past six years. We’ve survived a lot of break-ups. And now, the truth is staring me right in the face. I saw her typing "I Love You" to a guy who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/82400928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/82400928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82400928' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3827709.post-82398949</id><published>2002-10-01T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T20:39:48.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>greetings!!! this is my first post in my very own blog... kewl.. ehehe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/82398949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3827709/posts/default/82398949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allentot.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82398949' title=''/><author><name>allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774434749998607159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
