<?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-2020718779904407978</id><updated>2012-01-28T00:38:31.178-08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Friday The 13TH'/><category term='Philippines goddess'/><category term='Wedding Superstitious'/><category term='Superstitious Death'/><category term='The Killer Dress'/><category term='Horoscope'/><category term='Mythical creatures'/><category term='dead spot'/><category term='Other superstitions'/><category term='Medicine Man'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='it is just me'/><category term='Pamahiin'/><category term='rotten stuff'/><category term='horror story'/><title type='text'>Thata</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-3431089882936078805</id><published>2008-12-01T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:07:36.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killer Dress'/><title type='text'>Part 3: A Resolution</title><content type='html'>I hurriedly went home to take the dress off. The moment I took the dress off, everything became clearer and suddenly normal. I didn't feel strange anymore. I went out again because I wanted to throw the dress away.&lt;br /&gt;           My friend suggested that I burn the dress than to throw it somewhere. So we burned it. And for the first time that evening I felt peace.&lt;br /&gt;           When I got home, I found my mom in the kitchen. Her swollen red eyes stared blankly. I went to greet her. I told her what happened. And she only sat there, speechless, as if nothing happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-3431089882936078805?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/3431089882936078805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=3431089882936078805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/3431089882936078805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/3431089882936078805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-3-resolution.html' title='Part 3: A Resolution'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-7376108461150457944</id><published>2008-12-01T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:58:32.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killer Dress'/><title type='text'>Part 2: The Haunting</title><content type='html'>One of my friends decided to drive me home. I was already acting weird at the bar we went into. I was sitting on the passenger's seat. My friend bent over to pick something up the car floor when suddenly I saw a shadow standing outside the car. I felt something weird. I had this feeling that there is someone or something with us. It was so strange.&lt;br /&gt;               While driving I told my friend that I saw a shadow outside his car. He told me that he also saw it. I got so scared. I realized that maybe it's the black dress that's causing all those strange things. There was something mysterious about the dress. It was using my body to express something. The spirit of it followed me wherever I go. Maybe, it was inside me. I had this feeling that the spirit was crying out loud for help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-7376108461150457944?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/7376108461150457944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=7376108461150457944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/7376108461150457944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/7376108461150457944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-2-haunting.html' title='Part 2: The Haunting'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-4218018371734783073</id><published>2008-12-01T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:42:12.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killer Dress'/><title type='text'>Part 1: A Strange Night</title><content type='html'>When my birthday party came, I was excited to show everyone the dress. I drove to the dinner party at my grandmother's house. But I was already feeling very strange. When I arrived, everyone stared in horror.&lt;br /&gt;        "Why black?!" they all gasped.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone kept asking why my eyes were red and swollen. I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror but I saw nothing wrong, although I felt wrong. I thought I was just excited that's why I was feeling odd.&lt;br /&gt;         After dinner, my friends ask me to go bar hopping with them. I agreed, but something deep inside me wanted to stay and sulk and not talk to anyone. I felt my eyes were already stingy with tears but somehow I just can't cry.&lt;br /&gt;         That' the point where I realized that I'm not myself anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-4218018371734783073?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/4218018371734783073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=4218018371734783073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/4218018371734783073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/4218018371734783073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-1-strange-night.html' title='Part 1: A Strange Night'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-7483717329863108958</id><published>2008-12-01T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:01:06.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killer Dress'/><title type='text'>the killer dress (prologue)</title><content type='html'>After our class, my friends and I decided to go out and play billiards. When we arrived at the place, we notice an ukay-ukay beside it. We all decide to go inside the ukay-ukay first to check our clothes. Inside, I chanced upon this black dress. It was so simple and yet elegant. I hurriedly tried on it. I thought to myself that it was probably my lucky day, because the dress fitted me perfectly and bought it for only half its original price. I planned on wearing it on my 18th birthday party. When I got home, I showed my mom the dress and she was very fascinated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-7483717329863108958?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/7483717329863108958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=7483717329863108958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/7483717329863108958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/7483717329863108958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2008/12/killer-dress-prologue.html' title='the killer dress (prologue)'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-8732755527316457885</id><published>2008-11-28T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:28:27.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead spot'/><title type='text'>dead spot (chapter 1)</title><content type='html'>Naranasan n'yo na bang magkaroon ng kakaibang pakiramdam? 'Yong parang nakakatakot? Pagkatapos ay bigla ka na lamang mangingilabot nang hindi mo alam kung bakit? Ang sabi ng iba, may tumatapak daw sa paglilibingan mo. Alam ko ang pakiramdam na iyon. Noong araw na iyon... doon ako nagsimulang makaramdam ng gano'n..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PARE, next month, beinte-kuwatro ka na."&lt;br /&gt;         Natigilan si Josh dela Cruz mula sa akmang pagdial niya sa telepono nang marinig ang sinabing iyon ni Ghian na nasa tabi niya. Kaagad na tinanggal niya ang headset sa kanyang mga tainga at isinukbit iyon sa kanyang leeg .&lt;br /&gt;        Iniikot niya ang swivel na kinauupuan niya paharap dito at pinukol ito ng matalim na sulyap. Matagal nang matalik na kaibigan niya ito, simula pa noong nasa high school sila. Nang makagraduatesiya sa kolehiyo ay pinalad siyang matanggap kaagad bilang team leader sa grupo ng customer care representatives sa isang call center sa Ortigas.&lt;br /&gt;       Matagal ding namahinga si Ghian sa bahay nito dahil tinatamad itong maghanap ng trabaho. Pinakiusapan siya ng mama nito na ipasok ito sa pinagtatrabahuhan niya. Kinuha niya ito bilang assistant sa team niya, ngunit pakiramdam niya ay kumuha lamang siya ng martilyo na ipupukpok niya sa kanyang ulo.&lt;br /&gt;      "Beinte-kuwatro ka na," ulit nito na para bang hindi niya alam iyon at kailangan pa nitong ipaalala sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;       Pero alam niya ang gustong tumbukin nito. Hindi nito gustong ipaalala lamang na malapit na ang birthday niya at obligado siyang magpainom sa kanilang tatlong magkakabarkada. At bago pa niya ito maawat sa sasabihin nito ay huli na.&lt;br /&gt;       "Virgin ka pa rin!"&lt;br /&gt;        Naipit sa kanyang lalamunan ang sasabihin sana niya kaya napanganga na lamang siya. Kapagkuwa'y mabilis na nilingon  niya ang paligi, takot na mapahiya kung mayroon mang nakarinig sa sinabi ni Ghian.&lt;br /&gt;        Ngunit nang mga sandaling iyon ay silang dalawa lamang ang walang headset na nakasalpak sa mga tainga; abala ang lahat na may mga kausap sa linya.&lt;br /&gt;        "Gago ka talaga," asik niya rito. HIndi na lihim sa kanilang magkakabarkada na wala pa siyang karanasan sa sex. At noon pa man ay tila "big event" na sa mga ito ang araw na marating niya ang sinasabi ng mga itong langit dito sa lupa.&lt;br /&gt;        Maraming beses na siyang nagpaliwanag  sa mga ito na gagawin lamang niya iyon sa babaeng mapapangasawa niya. Naniniwala siya sa kasagraduhan ng kasal at ng pagniniig ng mag-asawa. Iyon ang prinsipyo niya sa bagay na iyon, bukod pa na sa buong buhay niya ay lumaki siya sa mga turo sa Bibliya.&lt;br /&gt;       Pareho silang hindi Katoliko ni Ghian ngunit magkaiba sila ng relihiyon. Relihiyoso rin ito at hindi lumiliban sa mga prayer meetings.&lt;br /&gt;       Ngunit first year college pa lamang sila noong unang magkaroon si Ghian ng karanasan sa sex. Makulay ang sex life nito. Kaya niyang ituro kung sino s amga babae sa opisina ang nakuha na nito.&lt;br /&gt;     Napailing na lamang siya. "Pare, ngayon mo lang ba ako nakilala? You know it's a choice I made."&lt;br /&gt;"Noong college mo pa sinasabi iyan, eh. Tumatanda ka na. Kailangan na nating gawan ng paraan iyan." Sa pagkakataong iyon ay mahina na ang boses not. "Kailangan mo nang 'mabinyagan'. "&lt;br /&gt;   "Tumigil ka nga." Ibinalik na lamang niya ang headset sa kanyang mga tainga at piniling huwag na lamang pansinin ito.&lt;br /&gt;      "Napagplanuhan namin ni Ron na 'pabibinyagan' ka na namin," pahayag nito sa tonong desidido. "Kailangang bago ang birthday mo ay magamit mo na iyan.' Baka pumalya na 'iyan' dahil walang practice," pabulong na dugtong nito at sinulyapan ang harapan niya.&lt;br /&gt;      Napakunot-noo siya sa sinabi nito. "At nagplano na kayo ng gunggong na iyon ?" tanong niya na ang tinutukoy ay si Ron Gomez na isa ring matalik na kaibigan nila simula pa noong high school. Manager ito sa isang apparel shop. Sa kanilang magkakabarkada ay ito ang kauna-unahang nagkaroon ng karanasan sa sex.&lt;br /&gt;       "Forget it . Matagal na ninyo akong dinedemonyo. Kung kailan ako tumanda, ngayon pa ba ako magpapadala sa inyong dalawa ni Ron?" Ibinalik na lamang niya ang pansin sa trabaho.&lt;br /&gt;        "Pare, gusto mo bang mamatay na virgin?"&lt;br /&gt;         Biglang bumalik ang tingin niya rito."Ano?"&lt;br /&gt;         "Nakalimutan ko nga palang sabihin. Patay na pala si Michael Nunez. Itinawag lang sa akin ni Ron kaninang umaga sa bahay at ipaalam ko raw sa iyo."&lt;br /&gt;         Patay na si Michael?&lt;br /&gt;         Naibuka niya ang bibig upang magsalita pero napigilan siya nang tumunog ang telepono sa harap niya. Mabilis na binawi niya ang atensiyon niya kay Ghian at sinagot ang tumatawag. "Good afternoon, this is Josh speaking. How can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;       Bagaman may kausap na siya sa telepono ay kusang nag-flash sa alaala niya ang mukha ni Michael Nunez. Kaklase nila ito noong second year college. Si Michael ang madalas nilang kopyahan sa exams at tagagawa rin ng kanilang mga school projects.&lt;br /&gt;       Sinikap niyang ituon ang kanyang atensiyon sa kausap niya sa telepono ngunit hindi niya mapigilang panayuan ng mga balahibo sa braso sa pagkakaalam na patay na si Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Look, pards. Sino'ng mag-aakalang basta nalang mamamatay si Michael? Natulog lang ay hindi na nagising ,"pahayag ni Ghian nang makapuwesto sila sa backseat ng taxi. Pauwi na sila mula sa trabaho." Ang sinasabi ko lang, hindi natin hawak ang buhay natin. Maaaring kahit anong oras ay mamaalam din tayo sa mundo. At ikaw, Josh, gusto mo bang mamatay na virgin?" anito, sabay baling sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;       Pinukol niya ito ng matalim na tingin. "Ang buong akala ko'y nalulungkot ka sa pagkamatay ni Michael. Iyon pala'y tungkol pa rin sa akin ang usapang ito."&lt;br /&gt;      "Nalulungkot, oo," pagdiriin nito. "Pero kunin mo ang punto ko rito sa sinasabi ko. Ang punto ko ay ang realidad na buhay, na sadyang maikli lamang ang buhay ng tao. Alam kong mabuting tao ka, pare. Pero kapag nasa langit ka na, wala nang sex doon."&lt;br /&gt;      Seryosong tiningnan niya ito. "Sige na. Sabihin mo na sa akin na nagpustahan na naman kayo sa akin ni Ron, ano? Magkano ang pusta ninyo ngayon kung sino sa inyong dalawa ang makakapag-papayag sa akin sa kagaguhan ninyo?"&lt;br /&gt;     "Hindi, ah." Lalo pang naningkit ang singkit nang mga mata ni Ghian sa pagtanggi nito. "Nakakasakit ka naman ng damdamin, pare. Bakit naman namin pagpupustahan ang matalik na kaibigan namin?"&lt;br /&gt;"Laul!" Hindi niya napiglan ang mapamura.&lt;br /&gt;"Parang noong third year college tayoi ay hindi n'yo ako ibinuyo ni Ron kay Shiela. Nagpustahan kayo noon na kapag naka-sex ko 'yong girl ay isa sa inyo ang may kaha nag Malboro."&lt;br /&gt;  Umingos ito. "Isinusumbat mo na naman ang nakaraan, pare. We were young then. We made mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;  Bigla ay wala siyang naisagot. Natahimik na lamang siya. Kahit kailan talaga ay wala siyang  maaaring ikatwiran dito.&lt;br /&gt;   "Pero sayang iyong si Shiela," mayamaya ay sabi nito at tumuwid ng pagkakaupo. "Gustung-gusto ko ang babaeng iyon. Ang kaso, ikaw naman ang kursunada."&lt;br /&gt;    Gumuhit ang ngiti sa mga labi niya nang biglang sumagi sa isip niya si Siela. Ang huling balita niya rito ay s aLondon na ito nakatira. Matangkad ito, maputi, makinis ang balat, at palaging makintab ang mapupulang labi. Head-turner ito sa tuwing daraan ito sa hallway ng campus na para bang naglalakad sa catwalk. Ang mahaba at makintab na itim na buhok nito ay tila palaging sumusunod sa hangin.&lt;br /&gt;    Ang kaso ay sikat din ito sa mga kalalakihan sa campus dahil halos karamihan sa mga iyon ay nakasex na ni Shiela. At hindi ganoon ang babaeng tipo niya.&lt;br /&gt;   Napailing siya. Hindi alam kung bakit ay nagtagal sa isip niya ang mukha ni Shiela. Muling nagbalik sa alaala niya ang hapon na pagkagaling nilang magkakabarkada sa eskuwelahan-noong i-step up siya nina Ron at Ghian nang imbitahan nila si Shiela sa bahay ng huli. Sadyang ikinulong silang dalawani Shiela sa isang silid.&lt;br /&gt;    Hindi na niya gaanong natatandaan ang mga pangyayari pero ang sumunod na natatandaan niya ay nakatayo sa harap niya si Shiela na naka-bra at panty lamang. Lantad na lantad sa kanya ang kaputian at kaseksihan nito.&lt;br /&gt;     Napahugot siya ng malalim na hininga nang bigla siyang makaramdam na tila nag-iinit ang likod ng mga tainga niya.&lt;br /&gt;    "Saka para nakaka-relate ka naman sa usapan namin ni Ron sa tuwing magkakasama tayo," patuloy na pahayag ni Ghian.&lt;br /&gt;     Ibinaling niya ang atensiyon niya rito upang itaboy ang mapanuksing imahe ni Shiela na naglalaro sa kanyang isip.&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi 'yong nakatunganga ka lang sa amin kapag sexcapades na namin ang usapan. 'Tapos magtatanong ka kung ano'ng pakiramdam. It's about time na alamin mo na. You're already an adult. At OA na sa edad mo ang pagiging inosente mo." Napansin niyang sinipat siya ng tingin ng driver sa rear view mirror. Kitang-kita niya ang pagngisi nito.&lt;br /&gt;     Siniko niya nang bahagya si Ghian. "Pare, hinaan mo 'yang boses mo."&lt;br /&gt;     "Ang gusto ko lang namang sabihin, pare, ay wala kang sex life. At kailangan mo 'yon,"  tugon nito na parang bale-wala lang ang sinabi niya. " Hindi ba kayo nabo-bore ni Jenny? Ikinuwentu mo sa akin na minsan ay nag-iinit ka kapag nagne-necking kayo. Bakit hindi n'yo i-releaseang init na iyon?  Ang sakit niyan sa puson, pare."&lt;br /&gt; Si Jenny ang nobya niya sa loob ng animm na buwan. Katulad niya ay handa rin itong maghintay sa panahon na ikasal sila.&lt;br /&gt;    "As far as I am concerned, kontento na kami ni Jenny sa ginagawa namin. Saka nakapagre-release naman ako-well, occasionally," nahihiyang pag-amin niya. At sa tingin ko'y ganoon lang din ang feeling n'on sa sex."&lt;br /&gt;     Mapang-uyam ang tawang pinakawalan ni Ghian. "Shit! Sariling sikap ka pa rin. Masyado kayong nagpapakabanal ng girlfriend mo na kahit hand job ay bawal pa rrin sa inyo. Kahit petting ay hindi puwede. Baka ma-overqualified kayo niyan sa langit at tumagos kayo sa black hole."&lt;br /&gt;      Sinikap niyang huwag patulan ang panunuyang iyon ng kaibigan. Maraming beses na rin naman niyang napagtagumpayan ang  mga gayung uri ng pandedemonyo ng mga kaibigan niya. Napakamot na lamang siya ng batok nang mapansin niyang nasa Araneta na sila at kanina pa hindi umuusad ang taxi na sinasakyan nila dahil sa traffic.&lt;br /&gt;      Pabuntong-hiningang isinandal niya ang ulo sa bintanang salamin. Nang maglikot ang tingin niya sa labas ay isang bagay ang nakatawag ng pansin niya sa sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;    Bigla siyang umayos ng upo at pinakatitigan sa labas ng bintana ang isang babaeng nakatayo sa gitna ng maraming taong naglalakad. Nakatingin ang babae sa direksiyon niya na wari ay kanina pa siya nito pinagmasdan mula sa kinatatayuan nito.&lt;br /&gt;     Sa tantiya niya ay nasa disiotsoanyos pataasang babae. Kapuna-puna rin ang mahaba at puting bestidang suot nito.&lt;br /&gt;    Napasinghap siya nang magtagal pa ang tingin niya rito at mapansing duguan ang kalahati ng mukhanito habang ang mga mata ay nananatiling nakatuon sa direksiyon niya!&lt;br /&gt;     "Pinag-iisipan mo rin iyong sinabi ko,'no?"&lt;br /&gt;      Napakurap siya at mabilis na nilingon ang ngasalitang si Ghian. "H-hindi. May nakita lang ako..." Napahinto siya sa pagsasalitaat muling binalikan ng tingin ang babae. Wala na ito sa kinatatayuan nito. Mabilis na iginala niya ang tingin sa paligid ngunit talagang wala na ito." Weird."&lt;br /&gt;      "What's weird?" biglang tanong ni Ghian nang maulinigan ang ibinulong niya.&lt;br /&gt;      "W-wala, wala, " naguguluhang tugon niya. Hindi niya maintindihan kung bakit bigla ay nakaramdam siya ng panlalamig ng buong katawan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-8732755527316457885?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/8732755527316457885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=8732755527316457885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8732755527316457885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8732755527316457885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2008/11/dead-spot-chapter-1.html' title='dead spot (chapter 1)'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-6124271246369827103</id><published>2008-11-28T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:01:43.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead spot'/><title type='text'>dead spot (prologue)</title><content type='html'>Sinikap ni Maureen na huwag lumikha ng anumang ingay. Dalangin niyang huwag sana siyang matagpuan ng mga ito mula sa loob ng isang lumang pick up truck na nasa loob ng isang kamalig sa gitna ng malawak na maisan. Hinda niya gustong sapitin ang sinapit ng mga kaibigan niya.&lt;br /&gt;                 Tahimik na napaluha siya nang muling maisip ang nangyari sa kanyang mga kaibigan, gayundin sa nobyo niyang si Jeremy-patay na ang mga ito. Tinangka siyang iligtas ni Jeremy kapalit ng buhay nito.&lt;br /&gt;                  Dinukot niya ang cell phone sa bulsa ng jeans niya. Iyon lamang ang pagkakataon na maaari niyang magamit iyon. Muling pumatak ang mga luha niya nang makita niyang wala pa ring signal sa lugar na kinaroroonan niya. Nasa dead spot pa rin siya.&lt;br /&gt;                  Mabilis na pinunas niya ng likod ng kanyang  palad ang mha luha niya. Naglaho na sa mukha niya ang pawis at luha niya at dugo ni Jeremy na nasa kamay niya. Langhap niya ang malansang amoy niyon. Napahikbi siya habang kumakabog nang malakas ang dibdib niya sa matinding takot. Gusto na niyang umuwi. Dapat ay hindi na siya sumama sa lugar na niyon.&lt;br /&gt;                  Hindi pa niya gustong mamatay...&lt;br /&gt;                  Inilagay niya sa recording ang kanyang cell phone at itinapat iyon sa bibig niya. "M-Mommy, h-hindi ko alam kung nasaan ako..." wika niya sa halos pabulong at nanginginig na boses. "H-hindi ko rin alam kung buhay pa akong makakaalis dito. Pero kung sakaling matagpuan ninyo ang cell phone ko, gusto kong malaman ninyo ni Daddy na mahal na mahal ko kayo. A-and... I'm sorry." Muli ay hindi niya napigilang mapaluha. Tumutulo na rin ang sipon niya.&lt;br /&gt;                 "D-dapat ay hindi ako umalis... Dapat ay nakinig ako sa inyo. Mommy, Daddy... n-natatakot ako. Hindi sila tao... And I don't want to d-die... not like this-" Halos mapatid ang kanyang hininga nang marinig niyang lumangitngit ang pinto sa kamalig.&lt;br /&gt;Lalong bumilis ang tibok ng kanyang puso.&lt;br /&gt;                  Kaagad na isiniksik niya ang sarili sa upuan sa passenger's side. Pakiramdam niya ay yumuyugyog ang buong pagkatao niya sa malakas na kabog ng kanyang dibdib dahil sa matinding takot na nararamdaman niya. Alam niyang sasapitin din niya ang karima-rimarim na kamatayang sinapit ng mga kaibigan niya sa oras na matagpuan siya ng mga ito.&lt;br /&gt;                  Napapikit siya nang mariin at nagsimula siyang muling manalangin sa isip. Oh, God... ayoko pang mamatay... Napakabata pa niya upang mamatay. Kahapon lamang nang tumuntong siya sa edad na disiotso. Marami pa siyang pangarap. Napakarami pa niyang gustong gawin.&lt;br /&gt;                  Mayamaya pa ay nakarinig siya na mga yabag at pagkaluskos, palapit nang palapit sa kinalalagyan niya.&lt;br /&gt;                  Nawala ang ingay na narinig niya. Nakabibinging katahimikan ang nagdaan sa loob ng mahabang segundo. Ang tanging naririnig niya ay ang malakas na kabog ng kanyang dibdib.&lt;br /&gt;                  Hanggang sa muli niyang narinig ang mga pagkaluskos... palayo na ang mga yabag. Narinig niya ang muling paglangitngit ng pinto sa kamalig at ang muling pagsara niyon.&lt;br /&gt;                   Nasapo niya ang kanyang dibdib nang maramdaman niya ang pananakit niyon dahil sa matinding takot  na nararamdaman. Nanginginig ang kanyang buong katawan at ramdam niya  ang malamig na pawis niya. Iniisip niyang wala na ang mga ito.&lt;br /&gt;                   Ngunit naghintay pa siya ng mahabang sandali. Gusto niyang makatiyak.&lt;br /&gt;                   Nang lukubin ng katahimikan ang buong paligid at tanging ang malakas na tibok ng kanyang puso ang naririnig niya ay nagpasya siyang lumabas mula sa pinagkukublihan niya. Kailangan niyang makatakas sa lugar na iyon at makahingi ng saklolo. Tatakbo siya hanggang may lupa. Hindi siya mamamatay kagaya ng mga kaibigan niya. Kailangan niyang ipaalam ang nangyari sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;                   Ngunit napatigagal siya nang sa paglabas niya mula sa pick up truckay bumungad sa kanya ang tatlong maiitim at malalaking aso. Nanunulis at nagtatayuan ang mga tainga ng mga ito, at naglalaway habang nakaangil sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;                  Napaiyak na siya. Mabilis na tumakbo siya patungo sa pinto ng kamalig, pero nagtaka siya nang ni hindi siya sinundan ng mga aso. Marahil ay alam ng mga iyon na wala na siyang tatakbuhan pa.&lt;br /&gt;                  Ngunit gayon na lamang ang pagkagimbal niya nang hindi niya mabuksan ang pinto. Nakasara iyon mula sa labas!&lt;br /&gt;                  Huminto ang mga aso sa pag-alulong. 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padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-5665543087289604506?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/5665543087289604506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=5665543087289604506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5665543087289604506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5665543087289604506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_28.html' title='wOw pancit'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SOAvc6_YR8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/NiFPfvafba0/s72-c/PICT0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-4706257171693413249</id><published>2008-09-23T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:51:29.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it is just me'/><title type='text'>guapa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SNjyQcwSS9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/uXhC4iJx_1k/s1600-h/tatagwapa+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SNjyQcwSS9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/uXhC4iJx_1k/s400/tatagwapa+%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SNjyQ_x-cCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RXGxgR580pY/s1600-h/tatagwapa+%288%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SNjyQ_x-cCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RXGxgR580pY/s400/tatagwapa+%288%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SNjyQ4eHWAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fUPRAawHk3c/s1600-h/tatagwapa+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SNjyQ4eHWAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fUPRAawHk3c/s400/tatagwapa+%285%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SNjyRBcgFrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qYeAoxlO8V8/s1600-h/tatagwapa+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SNjyRBcgFrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qYeAoxlO8V8/s400/tatagwapa+%287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-4706257171693413249?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/4706257171693413249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=4706257171693413249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/4706257171693413249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/4706257171693413249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_23.html' title='guapa'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SNjyQcwSS9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/uXhC4iJx_1k/s72-c/tatagwapa+%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-6348759593715447387</id><published>2008-07-30T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T03:08:14.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotten stuff'/><title type='text'>dont make me nut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA82QRRp8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/O2ZdxkqMqDw/s1600-h/stillfried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA82QRRp8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/O2ZdxkqMqDw/s400/stillfried.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-6348759593715447387?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/6348759593715447387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=6348759593715447387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/6348759593715447387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/6348759593715447387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-make-me-nut.html' title='dont make me nut'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA82QRRp8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/O2ZdxkqMqDw/s72-c/stillfried.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-6691362977682028448</id><published>2008-07-30T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T03:07:18.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotten stuff'/><title type='text'>fuck me baby one more time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA9K5v-OyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hyvCqzUY_AI/s1600-h/weightlifter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA9K5v-OyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hyvCqzUY_AI/s400/weightlifter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228746424887163682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA79gdZFyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8aVleHtDxNI/s1600-h/hooker1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA79gdZFyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8aVleHtDxNI/s400/hooker1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-6691362977682028448?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/6691362977682028448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=6691362977682028448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/6691362977682028448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/6691362977682028448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2008/07/fuck-me-baby-one-more-time.html' title='fuck me baby one more time'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA9K5v-OyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hyvCqzUY_AI/s72-c/weightlifter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-4167310117312761233</id><published>2008-07-30T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T02:59:00.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotten stuff'/><title type='text'>eat my short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA62axB4dI/AAAAAAAAAFs/j4hlO8oN77o/s1600-h/dontgawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA62axB4dI/AAAAAAAAAFs/j4hlO8oN77o/s320/dontgawk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228743873949458898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one reminds me the famous episode of the simpsons when Bart wants to jump over springsfield canyon with his skateboard and homer do it instead and a long hilarious time follow ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA6b7Ta9yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/R1n-F1HUONI/s1600-h/dontgawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-4167310117312761233?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/4167310117312761233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=4167310117312761233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/4167310117312761233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/4167310117312761233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2008/07/eat-my-short.html' title='eat my short'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA62axB4dI/AAAAAAAAAFs/j4hlO8oN77o/s72-c/dontgawk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-6903290715508005022</id><published>2008-07-30T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T03:08:14.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotten stuff'/><title type='text'>crispy pata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA6JLbQ62I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Pd_k6huwy24/s1600-h/dismemberment-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA6JLbQ62I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Pd_k6huwy24/s400/dismemberment-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-6903290715508005022?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/6903290715508005022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=6903290715508005022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/6903290715508005022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/6903290715508005022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2008/07/crispy-pata.html' title='crispy pata'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA6JLbQ62I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Pd_k6huwy24/s72-c/dismemberment-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-5658941420040478923</id><published>2008-07-30T02:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T03:08:14.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotten stuff'/><title type='text'>on the way home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA5_AhRcII/AAAAAAAAAFU/zVjQeJ5f1js/s1600-h/805561.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA5_AhRcII/AAAAAAAAAFU/zVjQeJ5f1js/s400/805561.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-5658941420040478923?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/5658941420040478923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=5658941420040478923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5658941420040478923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5658941420040478923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-way-home.html' title='on the way home'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA5_AhRcII/AAAAAAAAAFU/zVjQeJ5f1js/s72-c/805561.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-2335104474421405923</id><published>2008-07-30T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T03:08:14.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotten stuff'/><title type='text'>patay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA5nl2pMfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bxF-ESjmk8o/s1600-h/lisbon-bad-fac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA5nl2pMfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bxF-ESjmk8o/s400/lisbon-bad-fac.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-6030523643584537821?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/6030523643584537821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=6030523643584537821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/6030523643584537821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/6030523643584537821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2008/07/tumor.html' title='tumor'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA5nl2pMfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bxF-ESjmk8o/s72-c/lisbon-bad-fac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-1663038590944774883</id><published>2008-07-30T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T02:50:03.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotten stuff'/><title type='text'>goiter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA4S_yEmJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/81UR_2hV4Ew/s1600-h/goiter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA4S_yEmJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/81UR_2hV4Ew/s400/goiter1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;rock salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-1663038590944774883?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1663038590944774883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=1663038590944774883' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/1663038590944774883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/1663038590944774883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2008/07/goiter.html' title='goiter'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/SJA4S_yEmJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/81UR_2hV4Ew/s72-c/goiter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-1777032475442924527</id><published>2007-11-06T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T04:20:30.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines goddess'/><title type='text'>Other Gods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aswang&lt;/span&gt; - is the Bicolano god of evil, where he is both the brother and enemy of Gugurang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gugurang&lt;/span&gt; - is the Bicolano chief god and keeper of a sacred fire atop Mt. Mayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haliya &lt;/span&gt;- is the Bicolano goddess of the moon and protector of woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kan-Laon&lt;/span&gt; - (Lalahon) is the southern Visayan supreme deity, especially in the island of Negros where her abode is Mt. Kanlaon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaptan&lt;/span&gt; - is the ancient Visayan sky god, for those people who still believe in him. In mythology, he is often shown as the sibling of Maguayen, who is the god of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;source:&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gods_and_Goddesses_in_Philippine_Myth"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-1777032475442924527?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1777032475442924527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=1777032475442924527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/1777032475442924527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/1777032475442924527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/other-gods.html' title='Other Gods'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-5746495206798860480</id><published>2007-11-06T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T04:00:08.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines goddess'/><title type='text'>Luzon God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anitun Tabu&lt;/span&gt;- is the Tagalog goddess of the wind and rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apo Laki&lt;/span&gt;- is the Tagalog god of the sun and the lord of war. he is the son of Bathala and broth of Mayari, but in the order myth his sister is Dian Masalanta and his parents were            Anagolay and Dumakulem. He is identified to the Pangasinense god Ama-Kaoley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bathala&lt;/span&gt;- is a kingfisher  considered sacred by early Kapampangan, the visit of which either hints of bad omen or good fortune, also known formally as Bathalang Maykapal or Maykapal is the Tagalog chief god that is the creature of the universe and umanity. to the Cebuano                  people, he known as Abba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dian Masalanta&lt;/span&gt;- is the ancient Tagalogs goddess of love, pregnancy, childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idianale&lt;/span&gt;- is the ancient Tagalogs goddess of animal hunsbandry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimat&lt;/span&gt;- is the lightning dog, owned by &lt;i&gt;Tadaklan&lt;/i&gt;. When Kimat attacks, he comes down from heaven and bites whatever it is aimed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lakan Bakod&lt;/span&gt;- is the ancient Tagalog god of gardens who protect and watchover plants and sometimes the crops.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakan Pati&lt;/span&gt;-  (&lt;i&gt;Ikapati&lt;/i&gt;) is the ancient Tagalogs deity of cultivated fields, a hermaphrodite. Her/his title is "The giver of food" and her/his worshippers pray to her/him to protect them from starvation. During the early period of Spanish Colonialization, Lakan Pati was used by evangelists as a native equivalent for the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makiling &lt;/span&gt;in Kapampangan mythology does not have a consistent character. Some accounts say he is a  deity dwelling in the Tagalog region, whose three sons courted the daughters of Suku in Mount Arayat. Some accounts say she is wife of Suku, who fetched her at Mount Makiling and back to Mount Arayat for them to live together as couples. The trail caused by the godly chariots became the Pampanga River. In a much older account, Makiling is the deity who brought the spirits out of the navel of the giant crocodile Dapu/Laut, the Sea, into the surface of the earth, using a bamboo raft (makiling is a type of bamboo). Thus, in this version, Makiling is responsible for bringing the first man and woman on earth, which in Kapampangan mythology are named Manalaksan (woodcutter) and Mangkukuran (potmaker).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;source:&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gods_and_Goddesses_in_Philippine_Myth"&gt; wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-5746495206798860480?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/5746495206798860480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=5746495206798860480' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5746495206798860480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5746495206798860480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/luzon-god.html' title='Luzon God'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-1914308249047281094</id><published>2007-11-05T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:43:52.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Superstitious'/><title type='text'>kasal</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never choose a redhead as your bridesmaid as she will steal your groom. Likewise, wearing red to a wedding signals disrespect for the bride.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday is a bad day for getting married as it is ruled by Saturn, an unlucky planet associated with negative energies like jealousy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never buy a wedding dress that was first set aside for a wedding that never actually happened as it is jinxed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always make sure the sun is shining without clouds in the way; the clouds symbolize trouble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before getting married, it is bad luck to buy your significant other a watch, as it symbolizes that the time of the relationship is running out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rose petals are thrown before the bride as she walks down the aisle to ward off the evil spirits that live beneath the ground from coming up at her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bridesmaids should not wash the dishes or they will fall out with the married couple.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superstitious#Wedding_superstitions"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-1914308249047281094?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1914308249047281094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=1914308249047281094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/1914308249047281094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/1914308249047281094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/kasal.html' title='kasal'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-8730438982438248146</id><published>2007-11-05T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:38:42.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other superstitions'/><title type='text'>saying</title><content type='html'>* others mentioning of a no-hitter ball game will cause the pitcher to give up a hit.&lt;br /&gt;* having one's foot swept by a broom will result in bad luck. The only way to ward off the results  is    to spit on the offending broom.&lt;br /&gt;* a single magpie is considered a sign of bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;* a gambler may credit a winning steak in poker to lucky rabbit's foot or to sitting in a certain              chair, rather than to skill or to the law of averages.&lt;br /&gt;* many believe that if all of a candles on a birthday cake are blown out with one breath, while               making a silent wish, the wish will come true.&lt;br /&gt;* many believe that the United States two-dollar bill brings bad luck. Gamblers sometimes call it a "deuce", a term for two which also means "devil." To "undo", one of the bill's corners must be torn off, forming a triangle, an ancient symbol of life. If you receive a bill with no corners left, it must be torn all up.&lt;br /&gt;* spilling salt&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; may cause a fight or argument during this day. There are several options to "undo" this which seem to relate to various ways of acknowledging the fact that salt was spilled with others present at the scene. One way to revert this is tossing some salt over one's left shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;* once leaving a residence it is bad luck to return if something was forgotten. If so, to "undo" the superstition, look in a mirror. Some people also believe smiling at oneself or showing one's tongue to oneself through a mirror is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;* when a creature/witch's familiar crosses one's path, the hex or bad spell placed on the creature will be transferred to you unless a protective spell is immediately made to cancel out the hex.&lt;br /&gt;* yellow Underwear is good luck.&lt;br /&gt;* At times, a horseshoe may be found above doorways. When positioned like a regular 'U' it supposedly collects &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;luck. However, when it is positioned like an upside-down 'U' the luck supposedly drains.&lt;br /&gt;* If someone leaves a residence, nothing can be cleaned until that person gets to the next immediate destination. If cleaning is done, something may happen on his/her way. There appears to be no way to "undo" this. Although very rarely do people believe in this.&lt;br /&gt;* Breaking a mirror may bring bad luck for 7 years. To "undo" this, take the shards of glass and bury them underneath the  moonlight &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In ancient times, the mirror was said to be a window to the viewer's soul . If that mirror were to break, it would take time (or 7 years) for that 'cracked' soul to heal as 'time heals all wounds'.&lt;br /&gt;* If a penny&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penny" title="Penny"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is found heads up, it will grant good luck, however, tails up will grant bad luck. This can be "undone " by then giving the penny to someone else heads-up.&lt;br /&gt;* If one walks underneath an open ladder it brings bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;* Stepping on a crack in the sidewalk is believed to result in one's mother breaking her back.&lt;br /&gt;* It is considered bad luck to open an Umbrella indoors.&lt;br /&gt;* In Western cultures, black cats are considered unlucky; however in the rest of the world black cats are considered good luck.&lt;br /&gt;* Placing a hat on the bed is bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;* Placing a hat on a table is bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;* Placing keys on a table means bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;* Leaving a dwelling from a door different from the one you entered is bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;* If one has a realistic bad dream, the next morning breakfast must be eaten before the dream can be mentioned or discussed. Otherwise, the bad dream will come true.&lt;br /&gt;* It is bad luck to put new shoes on a bed (or a table) (comes from the tradition of dressing a corpse in new clothes and shoes and laying them out so everyone can give their respects.&lt;br /&gt;* It is good luck to eat black eyed peas on New Year's Day.&lt;br /&gt;* Touching a bride before a wedding is considered a good luck.Seeing her in her wedding dress before the wedding is also considered bad luck and is believed to lead to an unhappy marriage.&lt;br /&gt;* A shark pursuing a ship means bad luck, especially if there are sick people onboard.&lt;br /&gt;* Ancient roman soldiers often observed ants. If the ants were fighting, it meant the enemy was near.&lt;br /&gt;* Eat a raw herring and you will see your future spouse.&lt;br /&gt;* Collect seven or nine different flowers on midsummer eve and place them under your pillow and you will dream of your future spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superstitious"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-8730438982438248146?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/8730438982438248146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=8730438982438248146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8730438982438248146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8730438982438248146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/saying.html' title='saying'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-5570416944669744796</id><published>2007-11-05T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:44:32.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pamahiin'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy and baby superstitous</title><content type='html'>- a brooms sweeps away the bad luck and the evil spells that cause infertility.&lt;br /&gt;- if a woman puts two spoons in her saucer, she'll have ginger twins.&lt;br /&gt;- if children file cabbage stalks around the doors and windows of the house on halloween, the            fairies  will them  a new brother or sister.&lt;br /&gt;- the baby will be born with a fish-head if the mother doesn't give to her craving to eat fish.&lt;br /&gt;- if a mother wears high heels during pregnancy, her baby will become cross-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;- a mother should throw salt three times behind herself shortly before her 'Due Date' in order to     ease her labour.&lt;br /&gt;- a babysitter must never clean their teeth while they're  sitting.&lt;br /&gt;- if three drops of water are given to a baby before he's baptised he'll answer the first three             questions put to him.&lt;br /&gt;- never tickle a baby's feet or you'll make him stutter.&lt;br /&gt;- when you see baby's first tooth, immediately box his ear, and he'll cut the rest of his teeth            quicker.&lt;br /&gt;- if someone in a family dreams about death, there will be a birth in a family. Likewise, if                  someone dreams about birth, there will be a death in a family.&lt;br /&gt;- if a woman eats a strawberries while pregnant, the baby will be born with a strawberry                  birthmark.&lt;br /&gt;- if a pregnant woman's belly is round, that means she will give birth to a girl. If it's pointed, she      will give birth to a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superstitious"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-5570416944669744796?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/5570416944669744796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=5570416944669744796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5570416944669744796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5570416944669744796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/pregnancy-and-baby-superstitous.html' title='Pregnancy and baby superstitous'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-7061275257079858782</id><published>2007-10-28T03:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T03:58:14.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horoscope'/><title type='text'>Aquarius</title><content type='html'>General Information&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius People Are Those Born from Jan.21st to Feb. 19th Inclusive.&lt;br /&gt;THE RESPONSE TO THE TRUTH-SEEKER&lt;br /&gt;  He who feels the restraint of conventional reasoning may find his answer in the study of planetary influences and free his mind  from inhibitions and doubts. When you were born, the Sun was traversing  the sign of Aquarius.  This bestows upon you certain mental and physical characteristics. Know your sign and you will understand your nature and its complexities.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage:&lt;br /&gt;You are best suited to marry a person born under one of the following signs: Aries, March 21st to April 19th; Gemini, May 21st to June 21st: Cancer June 22nd to July 22nd; Libra, September 23rd to October 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;Job and Professions:&lt;br /&gt;Artist, inventor, musician, astrologer, welfare worker, taxidermist, antique collector, dealer in coins and stamps , writer, aviator. You are especially adapted to higher mechanics,  electricity and anything  to do with radio, and to all occupations of unusual character, especially those dealing with the public.&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius Faults:&lt;br /&gt;You have an inclination to be eccentric and often disagree just to be different. You are often vague and unbusinesslike  and drift from one person or place to another. You are too sensitive which brings on spells of melancholy. You are so independent that it often makes you brusque in manner.&lt;br /&gt;Health:&lt;br /&gt;The ankles-the limbs from the knees to the ankles, are the sensitive part of the body in an Aquarius person. They should guard against varicose veins and irregularities of the heart as well as against sprained ankles.&lt;br /&gt;                     Your day is Wednesday, named Woden, the Teutonic god.&lt;br /&gt;                     Your element is air,  signifying  your mental flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;                     Your Symbol is the Water Bearer, typifying the outpouring of love.&lt;br /&gt;                     Your color is electric blue, also plaids, checks and stripes.&lt;br /&gt;                     Your stones are the sapphire and the opal.&lt;br /&gt;                     Your metal is uranium, a mixture of gold and silver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-7061275257079858782?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/7061275257079858782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=7061275257079858782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/7061275257079858782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/7061275257079858782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/aquarius.html' title='Aquarius'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-8631111184120623677</id><published>2007-10-23T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T04:47:18.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horoscope'/><title type='text'>My horoscope (Leo)</title><content type='html'>July 23-August 22&lt;br /&gt;THE EXPLANATION OF THE ENIGMA OF DESTINY&lt;br /&gt;            The one who has ability for leadership is able to forget ahead on the path which lads to knowledge and success. Your personal and mental characteristics are the result of the fact that the Sun was traversing the  sign of Leo at the time of your birth. A determination  to become acquainted with sign may mean the difference between success or failure.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage:&lt;br /&gt;            You are best suited to marry a person born under one of the following signs: Aries, March 21st to April 19; Gemini,  May  21s to  June  21st;  Cancer  June 22nd to  July 22nd;  Libra, September 23rd to October 23rd; Sagittarius, November 23rd to December 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;Jobs and Professions:&lt;br /&gt;            Orator, actor, clergyman, pleading lawyer, animal trainer, athlete explorer, executive. You would make a good head of some large institution  or amusement enterprise, or a politician or statesman. You find it difficult to work in a subordinate position. You could be general or a financier.&lt;br /&gt;Leo Faults:&lt;br /&gt;                You have a strong sense of you own importance  which could  grow egotism. You are fond of flattery and are sometimes inclined  to extravagance and love show. The principal fault is a quick temper, but Leo does not hold spite. You are determined  to have your own way.&lt;br /&gt;Health:&lt;br /&gt;           The heart is the most sensitive part of the body in a Leo person. You are most likely to suffer  from various forms of the heart disease, and diseases of the blood and rheumatism. Leos also have an inclination to mishaps in hunting or sports. You should not overwork or to do much athletic exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Remarks:&lt;br /&gt;            Leo is often called the Royal Sign of the zodiac. They are a noble people when under good aspect, being most devoted, generous and sympathetic. They give and spend lavishly without thought of reward. They have tremendous courage and love to gamble and often are most fortunate. They have considerable will power and win their way to the top despite all handicaps.                       My day is Sunday, so named after your ruler, the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;                     My element is fire,-the fire of incentive  and accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;                     My symbol is the dynamo which gives out strength.&lt;br /&gt;                     My color is orange.&lt;br /&gt;                     My stone is the ruby.&lt;br /&gt;                     My metal is gold, but tin also lucky for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;source: Horoscope, ISBN 971-0324-69-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-8631111184120623677?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/8631111184120623677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=8631111184120623677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8631111184120623677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8631111184120623677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-horoscope-leo.html' title='My horoscope (Leo)'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-644651146583006482</id><published>2007-10-17T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T15:19:49.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>hummm</title><content type='html'>I' m stronger than I never thought that I could be, I failed already before and I wont let it happen again,.. I will not let my mind to defeat my heart. I wanted to be equal,  just give me a chance everytime when I became hulk. I love the people around me infact I can say they are my life, my strength I mean everything... In other words, I have a problem not so big ,but you know everytime I have a problem its the computer that is my companion like people, someone that you can rely on and ready to listen. Bye see yah, need to do something.. ,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-644651146583006482?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/644651146583006482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=644651146583006482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/644651146583006482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/644651146583006482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/hummm.html' title='hummm'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-8312665534207253699</id><published>2007-10-16T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T05:56:23.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pamahiin'/><title type='text'>Pregnant</title><content type='html'>Do not:&lt;br /&gt;           - cut the hair during pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;           - insult the people which have the difference&lt;br /&gt;           - ride the bicycle&lt;br /&gt;           -knit&lt;br /&gt;           -eat an animal food&lt;br /&gt;           -take a picture&lt;br /&gt;           -go in the funeral wake   &lt;br /&gt;And its better to wear a black clothes especially underwear  when you  are  pregnant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-8312665534207253699?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/8312665534207253699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=8312665534207253699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8312665534207253699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8312665534207253699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/pregnant.html' title='Pregnant'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-2693719498991402175</id><published>2007-10-16T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T05:00:19.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Guessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/RxSmeFiWiLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DE5XbuLUttk/s1600-h/PICT0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/RxSmeFiWiLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DE5XbuLUttk/s320/PICT0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121901712039643314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vetea told me to put this picture for a game. Hmm looks tasty, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-2693719498991402175?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/2693719498991402175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=2693719498991402175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/2693719498991402175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/2693719498991402175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/guessing.html' title='Guessing'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/RxSmeFiWiLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DE5XbuLUttk/s72-c/PICT0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-5067036330330854571</id><published>2007-10-16T04:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T04:41:36.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Superstitious'/><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" width="91%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BRIDAL SHOWER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;The first gift the bride opens should be              the first gift she uses.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;Everything the bride says as she opens              her gifts will be repeated on her wedding night. Someone should be              assigned to write down these comments during the shower.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;The person who gives the third gift to              be opened will soon have a baby.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;Save the ribbons from the shower gifts              to make a mock bouquet to be used at the wedding rehearsal.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEDDING DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;Certain days of the week, and certain months              of the year are better than others for a wedding.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday for health,&lt;br /&gt;        Tuesday for wealth,&lt;br /&gt;        Wednesday best of all,&lt;br /&gt;        Thursday for losses,&lt;br /&gt;        Friday for crosses,&lt;br /&gt;        Saturday for no luck at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;Married when the year is new, he'll be              loving, kind &amp;amp; true,&lt;br /&gt;        When February birds do mate, You wed nor dread your fate.&lt;br /&gt;        If you wed when March winds blow, joy and sorrow both you'll know.         &lt;br /&gt;        Marry in April when you can, Joy for Maiden &amp;amp; for Man.&lt;br /&gt;        Marry in the month of May, and you'll surely rue the day.&lt;br /&gt;        Marry when June roses grow, over land and sea you'll go.&lt;br /&gt;        Those who in July do wed, must labour for their daily bred.&lt;br /&gt;        Whoever wed in August be, many a change is sure to see&lt;br /&gt;        Marry in September's shrine, your living will be rich and fine.&lt;br /&gt;        If in October you do marry, love will come but riches tarry.&lt;br /&gt;        If you wed in bleak November, only joys will come, remember.&lt;br /&gt;        When December snows fall fast, marry and true love will last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR A LUCKY BRIDE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;Something old,&lt;br /&gt;        Something new,&lt;br /&gt;        Something borrowed,&lt;br /&gt;        Something blue,&lt;br /&gt;        And a lucky sixpence&lt;br /&gt;        In her shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;Married in White, you have chosen right&lt;br /&gt;        Married in Grey, you will go far away,&lt;br /&gt;        Married in Black, you will wish yourself back,&lt;br /&gt;        Married in Red, you will wish yourself dead,&lt;br /&gt;        Married in Green, ashamed to be seen,&lt;br /&gt;        Married in Blue, you will always be true,&lt;br /&gt;        Married in Pearl, you will live in a whirl,&lt;br /&gt;        Married in Yellow, ashamed of your fellow,&lt;br /&gt;        Married in Brown, you will live in the town,&lt;br /&gt;        Married in Pink, you spirit will sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEDDING DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Omens:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;seeing a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;        having the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;        meeting a black cat&lt;br /&gt;        meeting a chimney sweep&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEDDING DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad Omens:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;a pig, hare, or lizard running across the              road&lt;br /&gt;        seeing an open grave&lt;br /&gt;        meeting a nun or a monk foretell barrenness&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OTHER BELIEFS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;If the groom drops the wedding band during              the ceremony, the marriage is doomed.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;The new bride must enter her home by the              main door, and must not trip or fall - hence the custom of carrying              the bride over the threshold.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;The spouse who goes to sleep first on the              wedding day will be the first to die.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEDDING CAKE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="75%"&gt;If a single woman sleeps with a piece of              wedding cake under her pillow, she will dream of her future husband.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Source:&lt;a href="http://www.corsinet.com/trivia/scary3.html"&gt;Corsinet.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-5067036330330854571?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/5067036330330854571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=5067036330330854571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5067036330330854571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5067036330330854571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-5716614432510937466</id><published>2007-10-16T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T04:23:40.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday The 13TH'/><title type='text'>Fear Number</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;More than 80 percent of high-rises lack a 13th floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   Many airports skip the 13th gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   Airplanes have no 13th aisle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   Hospitals and hotels regularly have no room number 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   Italians omit the number 13 from their national lottery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   On streets in Florence, Italy, the house between number 12 and 14 is addressed as 12 and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   Many cities do not have a 13th Street or a 13th Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   In France, socialites known as the quatorziens (fourteeners) once made themselves available as 14th guests to keep a dinner party from an unlucky fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   Many triskaidekaphobes, as those who fear the unlucky integer are known, point to the ill-fated mission to the moon, Apollo 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   If you have 13 letters in your name, you will have the devil's luck . Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson, Jeffrey Dahmer, Theodore Bundy and Albert De Salvo all have 13 letters in their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.corsinet.com/trivia/scary3.html"&gt;Corsinet.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-5716614432510937466?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/5716614432510937466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=5716614432510937466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5716614432510937466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5716614432510937466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/fear-number.html' title='Fear Number'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-5358345314649074718</id><published>2007-10-16T03:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T04:28:06.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday The 13TH'/><title type='text'>Unlucky Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There is a Norse myth about 12 gods having a dinner party at Valhalla, their heaven. In walked the uninvited 13th guest, the mischievous Loki. Once there, Loki arranged for Hoder, the blind god of darkness, to shoot Balder the Beautiful, the god of joy and gladness, with a mistletoe-tipped arrow. Balder died and the Earth got dark. The whole Earth mourned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   There is a Biblical reference to the unlucky number 13. Judas, the apostle who betrayed Jesus, was the 13th guest to the Last Supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   A particularly bad Friday the 13th occurred in the middle ages. On a Friday the 13th in 1306, King Philip of France arrested the revered Knights Templar and began torturing them, marking the occasion as a day of evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In ancient Rome, witches reportedly gathered in groups of 12. The 13th was believed to be the devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   Both Friday and the number 13 were once closely associated with capital punishment. In British tradition, Friday was the conventional day for public hangings, and there were supposedly 13 steps leading up to the noose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   It is traditionally believed that Eve tempted Adam with the apple on a Friday. Tradition also has it that the Flood in the Bible, the confusion at the Tower of Babel, and the death of Jesus Christ all took place on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   Numerologists consider 12 a "complete" number. There are 12 months in a year, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 gods of Olympus, 12 labors of Hercules, 12 tribes of Israel, and 12 apostles of Jesus. In exceeding 12 by 1, 13's association with bad luck has to do with just being a little beyond completeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.corsinet.com/trivia/scary3.html"&gt;Corsinet.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-5358345314649074718?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/5358345314649074718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=5358345314649074718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5358345314649074718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5358345314649074718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/unlucky-day.html' title='Unlucky Day'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-8518405121284015591</id><published>2007-10-16T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T04:25:56.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstitious Death'/><title type='text'>Superstitious Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" width="91%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIRD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td face="courier new" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;A bird in the house is a sign of a death.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;If a robin flies into a room through a              window, death will shortly follow.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CANDLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;Light candles on the night after November              1. One for each deceased relative should be placed in the window in              the room where death occurred.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CEMETERY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;You must hold your breath while going past              a cemetery or you will breathe in the spirit of someone who has recently              died.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLOCK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;If a clock which has not been working suddenly              chimes, there will be a death in the family.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;You will have bad luck if you do not stop              the clock in the room where someone dies.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CORPSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;If a woman is buried in black, she will              return to haunt the family.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;If a dead person's eyes are left open,              he'll find someone to take with him.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;Mirrors in a house with a corpse should              be covered or the person who sees himself will die next.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;Dogs howling in the dark of night,&lt;br /&gt;           Howl for death before daylight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DREAMS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;If you dream of death it's a sign of a              birth, if you dream of birth, it's a sign of death.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;If you touch a loved one who has died,              you won't have dreams about them&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DYING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;A person who dies on Good Friday will go              right to heaven.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;A person who dies at midnight on Christmas              Eve will go straight to heaven because the gates of heaven are open              at that time.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;All windows should be opened at the moment              of death so that the soul can leave.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;The soul of a dying person can't escape              the body and go to heaven if any locks are locked in the house.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EYE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;If the left eye twitches there will soon              be a death in the family.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;If a dead person's eyes are left open,              he'll find someone to take with him.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUNERAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;Funerals on Friday portend another death              in the family during the year.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;It's bad luck to count the cars in a funeral              cortege.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;It's bad luck to meet a funeral procession              head on.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;Thunder following a funeral means that              the dead person's soul has reached heaven.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;Nothing new should be worn to a funeral,              especially new shoes.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;Pointing at a funeral procession will cause              you to die within the month&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;Pregnant women should not attend funerals.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GRAVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;If the person buried lived a good life,              flowers will grow on the grave. If the person was evil, weeds will              grow.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MIRROR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;If a mirror in the house falls and breaks              by itself, someone in the house will die soon.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOTH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;A white moth inside the house or trying              to enter the house means death.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHOTOGRAPH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;If 3 people are photographed together,              the one in the middle will die first.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIRTEEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;If 13 people sit down at a table to eat,              one of them will die before the year is over.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td valign="top" width="25%"&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UMBRELLA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="font-family: courier new;" valign="top" width="75%"&gt;Dropping an umbrella on the floor means              that there will be a murder in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;source:&lt;a href="http://www.corsinet.com/trivia/scary3.html"&gt;Corsinet.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-8518405121284015591?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/8518405121284015591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=8518405121284015591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8518405121284015591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8518405121284015591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/superstitious-death.html' title='Superstitious Death'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-8385870659449146611</id><published>2007-10-13T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:32:16.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine Man'/><title type='text'>Shaman (Albularyo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The word shaman (albularyo) derives from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;herbolario&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;, a Spanish word meaning herbalist.Like other folk healers, a shaman is most often an all-around medicine man. Shamans are consulted to cure various medical conditions ranging from simple fevers, colds and body pains to diseases attributed to supernatural causes such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kulam" title="Kulam"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;witchcraft. The shaman 's role was slowly shadowed with the rise of modern medical facilities. Urbanization gave the masses access to more scientific treatments, exchanging the chants and herbs of the shaman's with the newer technologies offered by the medical field. As time progressed, the shaman became a more prominent figure in most rural areas in the Philippines. Lacking access to scientific medical practices, rural Filipinos trusted the shamans to rid them of common (and sometimes supernatural) sicknesses and diseases. Most  shamans use herbs and other substances in their healing practices. In many cases, shamans will also employ various prayers, chants and "supernatural" cures--especially for cases involving causes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;from: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albularyo"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-8385870659449146611?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/8385870659449146611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=8385870659449146611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8385870659449146611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8385870659449146611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/shaman-albularyo.html' title='Shaman (Albularyo)'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-5505158928880530674</id><published>2007-10-13T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:37:33.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythical creatures'/><title type='text'>Monster Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/29/Tiyanak1.jpg/800px-Tiyanak1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 134px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/29/Tiyanak1.jpg/800px-Tiyanak1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Monster babies who died before receiving baptism rites. After death, they go to a place known as Limbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;, a chamber of Hell  where unbaptized dead people fall into, and transformed into evil spirits. These phantasms return into the mortal realm in the form of goblins to eat living victims. The baby monster can also be the offspring between a demon and a human. The baby monster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;can also be the offspring of a woman and a demon. It can also be the aborted fetus, which comes to life to take revenge on its mother. Most Monster are said to live in forests. If they see a human, they transform into what looks like a normal baby. When the person notices the Monster and comes near to take a look at it, that's when the Monster changes back to its true form and eats its prey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;from: &lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siyokoy#Siyokoy"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-5505158928880530674?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/5505158928880530674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=5505158928880530674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5505158928880530674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5505158928880530674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/monster-baby.html' title='Monster Baby'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-5673962326607856227</id><published>2007-10-13T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:38:52.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythical creatures'/><title type='text'>Demon Horse (Tikbalang)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b4/Tikbalang_The_Philippine_Demon_Horse_Commons.jpg/457px-Tikbalang_The_Philippine_Demon_Horse_Commons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b4/Tikbalang_The_Philippine_Demon_Horse_Commons.jpg/457px-Tikbalang_The_Philippine_Demon_Horse_Commons.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A demon horse are said to scare travelers and lead them astray. They play tricks on travelers such that they keep on returning to an arbitrary path no matter how far he goes or where he turns. Supposedly this is counteracted by wearing one's shirt inside out.&lt;sup id="_ref-pantheon_0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tikbalang#_note-pantheon" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Another countermeasure is to ask permission out loud to pass by or, not to produce too much noise while in the woods in order not to offend or disturb the demon. By  one account a demon horse has a main sharp spines, with the three thickest of these being of particular importance. A person who obtains one of these spines can used them as an talisman in order to keep the demon horse as his servant. The demon must first be subdued, however, by leaping onto it and tying it with a specially-prepared cord. The would-be-tamer must then hang on while the creature flies through the air, fighting madly to dislodge its unwelcome rider, until it is exhausted and acknowledges its defeat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;from: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tikbalang"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-5673962326607856227?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/5673962326607856227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=5673962326607856227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5673962326607856227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5673962326607856227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/demon-horse-tikbalang.html' title='Demon Horse (Tikbalang)'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-8363532298545790898</id><published>2007-10-13T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:02:20.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythical creatures'/><title type='text'>Voodoo ( Bruha )</title><content type='html'>Voo&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;doo or bruha is a word derived from Spanish that means witch. They are witches, wizards or sorcerers who cast evil spells to human and they also use dark magic. They use magical insects to bring harm to his victim. The voodoo recites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;spells and mixes potions. Modern influences has transformed popular perception so that the voodoo now also uses the equivalent of dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. The voodoo curses is mitigated by finding him/her and giving bribes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;from: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albularyo"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-8363532298545790898?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/8363532298545790898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=8363532298545790898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8363532298545790898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8363532298545790898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/voodoo-bruha.html' title='Voodoo ( Bruha )'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-7202262905184975675</id><published>2007-10-13T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T18:53:46.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythical creatures'/><title type='text'>Dwarf ( Duwende )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e0/Men_hur_kommer_man_in_i_berget%2C_fr%C3%A5gade_tomtepojken.jpg/593px-Men_hur_kommer_man_in_i_berget%2C_fr%C3%A5gade_tomtepojken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e0/Men_hur_kommer_man_in_i_berget%2C_fr%C3%A5gade_tomtepojken.jpg/593px-Men_hur_kommer_man_in_i_berget%2C_fr%C3%A5gade_tomtepojken.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;They are little creatures who can provide good fortune or bad fate to humans. In the Philippines, duwendes frequently live in houses or in trees in rural areas. They are known to be either good or mischievous, depending on how homeowners treat them. Filipinos usually leave food on the floor, so that the duwende residing (or guarding) the house would not be angry with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;from: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippine_mythical_creatures#Nuno_sa_punso"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a name="Ekek" id="Ekek"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-7202262905184975675?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/7202262905184975675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=7202262905184975675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/7202262905184975675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/7202262905184975675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/dwarf-duwende.html' title='Dwarf ( Duwende )'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-5482161923187753191</id><published>2007-10-13T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T18:53:46.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythical creatures'/><title type='text'>Vampire ( Manananggal )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/84/Manananggal_of_Philippine_Mythology_Commons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/84/Manananggal_of_Philippine_Mythology_Commons.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  Manananggal it's comes from tagalog, tanggal (cognate of Malay and Indonesian tanggal) which means to remove or to separate. Manananggal  is described as being an older, beautiful woman capable of severing it's upper torso in order to fly into the night with huge bat-like wings to prey on unsuspecting, pregnant woman in their homes; using an elongated proboscis-like tongue, it sucks the hearts of fetuses or blood of an unsuspecting sleeping victim. People from the provinces  said that manananggal can create other manananggal by tricking ordinary persons to drink their saliva or blood, and as what they said too that the manananggal  they are scared of cloves of garlic and onion. Its good to place it in the doors and windows for protection&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;from: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manananggal"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-5482161923187753191?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/5482161923187753191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=5482161923187753191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5482161923187753191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/5482161923187753191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/vampire-manananggal.html' title='Vampire ( Manananggal )'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-4377150387032323732</id><published>2007-10-12T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T03:23:54.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror story'/><title type='text'>Haunted Hardware Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;         One rainy night, my boyfriend and I went to our hardware store to stay and wait for my brother to fetch me. I had an extra key so we went inside to wait.&lt;br /&gt;    The 3-story hardware store was already closed and nobody was around except for the two of us. We were bored so we decided to play cards. We checked the cards and found them to be complete. We played tong-its, but after a few rounds,the cards went spooky. All the cards we picked and put down were all the same-the seven of spades. We got really spooked that we threw the cards away.&lt;br /&gt;    It was still raining hard outside and we decided to stay in the old master's bedroom. We had already forgotten about the game and I was really sleepy. I decided to take a nap while my boyfriend stayed up to watch over me.A little while later, my boyfriend woke me and told me to get up. We went outside and I saw that he was shivering and looked very scared. I asked him what had happened. He told me that when I was sleeping, he thought he heard something upstairs but he didn't mind it at first.As the minutes went by, he heard it again and i was coming nearer. He heard dragging footsteps on the staircase and they sounded like that of a big creature with chains locked around his feet. That was when he woke me and urged me to go outside. I was spooked to hear what my boyfriend had described because our workers in the hardware store had described the same sound. Some of them had even quit their jobs because of it.&lt;br /&gt;     There was another case when my friends and I stayed there for a project. It was late and all we had were instant noodles. While cooking the instant noodles, I excused myself for a quick pee in the bathroom.my friends were so afraid that they followed me wherever I went. But when I returned, I saw them holding hands in the kitchen, slowly going around the gas range, their backs to me.&lt;br /&gt;             "What are you doing there?"I said, raising my voice. They turned to face me and they looked stunned. They asked me what I was doing behind them when they were following me in the kitchen. They even became angry with me for scaring them. I said that I had just came from the comfort room.&lt;br /&gt;        "Then who were we following in the kitchen, when it's only the three of us here?" one of my friend said.&lt;br /&gt;        After hearing her explanation, I freaked out and we all ran out, screaming. We even forgot the noodles we were cooking.&lt;br /&gt;        Until now, whenever there is a visitor or someone new in our building, the creepy stuff just keeps on coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;source: True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 8,p15,  by REBELQUEEN83&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-4377150387032323732?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/4377150387032323732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=4377150387032323732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/4377150387032323732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/4377150387032323732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunted-hardware-store.html' title='Haunted Hardware Store'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-1872490886176668638</id><published>2007-10-12T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T03:31:27.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror story'/><title type='text'>Napaglaruan (Played Upon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;      My uncle and dad told me that my cousins and I were once victims of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;napaglaruan&lt;/span&gt;" (played upon), and my cousins nanny was a low-key white witch who rescued us.&lt;br /&gt;    I was 7 or 8 old then, vacationing and playing with brothers and cousins in my uncle's big backyard in Rosario, Cavite. During those times, slingshots were the thing. there we were, picking off cans and what-have-yous perched on branches of trees. We didn't know that it was bad to do that until late that evening, when all of us suddenly came down with a fever. My uncle was a doctor and he give us medicine, thinking it was only a slight fever. But two days later, our fever hadn't subsided.&lt;br /&gt;    On the third day, nanny came home and saw us. Immediately, she gave orders to the maids to prepare hot food and cigars. She went silent, mumbling something in some arcane language. Then she went to the backyard and seemed to talk to someone that no one else can see. After that she lit the cigars  and offered the hot food at the foot of the big mango tree in the center of the yard. A couple of hours later, our fever subsided and we all became well.&lt;br /&gt;     After that, she forbid us to play in the backyard by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;source: True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 8,p14,by Dark_eYes_Mikko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-1872490886176668638?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1872490886176668638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=1872490886176668638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/1872490886176668638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/1872490886176668638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/napaglaruan-played-upon.html' title='Napaglaruan (Played Upon)'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-8986780102496266543</id><published>2007-10-12T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T03:34:50.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror story'/><title type='text'>Unseen Officemate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One particular night in our old office on Estrella, we were all rushing with booking and scheduling sales and deliveries to catch up with our targets, as it was one of those days leading up to our sales cut-off. By 1 a.m. only three of us were left. We decided to take a break for some coffee and a light snack in the make-shift pantry before we get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;              Just as we were about to step out of the pantry, we heard a typewriter clacking away. We also heard the Xerox machine snapping away as if someone was copying a book (like the ones Recto). We asked each other if anyone else was there. We all assumed that someone had forgotten something  and came back.  We went out and the typewriter suddenly went quiet. As we approached the corner where the Xerox was located, it, too, suddenly stopped. Maybe someone was playing a joke on us? I went to check the main door and the fire escape of the 3rd floor to make sure that they weren't open. As I had guessed, both were locked from the inside and it was only the three of us in the whole floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;               As scared as we were , we shrugged it off and continued work. The sooner we finished, the sooner we could go home. But just as we were about to resume work, the old swivel chair at the far end of the room started creaking, as if someone was sitting and swinging on it. My two companions were really scared. I gathered what was left of my courage to see about the noises and what was making them. I grabbed one of the in-trays of the table, with the intent of bashing the head whoever burglar decided to come into the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;               As I neared the swivel chair, I jump into the cubicle. I was not ready for what I saw -the chair was angled back and the seat was pressed as if someone was sitting on it As soon as I jumped in, the chair straightened up. I rushed out of there, calling for someone to open the main door. My two friends were already at the door and we rushed down to the guards on the ground floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;               As we gathered our breath, our Guard told us that there really were ghosts in the old building and that he had seen some strange happenings while he and the other guards were doing their rounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                After that experience we made sure to go home as early as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;source: True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 8,p13, by Dark_eYes_Mikko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-8986780102496266543?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/8986780102496266543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=8986780102496266543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8986780102496266543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8986780102496266543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/unseen-officemate.html' title='Unseen Officemate'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-1524842306017827759</id><published>2007-10-10T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T03:37:26.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror story'/><title type='text'>Prayer  Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This story happened in 2001. I was very active in our church activities - the daily Block Rosaries, the weekly 15 Mysteries (the kinse as we called it), and the meditative silence, when one of my unforgettable encounters with the souls of the dead occurred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          In our church, which has oftentimes been mistaken for a cult, we believe that each of us is blessed by the Holy Spirit with a Spiritual Guide that is unique to each individual. Also, some of us are blessed with the gift of sight; some are given the gift of tongues; and some with the gift of knowledge of healing. For me, my Spiritual Guide (or Gabay) was an angel of the Hijas de Maria, and I was given a bit of everything I mentioned above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;         It was a very peaceful night, despite the usual night noises in the household. After the Rosary around 8 p.m., we proceeded to our small prayer room. We did the necessary preparations before praying-lighting the candles, settling down in our places, kneeling. Everyone was enthusiastic and the ambiance was pleasant. The prayer went solemnly and everyone was participating in leading each Mystery. I was satisfied that my group mates knew their turn and we prayed without disruptions. When the Prayer reached the Sorrowful Mysteries, we stretched our arms wide in supplication( as is our usual custom). It was then that I noticed that my  arms were  getting heavy,  like someone or something was  pulling them  down. Usually, I can finished all the 5 Mysteries with my arms stretched but not that time. The air became heavy, as if we were enveloped with something invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;         Then the voice of one my group mates suddenly changed. It became deep and full from her very small and petite voice. A blast of cold air circled the room and something seemed to be behind me. My eyes were closed but my other senses could feel what was happening.I couldn't explain what I felt, but I was sure that there was something definitely not normal going on. I gathered my courage and, with eyes still closed, I prayed loudly, pulling my arms and fighting the heavy feeling. A few moments later, my group mate's normal voice returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;         We were able to finished the Mysteries and I was thankful that we were about to finished the Rosary without further disturbance. But when we were about to sing the last song before ending the Rosary, the hair on my arms and neck suddenly stood as I listen to my group mate's voice changed again. But this time it sounded lonely and in pain. The voice sounded near to breaking and crying. To my surprise,even my voice had changed! It was not my own. The voices of my other group mate's were also deep, like they were coming from a vault or somewhere deeper. I was very astounded. And afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          My eyes were still closed but I could hear some of my group mates crying. I didn't open my eyes for fear that I might see something that I wouldn't like. Then I heard voices coming from outside the room. Some were whispering, some were asking what was going on, and some were shouting,  telling us to let them in.I thought that the neighbor were there, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;tsismosas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;tsismosos&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;rumormongers&lt;/span&gt;), b&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ecause of the commotion made by our loud wailing and singing. I was surprised to see images in my mind without me imagining them. It was like the black and white residual image you see when you look at something too long and when you close your eyes you can still see the image. But on the occasion, I hadn't opened my eyes but I could clearly see that there were people outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; It was the moment that you sometimes regret that you have your "gifts", because you experience what you're not ready to experienc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e yet. I  thought my mind  was playing tricks of me. I slowly turned my head towards the windows, with my eyes still closed. I regretted that because. I saw transparent figures of men and women, like smoke. they seemed like completely dressed figures, with legs, torsos, arms,  and hands, necks, heads, and what seemed like hair on top of their heads. But their faces were truly horrific - they were in pain,  agonizing, begging, and some of them had disfigured features. All of their eyes were empty sockets. One face was very significant to me: he was a young boy, and he became relevant because he was  sticking his face to the window near my face. He was "looking" at me, and we were almost face-to-face. I turned my head towards the door and some of "them" had their heads sticking out of the door's, corners, like peeping children. I was terrified and I pulled my head back towards the altar and pressed my eyes tightly closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          When the song ended and we made the sign of the cross, I opened my eyes and looked at the windows and doors. There was no one there. We were all inside the room and there was no one outside. I sighed with relief that we had finally finished the Rosary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          All of a sudden,  two  of my  group mates fell faint,  their  hands and  feet ice cold. I immediately told my other group mates to straighten the  arms  and  legs  of the  two  and lay  their hands  over them while  praying the  Lord's  Prayer,  Hail  Mary, and Glory Be while I made the Sign of the Cross over the "openings" or "channels" on the forehead,  palm of the hands, and soles of the feet. They recovered moments later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          An elder medicine man came to our rescue. Before he entered the room he sprinkled water and salt on the windows and the door and made shooing gestures. He saw "them" too. The two who had fainted were given water to calm them down. Soon enough the night air settled to what it was before we started the  Rosary. I went outside  and I didn't  see any sign that  someone or something was there or that something untoward had happened. I asked some of my group mates if they experienced what I had experienced and saw what I saw. They nervously laughed, because they did experience the same thing and saw the strange beings. At first they thought that they were spectators or the neighbors looking in on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;         When we finally settled down and my two group mates had composed themselves, we asked them if they knew what happened. They didn't. All they could remember was singing the final song, crying without apparent reason, and a certain coldness creeping up their feet and backs. One of them said that she couldn't control herself from crying. The elder  who came to our rescue, Apo Ramil, said that they were not themselves at that time. He said that two of those from outside were able to enter the room and picked them as hosts. They wanted help to release them from the nothingness that they were in. He also said that we were  very fortunate the two gigantic angels were guarding our door. Had it not been for the angels, perhaps all of us would have been possessed. It would have been chaotic because some of those outside were not souls of the dead but evil spirits who wanted to destroy us and our faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          This didn't hinder me from praying again in that room, but this made me more aware that beings like them do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;source: True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 8,p9, by Marites Sierra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-1524842306017827759?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1524842306017827759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=1524842306017827759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/1524842306017827759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/1524842306017827759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/prayer-room.html' title='Prayer  Room'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-8060262657883759039</id><published>2007-10-09T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T03:39:41.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror story'/><title type='text'>Lost Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is a personal account of a ghost story that occurred over 10 years ago.  This  "true experience" firmly supported my theory that our departed loved ones can convey  messages through dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;             Back in 1989, being a fresh Psychology graduate, I landed a job in the personnel department in one of the government offices in Quezon City. A male co-worker, Jun, was11 years older than me. He became one of my friends  while working there. Jun was kind, loving, and romantic. He was the breadwinner of his family. His parents  and relatives liked me a lot. Being single and unattached, he courted me in 1990. I accepted his marriage proposal during the latter part of that year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                          My parents did not approve of our relationship and when the first quarter of 1991 came, my parents made me quit my job. My dad, being a military man, even threatened Jun to stay away from me. To make our long story short, I left my job. I lost track of Jun as I busied myself with the family business. Basically, I went on with my life and tried to forget about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;On the morning of June 2, 1994, I received a telegram from his aunt, saying that Jun had died the day before, June 1, 1994. Shocked, I crumpled the short note and hurriedly phoned his aunt  for confirmation.  She told me that when we parted,  Jun resigned  from his job and drunk  heavily  each day. He  neglected  his  health as well as his body. Pneumonia had caused his sudden death. "You know Jun. Everyday and up to his remaining hours,  all he ever wanted was to see you. During his final moments, while suffering from delirium, he even told us that he still loves you very much, "Jun aunt said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sadly, my parents wouldn't allow me to go to  his wake.  I  mourned quietly  inside  my room.  There even came a point  where I  convinced  myself  that he  wasn't dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                         On January 1995, just before my birthday, Jun visited me in a dream. I dreamed that I was inside a hospital room.  I was wearing a hospital gown and I was sitting at the foot of my bed. Jun suddenly appeared before me, clothed in bright lights. We communicated mentally. I told him it wasn't true that he was gone. He replied that I must accept the fact that he was already dead but it didn't mean that he was leaving me. "I will always be beside you, guarding you, "he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          I cried saying, "I'm sorry I didn't have the guts to fight for our relationship."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          He comforted and soothed me by shrouding me wit his  bright lights. The bliss I felt was interrupted by a voice calling his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          "It's time for me to go, "he told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          "But what about me?" I asked, tears in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          "I will be here for you always,"he replied,"and I will be waiting for you there. And don't ever forget that I love you very much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          After saying this, he vanished before my eyes. I woke up crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          After this incident, I began to accept his death. And whenever I'm depressed I feel his presence beside me. I know somewhere out there he's still waiting patiently for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;source: True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 8,p7,by Myra Cando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-8060262657883759039?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/8060262657883759039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=8060262657883759039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8060262657883759039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/8060262657883759039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/lost-love.html' title='Lost Love'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-7934909989651052916</id><published>2007-10-09T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T03:42:04.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror story'/><title type='text'>Early  Morning Stroll</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This happened when I attended the  last day  of vigil in La Union last summer. Ando and Jess were my friends, and their relative had just died. The wake was at their relatives' house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I visited my friends and paid my respects to their departed. We stayed in the house and swapped stories for many hours. By 2 a.m. , I was worried that my parents might look for me and I told my friends that I had to get home. They said not yet, pal, today's the last day. Come on, stay awhile. Go home later around four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;               "Ok, I'll stay but only until four because my parents would be looking for me. I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We got bored and sleepy, so we swapped stories to keep awake. After a while, we saw their relatives' jeep. The jeep was mainly used to carry pigs that will be sent to the slaughterhouse in town. Ando suggested going with them so that we can take a stroll in town. Jess and I both agreed, and we rode in the jeep to the town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We were dropped off at the town plaza and we told the driver to wait for us at the market. There were a few people in the plaza and, after walking a bit, we decided to go  the ocean,   which was just a few minutes'  walk away.  But to get  to the beach, we  had to go through a cemetery.  Along the street outside the cemetery, we saw a transparent figure of a man standing in the middle of the road. We couldn't see him clearly  because he was a bit far and it was dark. But from what we could tell, he had no face and the body seemed to be floating in mid-air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          "Pal, what is that?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;           "Yeah, what is that?" Jess also asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          " What else but a person?" Ando replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We continued to walk towards the figure. As we drew nearer, the figure crossed the street and entered a side street. As we  passed that side street, we glanced in that direction but didn't see anyone. We decided to go down  that side street.  It  was very quiet. It  was only  then that we realized  that it was early in the morning and we were inside the cemetery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;            We quickly went back to the market where the jeep was waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;source:True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 8,p6, by Juan Paolo de Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-7934909989651052916?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/7934909989651052916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=7934909989651052916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/7934909989651052916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/7934909989651052916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/early-morning-stroll.html' title='Early  Morning Stroll'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-4279642825033079706</id><published>2007-10-08T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T03:49:08.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror story'/><title type='text'>Bagat  (Shape-shifting demon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                             (Shape-shifting demon of the Visayans)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                  Mom was born and spent her youngeryears in Iloilo City. They were poor at that time, barely able to a full meal. She was about 7 years oldwhen this frightening tale  of her life happened. Mom was walking home from school with her younger sister Imeeand their older cousin Patricia. Imee and  Patricia  had fetched mom from school. It was about  6 p.m. and they decided to take a shortcut by walking through the tall stalks of sugarcane (sugarcane feilds). The night was only illuminated by the light of a crescent moon. As they walk through the sugarcane fields, they heard a rustling sound.&lt;br /&gt;                                  "Imee, did you hear that sound?"  mom asked.&lt;br /&gt;                                   "I'm not sure, but I think I'm having goose bumps. Come on, let's hurry home.&lt;br /&gt;      Suddenly the tall sugarcane stalks swayed  violently.  There  was no wind blowing. It was like someone or something had just passed through them. Then an unusually large, black carabao appeared in front of them, staring at them with its pitch black eyes. Mom acted quickly. She picked up a large rock  and threw it at the carabao. The carabao suddenly faded away. They froze in their tracks for a minute before resuming their walk home, still shaking with dread.&lt;br /&gt;              Hurrying home, they got out of the fields.  As  they walked  on the road they saw another  weird creature. It was a huge, black, snarling dog. Just  like the carabao, it was staring at them menacingly with its pitch black eyes. They thought they were complete goners.&lt;br /&gt;Then Patricia remembered an evil creature called the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bagat,&lt;/span&gt; told by the elderly  in the province.  The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bagat &lt;/span&gt;was said to be a shape-shifting demon or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aswang, &lt;/span&gt;commonly taking the form of animals and giving them  a devilish appearance. It kills its victims by possessing them or corrupting their souls. It's been said that people who encouter a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bagat&lt;/span&gt; develops severe trauma and die or suddenly vanish.&lt;br /&gt;                 "Didn't mama say that if you get lost, you take off your clothes and wear them inside out? Patricia said. They hurriedly took off their dresses and wore them inside out without looking at the monster. Then suddenly, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bagat &lt;/span&gt;vanished. Seeing their houseat the end of the road, they rushed to it and never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother called for an albularyo (shaman) to drive away the evil energy that was in the bodies of the three girls. From that time on they never walked in the fields again or stayed  up late at night. Not one of them ever dared to venture in the possessed sugarcane fields again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;source: True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 8,p4,by Stephen Robert Honorio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-4279642825033079706?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/4279642825033079706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=4279642825033079706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/4279642825033079706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/4279642825033079706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/bagat.html' title='Bagat  (Shape-shifting demon)'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-1139847941786326799</id><published>2007-10-05T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:18:59.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nganong dili man ko katog?</title><content type='html'>Tungod bani sa akong gibati? Daghan kaayu kog pangutana nga lisod tubagon,pero gipaningkamutan kalimtan nalang, ambot ba paminaw nako naa naman nako tanan gusto pero nganong paminaw nako mura mag naa pay kuwang .&lt;br /&gt;tungod bani sa akong konsensya? Sa nabuhat nako sa una? Gusto ko mupuyo og malinawn, kanang pagmata nimo dakong katawa ang musugat sa imo, ambot unsa nay oras karon pero wa paman ko batia og katog,mao ra gihapon mumata ko wa may magbag-o. Patia pud aning ingon ani noh? Wa man ko kasabot kung unsa nang iyang gibati para nako kung gihimu ra raba ko niya og panakip butas sa iyang uyab sa una,.Dili nalang siguro na nako huna hunaon, basig nasayup ra diay ko.&lt;br /&gt;Dugaya pud mubuntag oi, nga daghan pa kaayo kog lihukunon. Matug sako kadali may pagmata nako dako kog agi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-1139847941786326799?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1139847941786326799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=1139847941786326799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/1139847941786326799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/1139847941786326799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/10/nganong-dili-man-ko-katog.html' title='Nganong dili man ko katog?'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-2236928520947166218</id><published>2007-09-29T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T23:58:11.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>our comfort room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/Rv8aVViWiCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I-yPpvAAjRI/s1600-h/PICT0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/Rv8aVViWiCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I-yPpvAAjRI/s200/PICT0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115836655576975394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is like a toilet now, coz i am just starting, and i am trying to learn what is it about, its dirty and not ineresting right?&lt;br /&gt;Looks like this c.r. is empty, its just like me ...but theres nothing to worry about i will make it beautiful as me hahaha (but its true) by the way i am hungry its time to cook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-2236928520947166218?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/2236928520947166218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=2236928520947166218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/2236928520947166218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/2236928520947166218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-comfort-room.html' title='our comfort room'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/Rv8aVViWiCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I-yPpvAAjRI/s72-c/PICT0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020718779904407978.post-1998498415524766209</id><published>2007-09-24T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T23:58:11.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>modeling</title><content type='html'>Trying to be a model&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/RviFmFiWh_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7KQoceUTTW0/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/RviFmFiWh_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7KQoceUTTW0/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020718779904407978-1998498415524766209?l=angieloulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1998498415524766209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020718779904407978&amp;postID=1998498415524766209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/1998498415524766209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020718779904407978/posts/default/1998498415524766209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieloulife.blogspot.com/2007/09/modeling.html' title='modeling'/><author><name>Thata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03808745124921064164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/angelouescolano/RxCL2liWiKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XffJotGcjNo/tata.jpg?imgmax=400'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r86q11bcNZA/RviFmFiWh_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7KQoceUTTW0/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
