<?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-3535240099036323604</id><updated>2012-02-11T23:08:31.299-08:00</updated><category term='impromtu taglish post'/><category term='deep submerge.'/><category term='thirty-second poem'/><category term='hallmark-ikli po'/><category term='deep emotion'/><title type='text'>shamashu</title><subtitle type='html'>"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-1888857077211926999</id><published>2010-09-15T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:38:10.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new post</title><content type='html'>tara lets na tayo sa bago at fresh na domain ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;www.mainintangulo.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-1888857077211926999?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/1888857077211926999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=1888857077211926999&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/1888857077211926999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/1888857077211926999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-post.html' title='new post'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-5189449250449907612</id><published>2009-07-15T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:24:58.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mwah to all!</title><content type='html'>Damn, I missed blogging , it’s been a while since I last posted my kachorvahan sa ‘net. And daming nagbago pero ganun pa dn. Wala pa ding pera at broken hearted pa din after 4 ill-gotten relationships. Kaasar no, walang nagbago, sa tinagal tagal ng paghahanap ko ng matinding lovelife, nakow, ganito pa din ang resulta ng survey ng puso—ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo kung ano pa namiss ko, ang magcheck ng blogs ng iba. Ang una kong binasa ang yung blog ni Zai, grabe ang tagal na nilang magjowa ng booboo nya, at take note ah 32 months na ung latest “oldest post” check ko. Ako kaya kelang ako magbibilang ng months ng relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sobrang daming nangyari, lahat sila gusto ko ng isulat, sunod sunod ang “series of unfortunate events” ng life ko. Syempre din a bago ang series din ng heartbreaks.  Namiss ko ang mga friends ko dito, wag ka ah, nagsilbing guide din ang blog ko para hanapin ang sarili ko(naks ang corni ko pa din no?!). I guess I’ll be updating my blog soon. At dadalasan ko na ito.Sana, mabilis naman kong magtype eh. Mga 5 a day siguro ang idedevote kong time for blogging, Nakow, puro ako salita, gawin ko na nga lang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After francis, nakalimutan ko na ang mga naging x ko. Naalala ko na lang ung latest na porn star na tagapangasinan na umutang ng P300 at ng makuha ang pera ay din a nagparamdam muli. Ayos diba, sa halagang pang starbucks ko, nagawa nyang lisanin ang trust ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O shala, kever muna ang dami ko pang babasahi. Syempre, forever interested ako sa mga whereabouts ng blogfriends ko, ang kanilang lovelife na mausbong pa sa orchid at ang kanilang witty blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Anu na kaya balita kila dave, mak ang jom. Haha. Patay tayo kay jom mukang lightyears ko bago ko mabasa ng tuluyan ang kanyang mga akda simula January. Tambak ako ng updates na kelangan gawin. Sobrang naoverwhelm ako kasi sa dumating ng “blessing” sa akin lately(positive thinking pa ako nyan kaya in quotation marks ang drama). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namiss ko kayong lahat ng nasa post ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ung iba na gusto kong mabasang blog. Wala na….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-5189449250449907612?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/5189449250449907612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=5189449250449907612&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/5189449250449907612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/5189449250449907612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2009/07/mwah-to-all.html' title='Mwah to all!'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-4038692070756528015</id><published>2009-01-22T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:43:02.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roberto jesus</title><content type='html'>Kala mo 2008 ay tapos na, nakow, may mga last threads pa ng mga heartbreaks ang nagpabigla sa iyo. Ang mga latest na salarin: sila ryan, rj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinitipid ko pa nga ang mga boys na yan kasi nga kapag naubos na si gian, patay na, mahirap na namang magscreen ng mga potential applicants.  Si Ryan, hehe, pede ng idiscard, fubu yun eh. May booking sana kami  nuon last Wednesday pero din a natuloy, may pasok kasi daw sya. Ok fine sa loob loob ko, It’s not my lost naman eh(or his).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinadaan ko na nga lang sa pagoovertime sa work ang mga heartbreaks na to eh. Si ryan di naman talaga heartbreak since wala naman akong interest sa kanya romantically. So there,tapos na ang ryan monologue ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito na si rj…tadaaa! Halos magdadalawang buwan na kaming magkadate eh, flirt-an sa txt at kapag nagkikita sa mall eh todo dikit kami sa isat isa. Alam mo kung anung nagpaapekto sa akin kay rj, ganito kasi yun, last year mga December sinabihan nya ako na he likes me. Ako naman ok fine, let’s get to know each other tapos minsan labas tayo. Yun na nga, pumayag naman syang lumabas kami,nagkita pa kami nuon sa SM Bacoor eh, dinayo ko talaga yung lugar para magkita lang kami. Typical na date lang. cine. Kain. Holding hands. Mga ganun. Parang “kami” na kung nagcine kami, hinawakan nya ang kamay ko-nagholding hands kami inshort.  At kahit na may mga dumadaan sa may sinehan at tinitingnan kami, wala lang kaming pakialam. Napakalakas ng “aura” ko nuon sa tao. Nagshoot up ang aking egometer at confidence, kasi wafu si rj, siguro nadaan ko sa inner beauty ang pag wow sa kanya. Tapos nilamig daw sya, ako naman kasi may jacket, pinahiram ko sa kanya, at habang nakakumot sya ng jacket ko, tuloy pa din sa paghoholding hands.  Kinakagat na nga nya yung mga daliri ko eh. I find it amusing kasi ang cute nyang tingnan habang nanggigil sya sa akin. At nung may pumuwestong mga kupals sa taas ng inuupuan namen, napagpasyahan naming bumili muna ng ice cream. Hehe. Talagang ice cream kasi yun ang deal namen eh. Selecta family pack ang binili namen, tigisang kutsara pa kami nuon while making subo to each other. Ang sweet nga eh. Then sa gitna ng ice cream suboan session, naghalikan kami, grabe di marunong humalik si ri, pero ok lang, it’s the tot dat counts naman eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumabas na kami ng cine na sobrang happy. Parang kami na kasi eh. Gusto ko yung parati nya akong pinapalapit sa kanya, inaakbayan nya ako, tapos naglalakad kaming nassa err..bilbil ko ang mga kamay nya. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ganun lang pala yun. Kasi nuong una palang eh alam ko na sinabi nya sa akin na di sya ready sa relationship, ako naman si “let’s give it a try” na tao, nagrisk ako na baka magbago pa ang isip nya. Nung papaalis na ako dahil may pasok pa ako, hinatid nya ako sa sakayan papuntang zapote tapos flying kisses ang drama. Then nagtext sya na sorry kasi nga daw di pa sya ready blah blah blah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagdate kami ulet mga ilang araw pa lang nakakalipas, bagong payday kasi ako eh Naulet ang ice cream moments. Ang kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ganun na lang talaga eh. Wag ko na lang ipilit. Di pa daw sya ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madami pang nangyari inbetween eh. yung pagbili ko ng gamot sa kanya ng wala syang pera. yung pagbigay ng pera para makahanap sya ng trabaho(na babayaran naman daw nya kapag nagkawork na, yung bj scene namen sa cinehan while watching Bedtime stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami daming nangyari. Hanggang ganun na lang ba yun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-4038692070756528015?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/4038692070756528015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=4038692070756528015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4038692070756528015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4038692070756528015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2009/01/roberto-jesus.html' title='Roberto jesus'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-7805565644579216139</id><published>2008-11-28T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:26:48.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aeros</title><content type='html'>Akalain mo nga naman no, niyaya kitang magmit nung isang linggo pero di mo ako tinanggihan, putcha sa wafu mong yan ang dami mong boyfriend pero napili mo pa ding i meet ako kahit gabing gabi na. Matakaw ka nga eh. dami mong nakaing jobee nung nilibre kita, amf, parati naman pala kitang libre no?! haha. Tatlong beses na tayong nagmit for this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati nagsasabihan na tayo na tayo since we like each other naman sa txt, magiging "tayo" na kapag nagmit, pero nung nagkita tayo sa southmall para manuod ng cine, na syempre ako ang taya kasi 3rd year nursing student ka pa lang, niyaya mo lang ako for an seb.  Sabi mo pa nga sa akin na medyo kakasawa na ang magboyfriend kasi papalit palit ka lang naman, isa pa, inaaway mo kasi ang mga jowa mo. Kahit kaw ang may kasalanan, hala, warla mode ka pa din. Bitch ka na kung Bitch, pero inamin mo din naman sa akin na ganun ka talaga ka--pasaway. Pero ako isa lang ako sa mga dami na mga kakilala mo na nakakaintindi at nakakatolerate sa ugali mo, eh ganun ang tingin ko weh, at least nasasabi ko na "ako lang ang para sa iyo." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo na kapag dumadaan ka na nakaporma, tinitingnan ka ng tao kasi bukod sa wafu ka, balbun ka pa at may contact lenses pa, putcha blue yun eh. Ang ganda nga na mata kapag tinitingnan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko tuloy, nung nanuod tayo ng cine, naghalikan tayo.  Pakiramdam ko ang hava ng hair ko nun kasi sabi mo di ka humahalik sa mga taong di mo buddy.  So may puntos na din ako for you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko nga eh, nasasabi ko sa txt na gustong gusto kita pero sa personal, kapag nandyan ka na, wala na...di ko na masabi kung ganu kita gustong maging bf. Alangan din naman ako weh, syempre may ego din naman akong pinangangalagaan.  In short, kung maari, ayaw kong ireject mo ako. Sabi mo mas ok na din kung friend na muna tayo, friends with benefits. Aray ko, sabi ko...ganun lang yon?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putek, itetext mo lang ako kung nangangati ka, ganun na nga ba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pa pala, sinabihan mo ako na dapat fashionista ako...kasi nga mga "bi" tayo. At dun daw kilala ang mga bading..ok sabi ko, at sinabi mo din sa akin na "try mo minsang magayos"--nakow po, tumbling, wala akong alam pagdating sa pagiging "fashionista."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingnan mo, pati sa blog ko nahihiya pa akong aminin: alam kong madami kang naging x na sobrang wafu, at wala akong panama sa kanila, pero kapag gusto mo na ng "substance over quantity", nandito lang naman ako. Intay kita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-7805565644579216139?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/7805565644579216139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=7805565644579216139&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7805565644579216139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7805565644579216139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/11/aeros.html' title='Aeros'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-7885719708579835952</id><published>2008-11-02T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:33:27.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time after time</title><content type='html'>Pedeng magpalit naman tayo ng status, pede bang ikaw naman yung maghabol, pede bang tumuntong ako sa sitwasyon mo ngayon, para kasing ang saya mo eh. Palit naman tayo ng buhay kahit isang araw lang, imamaximize ko ang use mo, wag kang magalala. Tingnan ko lang ko mas magiging lovable ba ako sa tingin ng ibang tao kapag ako na ikaw. Kahet minsan lang no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Akala ko pa naman ang tapang ko pagdating sa ganito, heto na naman, after 8 failed attempts sa romance siguru dapat kong baguhin ang style ko, dapat siguro mas swabe ang dating. Mas relaxed. Para kasi ata akong killer kung nagyayayang magdate eh, baka muka lang talaga akong killer. Come on, eight failed attempts sa romance, sino bang di panghihinaan ng loob nun?!. Anung strategy kaya ang dapat I set next time?  Siguro dapat mag put kaya ako ng mga fake profiles sa net then maging “sila” for the next few months then I lure sila sa aken, then itrap ko sila. Talk 'bout showing your true colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos si francis di na ako kinakausap, la na sigurong chance for a second try. Namimiss ko tuloy sya. Nakarma siguro ako sa ginawa kong panggagago sa kanya. Eto ako ngayun isplattered na ebak. Sino naman ba ang next? San na ako pupunta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung pede lang magpalit ng pagkatao, at least kinopya ko na ang personality at features ni benjie, at least yung lovable, madaling makahanap ng magmamahal. Sa labanan ngayun, puro ideals na ang competisyon, wala pa akong maioofer sa kanila bukod sa “true love” at “confidence.” Tang’na sana maymagalok ng true love sa akin. Yung tipong magiging proud ako. Sa pinuntahang Geb kagabi, puro sila mga past lovers ang topic. Ayun naanod ako kasi di ako nakasabay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito na naman po tayo. Try ulet ng romance. Mahahanap din yan. Di ko siguro year ngayun. Sana next year iba na hatol ni cupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have a need to feel special too”-Special/Janet Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-7885719708579835952?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/7885719708579835952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=7885719708579835952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7885719708579835952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7885719708579835952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-after-time.html' title='Time after time'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-4123285874641577298</id><published>2008-10-08T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:11:10.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser</title><content type='html'>Losses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets’ count the ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I’ve broken up with Francis since I don’t want the idea of having sex with another person while he is still involved with me romantically, I kind of(read: KINDA) regret the idea because there isn’t anyone to fill in his part. I lost him. October 28the was the day I texted him that it’s over. Now I’m blue and all alone and single and December is fast approaching and there’s the idea o being single again for a long time before another one bites the dust (my dust). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s cvr. Goodbye to you. I was kicked out of the program because of “multiply ncns incidents.”  I loved cvg like a boyfriend. Its building became my second home, second nature. I’ll miss its internal arctic temperatures, its people, and my friends. And best of all I’ll definitely miss the ever-disposable paper towels. I only have a bunch to mop my face. No more of them! Of course, I miss my friends to; I believe it’s time for me to na rin, but then again like my first relationship, I didn’t take care of the relationship. What a failure. But I’m ready to face it all again. So what’s next in line for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-4123285874641577298?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/4123285874641577298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=4123285874641577298&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4123285874641577298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4123285874641577298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/10/loser.html' title='Loser'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-5744245343219184357</id><published>2008-09-30T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:37:29.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swallowed everything in full</title><content type='html'>Heto na naman maglolook back sa mga sinasabing pagbabago pero hanggang ngayun walang nagbago sa mga pagrarason at kalibugan ko. Walang sense no. Sabi ko kasi na di ako ang taong makikipaglaro pagdating sa larangan ng pagibig. Tingnan mo naman ako ngayun, si Francis, na ang taong wala akong masabi na kasamaan ay “parang niloko” ng makipagbreak sa kanya  for Jl aka “greener pasture.” Tapos nung nagdate kame kahapon sa southmall eh parang di ko naman sya ganun ka feel. Parang natakaw tingin lang ako sa ideya ng boyfriendship, ganun pala yun no. kala ko pa naman napakamagical ng magiging lovestory ko pero di pala. Walang espesyal sa pagkakaron ng bf, para lang kayong taong pedeng magkiss at magdo ng may consent mutually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dali ko talagang magsawa, may mga ganun talagang tao no, napakainsatiable. Tapos isa pa pala yung”moral” ko na di ako makikipagdo sa mga prospects ko dahil exclusive ang relationship namen kuno, eh mainvite lang ako sa seb eh kahit puyat at pagod ako eh nakakapag provide ako ng pangmotel,  ganun talaga ata ako kalibog. Gusto ko lang muna puro sex, walang hang-ups. Walang commitment.  Walang problema. Di insatiable si sex kaya halos araw araw ay may craving ako dito.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang ang postponed seb namen ni aeros, nakaset na ang lahat sana eh, magpapareserve na nga ako sa eurotel ng room eh, pero di natuloy kasi intayin ko daw sya sa school after 7 pm, eh may pasok ako kinaumagahan at ayaw ko ng maulet ang susp ko dahil sa ncns after ng sex scene naming ni francis, kaya ayun, tumanggi muna ako, At syempre si aeros ay isang super bitch, puro dada naman sa txt ang naabot ko. Tapos after a while bati na ulet kame, Minsan magulo yun. Topakin kumbaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa naman tong si iliac, syet, ok meet, sa perpetual Molino ko daw sya intayin mga 8pm kasi may mga school responsibilities pa sya na dapat tapusin. Papayag na sana akong malate sa work kinaumagana dahil sa pagod at puyat eh, Dakota daw kasi yung taong yun, abot 7inches ang kargada, mataba pa daw, napangiti ako sa ideya na magiging happy meal ang kainan namen nito sa sogo.  Mind you, nagovertime pa ako sa office para makakuha ng mga sodexho passes para yun na lang ang ipambyad ko sa mga motel pero di ko nasigurado kung tinatanggap nila yun. Basta talaga kalibugan, willing akong magsakripisyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayun, play muna ako. Time ko naming lumandi na eh. I have evolved. I’ve learned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-5744245343219184357?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/5744245343219184357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=5744245343219184357&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/5744245343219184357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/5744245343219184357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/09/swallowed-everything-in-full.html' title='Swallowed everything in full'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-8798358797805034539</id><published>2008-08-29T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:10:19.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August. Things that happened</title><content type='html'>August 2: Burol ni dad ni Thad, ito sana ang ultimate geb for the clan eh. Burol slash group meet for the entire clan members. Kalandian ko pa dito si Mark, grabe, pakiramdam ko napakaindemand ako dahil parati akong pinapansin ni fafi mark. hehe pero naging malamig ako sa kanya kasi kabebreak lang nya sa Jowa nya. ayaw ko namang maging rebound guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 13: Shet dito ka magpapaturok sa braso para kumuha ng dugo at tumuwad sa harap ng isang hottie doctor para ixaminin kung may hernia ka. Wala na akong kever pagdating sa ganito, dati syang kyeme factor para sa akin, pano ba naman kasi, yung doctor minsan sobrang hottie(pede ba doc gatasan nyo prostate ko po, kasi anu weh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug15; haha! ito ang pinaka"turning point" ng finance ko for the week ahead. Gash napagastos kame ni jerome ng 5.4k, nilibre naman namin kasi yung dalawa pa naming kaibigan eh. Crustacia ang pangalan ng restaurant, ATC, buti na lang kame lang yung tao sa restaurant, hehe. Para akong hihimtayin nung nakita namen yung bill. Ang mga order namen: apat na crab order na ibat iba ang pagkaluto, isang tom yum soup(na swabe sa sarap) bottomless ice tea, tapos isang hot tea, siguro may bayad yung lemon na pinagkiskisan ko ng kamay at yung hot towel. Mahal kasi eh. Pero babalik pa kami dun ulet. Mga once a month siguro. Basta masatisfy lang yung craving for seafoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 16: nakipagmeet sa mga clan membersa sa SM Bacoor. DInala ko pa dito yung librong Brusko Pink dahil kailangan ni Daniel. At kasama naman ni Francis ang isang taong bigla na lang sumulpot habang naglalaro sya ng arcade. Ayun apat kame, chit chat. kumain sa chowking at nanuod ng cine. Hinawakan ni Francis ang kamay kong malamig for the first time habang nanunuond ng The mummy, na di ko na namalayan kung anung istorya dahil sa emo factor ng holding hands while watching sine.Mga 1.5k ang nagastos ko dun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 18: Let you Uriko day. Haay dito nya sinabi sa akin ng friend ko na kailangan ko ng ilet go si U dahil futile ang mga attempt ko pagdating sa pag woo sa kanya. DI nga nagwork. Pero we remain cordial about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUg 20:Ot ako til 5am: After a bangag factor(inuman sa foodshop sa tapat ng munisipyo) at wala pang tulog at malamang nangangamoy alak, dumeretso ako sa work na pulang pula ang tenga at muka at mukang nakadrugs dahil sa dalawang shot lang ng emperador. Di ako tumitingin sa mga nakakasalubong ko para di halata. Buti na lang wala ang tl ko kundi malamang sabon ako dun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 19: Da day uriko left. ito na,sinabi nya sa akin na nagbalikan sila ng x nya. Ok so di ako ang pinili nya so di let go. Til now, kasi nagaway kami ni uriko after this incident, di na ako pinapansin ni uriko, I miss talking to him bout his past life, what not's and whatever's that would come into his life. Uriko, Im sorry too. Im really really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang naging highlight ng papatapos na Month ng August. Madami pa sigurong significant ang pedeng mangyari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's more. nag sogo kame ni fafi francis for three  hours. and three hours din kaming naglovemaking, at di ako nakapasok sa work dahil dun. hinanghina ako at nanlalambot ang tuhod. At least magandang exercise yun. kaw ba naman ang top eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta I love Francis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-8798358797805034539?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/8798358797805034539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=8798358797805034539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8798358797805034539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8798358797805034539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-things-that-happeded.html' title='August. Things that happened'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-1687366447031678559</id><published>2008-08-16T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:05:13.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uriko-chan</title><content type='html'>Uriko chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkakilala tayo sa txt nung aug 6th, nagkapalagayan ng loob at nagkaalamn ng kanya kanyang story kung bakit tayo nandito sa clan.  Ikaw yung taong unang tinetxt ko bago matulog at pagkatapos magwork. Ikaw din yung taong mablis magreply. At nagustuhan ko iyon. Sabi mo pate, na 35 years old ka na at nagwowork sa cvg ortigas for citigroup(ata hehe), comportable kang kausapin ako kasi siguro dahil alam mong harmless ako(isa pang hehe). At ng tinopak ako minsan, biniro pa gna kita na siguro tawag ng mga jowa mo sayo ay "papa" nagalit ka nun.. pero sabi mo nagtampo lang kas naglalambing ka at ako naman, binara pa kita. Nagsorry ako dun, ayaw ko kasing makagalit ng tao.  So ok na tayo dun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakavague na ng idea ko kung bakit tayo nagkaron ng interes sa isa't isa.  Pero wait, hmmmm. Ahh, alam ko na. nagtext ka sa akin tungkol sa pagiging lonely mo at pagiging down mo kasi pala may sakit ka sa puso at sa bato. Tinanong kita kung ano ang nakikita mo sa sarili mo 30 from now, at ang sabi mo "patay na."  Nalungkot ako sa ideya na mamamtay ka na, kasi im trying to know you more. "To know you more" parati ko atang nababanggit kasi di naman pedeng "I love you forevermore" na ang drama ko. May isang insidente na nakapagtext ka sa aking ng mga messages na parang di ikaw ang gumawa, kinabahan ako kasi akala ko nagtitrip ka lang eh. Sabi mo pa nga "can you not love me?" At as usual ang response ko ay "trying to know you more" para di halatang gustong gusto na kita nuon. Ang saya ng pakiramdam na a person is looking forward to your attention, pero nabadtrip ako nung sinabihan ako ng friend ko na nagtitrip ka lang kasi parang walang consistensy ang mga "sweet" texts mo, pinaniwalaan ko si friend since may experience na sya sa mga ganito. Since wala pa akong experience sa mga panloloko,ibinigay ko ang phone ko kay patrick at sya ang nagtext na "I dn't play mind games, go away."  Eh ayaw pa kitang pakawalan nun kahet parang nanggagago ka na sa mga txt. Pero para naman kasing totoo ang mga sinasbi mo eh, na there is a chance for me to love you. Kaya lang, di muna kita nireplayan ng ilang messages para di naman lumaki ang ego mo, sabi ko.  Pero after a day, pinagtapat mo na wala kang naalala sa mga text mo since nagiging emotional monster ka kapag nakakaamoy ng alak, Dapat sinabi ko na mahal na mahal na kita kahit di pa kita nakikita eh no, di mo naman kasi maaalala eh! hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinabi mo na nakipagmeet ka kay...shet nakalimutan ko na name nya. Pero yun na nga, ang hanap ng kamit mo ay seb. Tinanggihan mo sya at sabi mo di sa kanya na di ka ganung tao, naimpress ako ng todo, at nagshoot up ang mahal-ko-na-ang-taong-to meter! Ganun ang hanap ko, yung di nakikipag seb. At ikaw yung taong nagtanggol sa akin ng "sinisiraan tayo" ng kamit mo. Sabi mo nga kumukulo ang dugo mo kapag nagggm sya tungkol sa iyo at sa akin eh.  Proud na proud ako sa isip ko dahil walang taong nagsabi sa akin nun, kahit kaibigan. Napakanewbie ko talaga dito pagdating sa love no, pero tribute ko to saiyo dahil isa kang totoong tao.  Isang standout sa lahat ng mga globe numbers na nasa cp ko, at isang maginoong tao na handang ipagtanggol ang mga nangaapi sa mga "mahal nya"(shaider? kaw ba yan?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito na...sumama na ang pakiraamdam mo at tinext mo ako. Syempre talagang nagalala ako kasi ayaw kong mapano ka, ikaw naman tong si Mr. Icantakecareofmyself, sabi mo ok kalang. Pero sa totoo, di ka ok, remember sumugod ka sa ospital magisa mga 10am dahil hinanghina ka na at masakit ang dibdib kakaubo. Gustong gusto talaga kitang samahan since parang wala namang mawawala kung i present myself to you eh, pero ang wala, pera(naka ng!!)At nagpakulo pa lalo ng dugo ko ay ung fact na sinumbatan ka pa ng ex mo sa kotse dahil di ka daw nagreklamo sa inefficiency ng ospital. At lalong napamura ako ng Tangina ng sinabi mo na bumaba ka sa kotse ng x mo, at nasa gitna ng middle of nowhere at di alam kung saan pupunta.  Sabi ko pa nga "may stomach sya na gawin yun seo?!" At parati kong inuupdate ang sarili ko kung nasan ka na kasi nga sa sitwasyon mo, text text kita madalas. At isang text mo na ikinadurog ng puso ko ay "wala lang, comtemplating." Akala ko suicidal ka na ulet. Na tense ako lalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil gabi na din yun, naiwan kita at natulog na ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang araw lang nung sinabihan kita ng feelings ko, na gusto kita and you "find me interesting" too. Pero sabi mo wag nating ipilit kasi time will come na magiging tayo din, parang un ang context ng sinabi mo eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagselos pa nga ako ng naggroup message si kiddo na magkita daw kayo sa 15 kasi ung ang ipinwamis mo sa kanya. Sa loob loob ko, huh, may ibang karir si "dadi"(oo, dadi ang tawag ko seo sa mundo ko, pero di ko pedeng sabihin sa iyo yun kasi baka maoffend ka na naman), pero nagpakatibay ako, sabi ko, maybe matagal na nyang friend yun. And tama nga ako, sabi mo kasi na parang younger brother ang turing mo sa kanya. Tuwa naman ako, so walang ibang karir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto na, nung ibinalita mong hinatid ka ng x mo sa hospital ng maysakit ka, parang nakaramdam ako ng di maganda kasi biglang pumasok sa isip ko na magkakabalikan pa ata kayo. tama pala, nagtxt ka kanina lang tungkol dun at ito ang mga pinagusapan naten:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uriko: Nate, I dont know how to tell you peo kami na ult ng x ko, sobrang kumplikado mabilis ,c i dn't want to hurt you by saying dis to you bt i don't want to hurt u either kiping ds to myself and making fool, am really really sory cgru d mu pa aq maiintindihan sa ngayun pero in tym u wil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate:dont wori bout me, I didn't take it personally, I just hope u did the ryt thing bec i was looking forward to forever loving you. Francis...we dated kahapun, coz I know that u will say that, parang premonition na magkakabalikan keo. Did I even cross ur line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uriko:Ur not mad at me? So nuon pa man ay may unawaan na kau ni francis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate: I can understand and im not mad. That's all I can give now. Pero No, we don't have a thing going on b4,  nagmit up lang then sparks fly ng nagkita na kame.  Bt i guess u can't see me so i have to let you go.I was dreaming with you. I was devastated to know the news. i have so much love to goive 4 u but then again, another person will love you from now on, I'm honest, understanding, loving,compassionate and mature--most of the things whch you are looking for . And your'e honest too. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uriko: tnx so mch 4 ur great understanding i rili appreciate that.. yes ur ryt ur ideal and ayaw k ipagkait sau ang layang yiukol yan sa iba coz i want to be fair wid yu and i want u to be happy as well. D saddest part s dat i will nt be a part of dat happiness coz of the crcmstances am in ryt nw at ayaw kta madamay dun...4 d luv of y am willing to sacrifice my own hapines nate dats y am doing this...am really srry nate, I really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate: i won't understand in time but that time has come today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uriko:I wish u and francis d best of everything nate and it's from da bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate: I know. So u and ur x and francis and I. balancd lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uriko: talagang mukhang d mu aq mis ah? wala man lang kis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate: hay nakow. x send ka!! Foul!!&lt;br /&gt;Nate: bawal na yun sa may jowa na!wahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uriko: smiley(ung letter U na may tuldok sa taas) nate, ur wonderful gr8 mind and you go beyond wonders. i wis ol d best n dis world 4 u and ur family ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate; uo naman! waknaman ganyan, para awng may tribute eh, pang kuya germs yun eh.&lt;br /&gt;Nate: and im going to blog bout u uriko just for keeps. sabhin ko seo kung napost na para mabasa mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uriko: Am looking forward to that nate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me feel very special. This is for YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys, the drought is over..FRANCIS AND I IS NOW A COUPLE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-1687366447031678559?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/1687366447031678559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=1687366447031678559&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/1687366447031678559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/1687366447031678559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/08/uriko-chan.html' title='Uriko-chan'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-9039929660782548435</id><published>2008-08-16T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T19:02:33.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A time has come today</title><content type='html'>A time has come today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko,d i ko alam kung ano at sino ang pipiliin. At medyo mahirap ang sitwasyon. Dalawa silang dapat kong piliin. Actually, isa lang, si francis pa lang ang nakita ko sa personal nag"meetup" nga kame sa sm bacoor eh, at ligaw na naman ako dahil dalawa pala ang sm sa may cavite area. at isang sakay lang ang pagitan ng dalawang mall. Pero mas romantic na tao si uriko, nagtetext kame medyo madalas din, part din sya ng grupong sinalihan ko.  Mas gusto ko si uriko dahil una, mature na sya pagdating sa relationship, at pangmatagalan, pero pangmatagalan naman din naman si francis eh, di nga lang sweet kapag sa text kaya parang "namanhiran" ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si uriko, minsan nagtetext ng mga bagay tungkol sa buhay nya, minsan nakakailang pero ako ang nagtanong eh, ayun, nasabi nya na ang una nyang First True Love ay isang brazilian deaf, nakilala nya ito nung sya'y 16 years old pa lang, naglast sila ng 4 years pero namatay yung brazilian nyang bf sa cancer sa age na 22.  Napaiyak pa nga ako sa kinuwento nya eh, kasi yung singsing na binigay sa kanya ng x nyang yun ay nasa daliri nya pa rin hanggang ngayun, At last year lang nya isinabog ang ashes nito sa farm nila sa laguna. Hanggang ngayun napapaiyak pa din ako sa istorya nya. Naging suicidal daw sya after ng incident. Pero nung tatalon na daw sya sa mataas na lugar para magpakamatay, may bumalita sa kanya na buntis daw ang kanyang x gf. And nagsimula syang magbago from a warfreak to a "normal" soul nung dumating ang daughter nya. Hiwalay na sya sa asawa pero, friends naman sila. At ung anak at asawa nya ay nasa Canada.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uriko. March 27 ang birthday nya, nagwowork sa cvg ortigas at mahilig sa bloodyroar(uriko ang binigay na nickname ng brazilian bf nya sa kanya dahil sa larong Bloodyroar.  Gusto ko ngang sabihin na "ay aries ka din, bagay pala tayo...ako march 21!!!  He is a person that wants security, nangingilatis  talaga sya ng personality, may tinext pa nga sya na i describe ko daw ang face ko intricately kasi dun daw malalaman kung gaano ka romantic ang isang tao, di ko naman nagawa.Although na describe ko naman yung detail, di sya pumasa sa standard ni "dadi"(ung ang tawag ko sa kanya sa isip ko pero di ko sinasabi kasi nagalit nung jinoke ko sya tungkol sa age nya eh). Dapat daw "intricately." Gusto ko ngang itext na "I have a good pair of eyes that pierces the soul of saddened individuals" pero baka kilabutan sya sa kakornihan ko, so di ko na ginawa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nya, that wag daw naming ipilit ang mga sitwasyon. Sinabihan ko na kasi sya ng feelings ko at di naman sya nag abstain sa offer ko pero dapat daw wag ipilit kasi di maganda. May point sya, kung ako ang mapipili nya eventually, ako ang mageemerge sa pack ng mga suitors nya, sabi pala nya di day ineentertain ang mga flirty come on's, mga sleazy invites, sa txt since di naman daw sya ganun. He is not into hookups. And may place na daw ako sa heart nya. So ok, "i was put on hold" sabi ko sa sarili ko. Pero, i need to understand that I cannot push someone to love me back.  Naintindihan ko na yung part na yun.  Sweet daw ako at caring. And he cares that much to me as well daw.  Naalala ko pa nga nung sinabi ko na inaway ako ng isang member, tapos sabi nya na ulitin lang daw ang ginawa ni ******* sa akin at babalik ang pagkabasagulero nya. *Kilig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan tinext nya ako "be kinakarir ako ni ***** o" shet naging weak ang knees ko dun. hehe. BE? parang Beybi, ganun ba? Sinupress ko na lang ang gigil ko kaya sinabi k na lang na "you know where I stand when it comes to flirting, I trust you on that."  Napaka confident ng sagot kung yun, di nya alang alam an i have doubts on myself then If I want to continue knowing him or not.  Sabi nya na we can meet new people so sabi nya na ok lang daw ang "meetup" namin ni francis na pinagtapat ko sa kanya, not unless daw di talaga meetup ang habol ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustong gusto ko si uriko but francis is already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more time to decide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-9039929660782548435?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/9039929660782548435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=9039929660782548435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/9039929660782548435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/9039929660782548435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-has-come-today.html' title='A time has come today'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-6914189046082922808</id><published>2008-08-10T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:04:56.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As tagged by...</title><content type='html'>Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are supposed to do...&lt;br /&gt;and please don't spoil the fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click copy/paste, type in your answers and tag four people in your lists! Don't forget to change the answers to the questions with that of your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Four places I go over and over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan: sm southmall. sobrang himay ko na ata ang mall na to at kapag kapag bored ako, storyland ang punta. syempre arcade. naging buhay ko ata ang arcade sa loob ng 2 taon oi! at kapag gustong maginternet, punta ako sa cw lifestyle cafe. at sa sobrang sanay na nga ako dito sa sm, pati mga dating location ng mga kiosks na nagsara na ay kabisado ko pa rin. ata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two: Alabang town center: kapag bored na sa sm sawth, instinctively, dito ang punta ko. ang daming "nameng" eye candies dito(LOL) sa starbucks lalo. ang diretso ng paa ko dun: powerbooks, national. arcade at cine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twee: greenbelt. ang ganda kasi ng place napaka cozy at ang ganda ng timezone nila dun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four: robinsons ermita. para sa aking monthly dose of gay indies at dito rin kasi kame nagkikita ni essie minsan eh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) Four of my favorite places to eat:&lt;br /&gt;wan: tapsilogan, kahit saan kahit kelan, ito talaga ang favorite kong food.&lt;br /&gt;two: sbarro. minsan nawala yung chicken nila na na napakajuicy at napakasarap na pero binalik na nila. yay! parate kong inoorder yung chicken with pasta. ang dame din kasi ng servings eh kaya swabe. at ang gagwapo pa ng mga managers dito sa sm south branch. mas juicy kaya sila? hehe&lt;br /&gt;twee: razons. ito parate akong libre dito ni jerome pagdating sa halo halo nila. ang sarap talaga kasi, at yung shaved ice. sobrang smooth. parang slurpee. meron din silang tapsi eh. pero di ko pa natry&lt;br /&gt;four: jollibee mcdo. kapag may cravings ako na fried chicken. dito ang punta ko. mas masarap ang chix ng jollibee, for me ah. at wag na wag kang kakain ng fried chicken sa Wendys, walang kalasa lasa chix nila at parang dobol ded pa ang lasa ng laman. ewww&lt;br /&gt;(E) Four people I think will respond&lt;br /&gt;wan: si essie lang ata eh, nahihiya naman akong magassume sa iba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F) Four TV shows I could watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan:syempre greys anatomy....pick me love me choose me ang eksenang inulit ulit ko sa youtube. at isa pa yung ending ng 1st episode sa 3rd season ay panalo din: time waits for no man....at isa pa yung scene ni bailey with derek sa season 4...tsk. wala pa kasing dbd ng season four eh. At magaganda pa ang ibang quotes dito. pamatay talaga.&lt;br /&gt;two: alam kong anime at di tv show ang sailor moon pero yun ang gusto ko weh! umiyak pa nga ako ng namatay ang character ko na si jupiter sa first season nito nito. wala nga lang akong copya ng season's 2 onwards nito. sayang. kinikilabutan pa nga kame ng mga friends ko nung unang nagtransform ang mga outer senshi(sila neptune. uranus at pluto) kasi ang ganda ng violin medley ni vanessa mae. at yung mga kalaban per episode, yung iba tinatandaan talaga name: namely. yarmandaka, vibiero. kalaberayte, betsayte at ginagamit ko yun minsan as a password. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twee: "darkness beyond darkness pitch..." syempre Slayers din! di ko sya nasubaybayan talaga ng husto pero gustong gusto ko ulet syang panuorin. la nga lang sa metropolis ng mga copies nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four: Alias: 24 hours ko yang pinanuod ng dirediretso matapos lang ang seasons 1-4.Sydney Bristow..haay. ako pa naman si Ana espinoza ng K-directorate(lol) ang gaganda kasi ng story although fictional. ooops isa. pa. Anime din, Knight hunters ng Gma 7, ako naman dun yung whip-user sa grupong Schreint, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ginawa ko to tag na to gamit ang resource ng convergys. tigas ng ulo ko no?! hehe salamat kay odin at kay fionah sa pagtag. anyways, im busy with my life kasi. with new found friends. with a karir. basta ganun. basta wala pa akong maisip na iupdate since masaya naman ako. thanks guys for the tag. namiss nyo ko no?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-6914189046082922808?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/6914189046082922808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=6914189046082922808&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6914189046082922808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6914189046082922808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-tagged-by.html' title='As tagged by...'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-1728254404183982094</id><published>2008-07-30T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T05:07:29.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleeting Romance</title><content type='html'>I have tried several attemtps to be seen by prospects, yet they have always failed to see me, the real me. I joined a group just to be a part of it. To extend my thin network of friends. First there was jl. Wow, a nursing student. we exchaged text messages. He mentioned that he is interested to know me more. The kind of line i've used in previous life forms.  He says that im too weird and that he likes it. Maybe he has seen mental patiens which I am so attuned to. That part I really don't know. At first if it doesn't work, as I've said to myself. you pick up your ego then nurse it, then go to the next stage of courtship. Find another one. Then he became to happy, he invited me over to his place, which is for me a major turnoff since he just wants my body to be used and abused. No, we didn't do it. i said that I don't like the idea of sex just to "know me more."  And then the deal or no deal scenario: anung fs mo? of course I have to give it, I've wasted my time to go "this far" so there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really interested to see him since he has a nurturing kind of soul. the kind of spirit which i can lay my broken heart to. The next day and the next following the first day. He didn't text, I knew what happened, he didn't like what he has seen.  So there, I moved on to the next. I didn't try to win him back, that would be too "unpridely." May ego din ako kahit wala akong maxiadong confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Harvie. He's a newbie on the group. we exchanged messages as usual to get to know each other. And this time he's not that "invite you over to my place" kind of guy, so i thave thoguht of him as a breath of fresh air.  Ewww, I was wrong.  I Told him that walter and I are friends, and that we have known each other since gradeschool, so he and i must have the same wavelenghts. Then came his text message: you know I like Jomo but he doesn't like me. I was stuck. I could've said, but im here, in "front of you m offering myself, can't you see me?' but no, I didn't do that. After that messaage he asked for the signature i-want-to-see-u-online agenda: may fs ka, paad naman. History repeats itself. He didn't text again afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I should have mentioned anton, small world with dakota package.  Small workd becuse he is a close friend of an officemate which had invited me over to bed last night and dakota package because that is what my friend told me bout. I don't wnat to dwell on the small and dako words...&lt;br /&gt;this guys is so into me, i can feel it, i have given him all my furyoku since he's the third attemptee, I I don't want to lose this guy since he sounds sincere and nice. Ok maybe not.  One time, he invited me over at starbucks southmall(yes there is now!!) for a coffee, I received his message, while im stomping the keyboard with hard presses and thick expletives since I can't beat the mini boss while im playing Granado espada. i don't want to go at first since it's raining triceretops and rhinoceros outside and besides, I smell funky, i can't smell the Lacoste Red perfume anymore..And I have a face with oil as thick as a lechon. No I won't just sell myself showing up like a piece of trash na nilampaso sa malansang dining table.  He is insistent, whooo, i like people who longs for me I thought. So i told him what I was doing, as to why I can't show up. then he texted: add m ako fs mo(email address here), i have thought ok, nothing to lose since i feel good beating the mini boss. I added him, the next day, he was one of the "friends" list, and he has disappeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward, there came Iliac, he's an sop kind of guy, which bores me to death. I never liked. the oohs and aahs over a wire. It doesn't work for me no matter how horny I am, sop for me doesn't sell. he is a student, nursing i believe. I received a message just after my unlitxt has expired whch goes something like: twagan mo ako sa house, usap usap lang .landlyn. Wink.  He must be so horny to look forward for my attention.My reply has a tinge of insecurity on them which goes like: wrong send ka ata. then he replied, that no it wasn' a missent text, it was me which he wants to talk to over the phone, I won't dwell too much on what i've said after that, lets just say that it kinda gave him the idea that were not close and you don't have to treat me like "fubu's." he got offended, and mentioned that he will no longer text me because he felt like a complete stranger. My point is that im trying to shove him away, he didn't get it at first but then I send him another message that made my point clear: check mo fs ko para matapos na to.  I didn't want to send it at first because i might be burning a bridge which hasn't even built strongly yet. He's reply was, "what do you mean?!' I told him the ugly truth, that I don't want the cold treatment after exchanging fs account. I've seen him on fs bec he keeps on insisting to be added on my friends list though he hasn't seen mine yet. Darn his confidence soars high, I thought&lt;br /&gt;His final txt goes like this:wel d aq ganun, 4gt bwt it, I dn't ivn aks 4 ur fs acc. tnx, xpire na ulit ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a penchant of messing things up, whether intentionally or not. I''ll say charge it on experience. That's what happened for the past two weeks just so this blog be updated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to Teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update* anton, just now, texted back*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-1728254404183982094?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/1728254404183982094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=1728254404183982094&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/1728254404183982094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/1728254404183982094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeting-romance.html' title='Fleeting Romance'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-6642269724652898890</id><published>2008-07-14T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:37:58.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice extra</title><content type='html'>Text ng friend ko ulet while papauwe galing "werk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: Vakla, ano balita? May nkita k ng s boy internet? C walter may mga bagong fling going serious sana cla*smiley* nkktamad gumalaw at umuulan pa.*smiley, yung u na may tuldok sa taas ng letra*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedeng kong sagutin na indenial mode:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lang naman di ko naman sya iniisip, so far so good kasi ang trabaho. sobrang haggard. minsang nga at di na ako nakakapagonline. di naman ako pala online na tao eh, puro lang naman fling ang mga taong nandun.  at di ayaw kong magabala sa mga ganun no, mauubusan lang kaya ako ng load sa smartbro ko no! prepaid pa naman yun. eh di good naman pala kung may fling sya. &lt;br /&gt;darating na lang yan! sabi nga ni Jerome, kakatok na lang daw ang pagibig sa pinto! Ang saya kaya ng freedom ng singlehood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O kaya pede ding inggit with matching insecure na reply islash bitter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay naku, puro ganun lang naman parati ang pinatutunguhan ng magdalenang yan, tapos after ilang buwan magsasawa na ulet. Ang panget kya ng ganun! Nasan na ba ang yung pride at breeding nya pagdating sa relationship? ang dami daming naghahanap tapos binababoy mo lang ang lahat ng karelasyon mo. Baka naman kasi di ka pa ready. Hintay ka muna kasi and take your time. Ang dami mo pang pedeng unahin kesa jan, concentrate ka muna sa job no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa ding panabla yung nonchalant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh di buti naman pala sa kanya. haay tulog na muna ako may pasok pa bukas *yawns*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O kaya yung "accepting a 'challege' with optimism" na reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti naman sa kanya at may boyfriend na sya, Ipakilala mo naman ako sa boyfriend mo kasi diba part naman talaga yung ng isang healthy relationship, ay naku ako nga, super hanap pa din pero wala pang napapala. Oi, meron akong crush na bago sa cvg, boring ano? puro na lang akong crush? yun lang ata yung mararateng kong status "in crush" imbes na "in love." One of these days makakahanap din ako ng bf. Sinasanay ko lang lalo yung frienshiping skills ko. Minsan punta tayo ng bar para bonding naman! I won't take no for an answer ah! as usual, kayo ni Jerome ang magsubsidize ng bill ko. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng yan ay pede kong sabihin pero mas pinili ko ang maging powerful over powerless: Come and get me voyz! Ang dami ko ng score sa southmall pa lang eh.Another love ekek post.wahaha! kulet eh no!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-6642269724652898890?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/6642269724652898890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=6642269724652898890&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6642269724652898890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6642269724652898890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/07/choice-extra.html' title='Choice extra'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-5246863537722721894</id><published>2008-07-10T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T03:10:26.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fud ulet</title><content type='html'>Ito ang mga favorites kong fuud. Pasensya na kung highbloody ang mga selection ko. Wala kayung magagawa kasi akin lang to!! whahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isaw barbecue. naiintoxicate ako sa amoy nito! althought walang nutrients masyado, sarap naman! Lalot kung isawsaw mo pa sa maanghang na sili na may suka at kaunting tubig. Shet! nagwawater na ako sa idea pa lang. Isa pa yung deep fried na mga laman loob, sarap din nun.  Everyone who eats chicharon should try at "indulge" on some super fattening food sometimes. Minsan sarap nito kapag may kasamang beer(wala lang nagfeefeeling cool lang ako at umiinon kunwari). Mas prefer kong higupin ang maanghang na siling suka kesa sa mga mapapait na beer. Gusto ko yung tustado para isang kagat pa lang eh magmemelt na yung laman sa gums mo, tapos saturated na sya sa suka para magblend in ang flavor  Meron ding variety sa kanto yung piniritong isaw-on-stick suki na nga ako sa kanto namen eh. Tres ang isa, minsan nakakasampu ako. hehe. So talagang tataba ako no! Goodbye muna jollibee at mcdo pang mall lang kayo eh, kapag nasa labas na ako ng southmall at marami pang natirang barya, isawan galore ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang metro lang ang layo sa isawan, meron naman gotohan(kapag naiisip ko ang gotohan, parating pumapasok sa isip ko si Zai, may pic kasi sya dati na pinaghalong tokwa at gotohan with matching suka-toyo combination pa ata na halos umula na gilid ng bowl sa sobrang kapunuan, napaka "outstanding" kasi nun kaya swak sa memorya ko). Disi otso ang goto nila pero dinadayo talaga ng mga southmallers, kumakain ako dun pagkatapos kumain ng ibang putahe(sige na matakaw na!) parang kape ko yun eh, pang huleng pinapasok sa tyan para "bumaba"ang kinain. At parating associated ang gotohan na yun sa pagrereminisce sa mga nangyare sa buhay ko nung araw na yun.  Lagyan lang ng chili powder at suka-toyo-patis with dalawang calamansi ay solb na ako. Mahilig talaga ako sa maasim. Pati kilikili ko minsan gusto kong tikman, pero wag ka, Dr Kauffman soap(with sulfur and Dimethyl Phenyl 2-Butanol!!! kung anu man yung second ingredient,di ko alam) ata ang gamit ko, pati singit ko amoy sabon considering galing work na ko nun ah! hehe, Ang layo pagkain ang pinaguusapan ko tapos sumingit si singit! wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shet, 3 servings lang ng tapsilog ang kailanga ko ngayun para idigest ang nalaman ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-5246863537722721894?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/5246863537722721894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=5246863537722721894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/5246863537722721894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/5246863537722721894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/07/fud-ulet.html' title='Fud ulet'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-73328747615123061</id><published>2008-07-08T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:19:35.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Wow isang taon na ako ngayun sa blogspot at ito na rin ako. Nakasurvive sa naging agong ng panahon. gustong guston kong gamiting ang terminong "agos ng panahon" napaka mystical kasi ng dating nya. parang pati mga punong pinagukitang ko ng flames hope ko ay naalala ang nakaraan ko. parang pedeng irewind ng hangin ang mga naging pangarap ko. isang tingin ko naman sa langit at nandun ang mga bagay na sinubukan kong abutin pero di talaga kaya eh, anu sa patuloy ng pagagos ng tubig kung saan nakikita ko ang bakas ng naging ako. isang repelksyon kung ano ang patutunguhan ko-malinaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di pa ako sumusuko. at buti na lang at nagblog ako. kung di siguro ako nagsimulang magblog. di pa tata na exhaust ang lahat ng mga nararamdaman ko. Salaman ng malaki kay Bwisitdiaries.blogspot.com dahil sya ang nagtintroduce ng blogging sa akin.  Malamang di nya alam yun pero kung mapadaan man sya dito. alam nyan may naging contritution sya sa mga naging achievements ko pagdating sa sarili kong gera. Ito ang taon na tumatak sa akin.  maramin akong nagawa na pumalpak, pero ito pa rin nakatayo at nakangisi dahil pede ko pang ulitin ang mga yun LAHAT ng yun. Dahil sa blogging, nakilala ko ang mga taong nasa labas ng shell ko. Sila ang nagsilbing parte ng buhay ko. parate kong sinasabi sa sarili ko na ililink ko lang ang isang tao sa blog kung nakikita ko ang sarili ko sa kanya.  Unang binanggit ko yun kay dave. panu, immature, sobrang emo pa, dramatista, emotera at once anging insecure din. at palahabol sa mga naging crushness nya.  ilang linggo kung magemote nung di nagwork yung first nya! Ganun din naman ako eh, samtayms di ko kinokontrol ang emotion ko, kaya ayun nagfloflood sa Dam ng reasoning ko. Tapos kala mo dati isang kang malaking failure, isang patapon na buhay, ngayun, DUH, sino ba ang nagparamdam sa akin nun at idedeepsubmerge ko nga, nyek,hehe, ako lang pala ang may kasalanan sa lahat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingnan mo, sabi ko sa inyo at pagpasensyahan nyo na ang pagkaemotera ko eh, kasi magsasawa din naman ako eh. Kung makita nyo lang sana ang dating Nathan, One year ago. ibang iba na,.dalagang dalaga na ako ngayun! Ito na ako, mas focused, mas pinahahalagan ang mga kaibigan, mas may sense ang direction ng buhay. Look at me I've changed! Di na mahiyain, insecure, Di na takot itry ang mga bagay na di pa nasusubukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito na ako ngayun, sobrang nagbago for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tapos sasabihin-neptune planet power make up!!* ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-73328747615123061?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/73328747615123061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=73328747615123061&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/73328747615123061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/73328747615123061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/07/anniversary_08.html' title='Anniversary!'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-480301317567203884</id><published>2008-07-04T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T19:30:30.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my personalitty according to Tarot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/winged/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Lovers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than &amp;quot;Lovers.&amp;quot; Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may gash. yun lang ang masasabi ko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-480301317567203884?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/480301317567203884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=480301317567203884&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/480301317567203884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/480301317567203884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-personalitty-according-to-tarot.html' title='my personalitty according to Tarot'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-5257760677591305951</id><published>2008-07-04T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:31:37.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pupunuin ko ng pagibig ang post na ito!</title><content type='html'>Nathan, wala  munang topics sa blogspot tungkol sa mga pagibig mo, "sa ano"(alam ni fiona to). Sa insecurities mo. Sawang sawa ka na siguro dahil wala pang nangyayare sa mga attempts mo, kung tutuusin, di ka pa naman talaga nagaatempt,  So anung isusulat mo?Ewan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tungkol ba sa walang kamatayan nyong lakad ni Jerome sa Southmall at atc? Sa gusto mong maging crush sa cvg para pampalipas oras, Sa mga balak mong gawin: muay thai, kickboxing. sailormoon-martial arts(LOL!). Bili ka kaya ng psp para maexecute mo with perfection ang 10-hit combo ni Ana o kay ni Lili sa Tekken, tingin ko wag ka na munang bibili ng marameng bagay ngayun, lalo't bagong salta ka ulet sa Alabang.  At talagang mawawala na ata ang Spr** na account since sabi ni Jerome ay 400 ang matatransfer sa dtv galing sprint(ay buko!) So tayo na ata  yung magoocupy ng buong second floor. Wawa naman ang mga patron ng account na yun, muka pa namang masaya sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anu na ulet ang gusto mong isulat? Sino ba ang crush mo sa cvg. Ewan, pinipilit ko lang syang maging crush para may rush habang nakikita ko sya. Pampagana na din pumasok, ok ang pagkachubby nya, at Richard ang pangalan nya, nakatira sa southville, sa may Toyota! Walking distance para i stalk sa Pilar(hehe) pero ang layo pa din nun ah. Ito na lang, since nakikinig ako ng Runaway ng Corrs, buhay pagibig na lang. Wait! palitan ko ang song...hmmmmm. Ok ito: All you wanted ni MIchelle Branch. Yan ang pinakikinggan ko kapag naiingit ako sa taong gusto kong maging katulad.  In short kapag naiingit ako at short ang pondo ng self-esteem, Sabi kasi ni Michelle Branch sa Making the Video ay ang kantang ito ay, englishin ko na lang: All you wanted is for people whom you think are so happy on the outside...yet you don't know what is happening inside of them, behind the curtains, all they wanted was for someone who could understand...infairness parang ganyan ang pagkakasabi nya so wag mo akong i quote para di sabit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine naman ang buhay ko eh so parang walang major update.  Shet, tumutogtog ang Sa Langit ng Moonstar88..pagibig kong itong laging bitin, panay sulyap puro tingin di na talaga papansin. Teka lang, may taong idenedicate ko tong kantang to eh. hmmm, maalala nga. Di naman pede si leonardo kasi di naman lumabas tong kantang to nung high school. Anu ba 'yan, di ko ka tuloy maalaala, sa dinami dami ba naman ng mga naging infatuation ko nung bata bata pa ko eh, maaalala ko pa kaya lahat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ito, "interesting:" nawalan na ako ng gana sa Porn. Naumay ako, naging paulet ulet na lang kasi eh, at isa pa lalo lang nagbubuild up yung longing for someone na pangarap ko na matagal pa bago matupad. Mahinain ang loob ko. Kaunting emotional attack lang eh, nagtatampo na ako. di naman ata mahinain ng loob yun eh no, parang matampuhin...I-term na lang naten na ganun para di negative.  Grabe ang layo ng naging succeding sentece ko sa sana ay porn-related na paragraph, soooo far-fetched. Pero ibig sabihin lang nun, walang malaking impact sa buhay ko ang porn, isang libag lang sya kumbaga, isang kuskos lang ng hilod tanggal na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pa tong news sa Gma tungkol kay pacquiao, syempre sasambahin na naman ng mga tao ang "pambansang kamao" hehe buti na lang ang Directv sa cvg pinalabas sya ng live at walang commercial break, Naku di ako patron ni "saint pakyaw" ah. Yes magaling sya at isang "karangalan" talaga ang maging isang boksingero tulad nya, pero parang naging over commercialized na sya, ginagawa pa tuloy na spoof si pakyaw(mas madaling itayp sa keyboard ang "pakyaw" sa "pacquiao" kaya ganyan) sa pagsasalita nya. Speaking of boxing, may napanuod ata ako sa ch2(ch 7 ata eh) tungkol sa mga batang boksingero na gustong gayahin sa pakyaw, gustong maging mayaman ng walang aral aral ang punto ata nila, parang soon-to-be-a-millionairre. Sana naman atugapin muna nila ang kanilang edukasyon para umahon sa kahirapan. Sino ba ang di gustong yumaman?! At sino din ba ang di gustong maging sentro ng attention paminsan minsan? &lt;br /&gt;Kung si Bentong kaya ang isang magaling na atleta, magiging Santo din ba sya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At akala ko ba wala kang naiisip, bakit ang dami mo nang naisulat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito pa pala, may naalala akong libro sa National pero limot ko na yung title. Tungkol sa E-heads, shet, sino ba naman ang di makakarelate sa e-heads, pambansang banda yun eh! Grade 5 ata ako nun nung una kong mapakinggan ang kantang "Toyang." At gusto ko lang maalala na naging parte ako ng henerasyon ng taong nagsisimulang mangarap ng malake. At nasan na ako ngayun--ito nasa call center at Malake na din. Di ba Tangina?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabuti na siguro ang impromptu na post minsan, sobra sobrang refreshing ang isulat sa wordpad ang mga bagay na tumatakbo sa isip mo, na minsan ang hirap mahuli kung nakatunganga ka lang sa screen at pinipilit kung emo ba ang post o drama-induced/MMK with matching Cherie Gil making sampal sa bida ang magiging topic. Making sampal, haha, kay dave ko nakuha yun eh!Making tulak naman sa kanya pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pagsusumaryo ng naisulat ko, mga 20 porsyento lang ata ang emo. At least di nakakaumay eh no. Sawa na din kasi akong mag emote eh. Ahh, ito pa, dati rati, nagtatanung pa ako kung panu ko dudugtungan ang istorya ko sa pagdedeydreaming(talaging kinarir ko!). May mga tampo scene pa nga kami ni Jayvee Gayoso eh(sya ang naging dahilan kung bakit parate kong isinusulat sa mga hiniraman kong pamaypay nung highschool ang pangalang "Angel11." Remember usong uso ang mga pamaypay na puro "Casper" at mga gangsta codes ang nakasulat sa tela nito, ewan ko lang sa school nyo, pero nung "kapanahunan" ko yun ang click.)Kadiri no! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang pinakamasaya kong post sa lahat ng isinulat ko, halata naman diba. Ganito ako magisip, impromptu, prangka, at wala ng process process ng isip kung di maganda pakinggan, output na sya kaagad! Sarcastic din daw. Basta ganun.  So next time ulet mga frienships! Whops! last na last na talaga to, napapangiti ako kapag ginagamit ang frienship as term of endearment. Unique kasi eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang ako, nAks!Ok alis na ako, pakiss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-5257760677591305951?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/5257760677591305951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=5257760677591305951&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/5257760677591305951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/5257760677591305951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/07/pupunuin-ko-ng-pagibig-ang-post-na-ito.html' title='Pupunuin ko ng pagibig ang post na ito!'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-6591069019988415967</id><published>2008-06-29T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:16:16.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katangahan galore</title><content type='html'>This story of mine started out four years ago, everytime I go malling, a bookstore is a place wherein I usually visit. I get through skim thru glossy magazines to indimidate myself if I can be the person in the picture in the not so near future. I tend to challenge my ego...sometimes I dream of having a gala affair with the Prietos.  Tessa, should be there, i thought, for I will sport how creative i am too. Feathers and balloon fusion "terno" would make her gaga over my creation.  When reality sinks in and I am as jologs as the term JOLOGS, I would put the magazine down--my dreaming haze has reached it's finality. I wake up from daydreaming then left the magazine station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the corner of my eye while checking out the fashion books I would love to spend my Jollibee money on, something caught my attention.  It was book, a book with two faces split diagonally the combined as one, Face Forward was it's title.  Kevyn Aucoin, the late, great make up artist of the stars, was it's author. I picked the hardbound copy of it, it feels so heavy, then upon opening, I found him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name was Alex Peruzzi, you can see him on page 143 on face Forward.  A former lover of Kevyn, now a "confidant and one of my best friends" says the author.  This manhattanite was transformed by his ex from a georgous guy to a quintessential supermodel, which I so admire--Linda Evangelista-through make-up. Wait, I became "depressed" because "i fell in love with him so much." Don't fret yet, that was eight years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I would constantly think of him as my "soulmate" for whatever reason--love(very cheesy), creating love stories beetween me and him was my way of wasting time."ilove you baby! Iove you tooo, tsup tssssup--that type(goosebumps!)My friends tell me it's pathetic.  It's true, but for me daydreaming bout alex was my lifeblood. It's the only time I can share my emotions to the universe(hello!anybody there?!) It's futile, useless. melodratically stupid but nonetheless a worthwhile, beautiful was to wast time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately I've been thinking about my present sanity. Imagine: me going loco for someone who haven't seen me yet(probably never) Someone from New York(the farthest place I've been to on a "gala" was in Tagaytay) and someone who doesn't know I exist a trace. Hopeless romantic or fool, am I? nah! maybe both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime the sone "betty davis eyes" play on the radio, my mind conjures up images that speaks fo WInter. Winter in new york.  And of course Alex holding hands withhis "proper" soumate, notme. What can i do to tell him i like him very much?! AHA! The Internet. After googling him for several hours, I can't find him, not a trace whatsoever! I thought, I don't have a hope, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousness washed over me, What if h'es married to another guy, having the time of their lives and settling down with kids as a family? I could answer that question. I can only give a Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is still there--you can never lose it. It will never lose it'seternal shine. But as for me, it might be a good idea to fly to newyork, not for greener pastures, but to Find Alex.  It would take years before I can accomplish that, and by then, he would have been too old for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, right now, it might just be a dream and a nightmare altogether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gosh, i have written this piece 8 years ago. I was 16 years old back then. Grabe, ang tagal na no? May ibang part na kinilabutan ako sa kakornihan eh  At isinulat ko pa yan sa notebook ko at sa likod ng mga isinulat ko may mga nakalistang ng mga bagay na gusto kong gawin bago ako magsettle down, ala bucket list hehe at sa notebook ding yun, ay nakasulat ang lahat ng mga callcenter offices sa makati at ortigas sa gusto kong aplayan. At si Alex ang dahilan kung bakit simula ng magcolcenter ako, Alexis na ang name ko sa phone(after haruka, Michiro hihih!).At(there's more) nakasulat din sa notebook na yun ang mga crush ko na dinaan ko sa F.l.a.m.e.s H.o.p.e. Let me count the ways, hmm. arnel caporal/carporal(na isang twink sa jollibee sm dati, na wala na akong balita kung nasan na sya ngayun) si Leonardo Cuaderno, na kamukha ni Tom Cruise, at dancer sa highschool namen at sinamba samba ko at sinundan ko hanggang bahay, si Richard Chan, ang taong sinundan ko talaga hanggang moonwalk para alamin din ang bahay nila, na naging dahilan ng paguwi ko "while crying in the rain."  Ang sarap balikan ng mga katangahan mo dati, ang daming nagbago na kasi.At tinagao ko na nga pala yung post ko tungkol kay troy kasi pinabasa ko yun sa kanya eh, tapos nagsorry din ako after ilang verbal clashes thru text. ok na kame. ata. at binura ko din yun to give my respect to him. it's not troy's fault in da perst plays. yun lang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-6591069019988415967?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/6591069019988415967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=6591069019988415967&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6591069019988415967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6591069019988415967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/06/katangahan-galore.html' title='Katangahan galore'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-3250435003725536175</id><published>2008-06-19T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:48:37.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates lang.</title><content type='html'>I have promised myself that I won't be eating too much of unhealthy stuff since I don't want to turn into a putik- looking balyena. Guess what?! Two cups of instant noodles, three bars of ChocoMucho, tons of sugar from my coffee and no exercise(or sex!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to pour my heart and soul into this agenda otherwise I'll soon eat up my own words(sounds yummy!)&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I have purchased a tea from Cw lifestyle cafe which makes me feel im always on the top of my game. Work doesn't weigh me down as much as it does since I began sipping "green tea matcha powder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work; it's 1:56am. My shift will end at 5am. I am not tired, yet I feel so full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ate three apples before I came here(na sa sobrang kapataygutoman, di na hinugasan--pinunasan na lang ng paper towel. hehe). Panu naman kasi, I need to lose my belly fat cos it poses a threat to my overall health(im more concerned on reversing hypertension and preventing diabetis is on my list too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I lose this good-feeling: walter and I are friends again after two years of not talking, it inspired me to be fitter since he looks sexy. Besides I have given my friend enough time to reconsider my position sa barkada(two years!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that I've missed the '06 rollercoaster ride part of his life. If I compare my "ride" in '06 with his, mine would be neglible. Here is his txt: "06 was my year.  I had My 1st real bf dat lasted almost 2 years.  I strtd going to the gym. And to sum places. Masaya ang '06 ko ati".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have six months to prove to myself that things happen if you act upon your desires.  It would be perfect to look back on the things I will soon accomplish on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-3250435003725536175?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/3250435003725536175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=3250435003725536175&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3250435003725536175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3250435003725536175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/06/updates-lang.html' title='Updates lang.'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-3476615089721719274</id><published>2008-06-15T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:31:01.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye fats!</title><content type='html'>No more diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a lifestyle change. I have become fat the past few months and it weighs down my confidence since I can no longer wear tight-fitted shirt which makes me feel and look "cool."&lt;br /&gt;First, it's not going to be a fad that will soon fade in time, this will be a lifetime pledge to become healthy. Health is wealth as they say, I should take care of it since Im on the pinnacle of good health, besides, I have to do something to counter hypertension or the pending "jabetis, which is both we have a history of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The changes that I will be doing are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limit my intake of fatty and fried foods to at least once a month. So it means, goodbye Jollibee or Mcdo or the kwek kwek across the street or the isawan infront of Southmall everytime I go out to "make gala."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I feel the hunger, I would drink at least two bottles of water first or eat a fruit to at least appease my growling stomach.  I would only eat a "proper meal" if it is really called for, like a missed lunch or breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say goodbye to sugar-laden "snacks"; donuts, candies, and pies will surely be missed&lt;br /&gt;I have said this before and I will say it again:  I'll chew my food well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small efforts would reap big benefits in the future.  I'll start tomorow. Promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-3476615089721719274?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/3476615089721719274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=3476615089721719274&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3476615089721719274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3476615089721719274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-fats.html' title='Goodbye fats!'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-6155750289094450698</id><published>2008-06-11T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:57:29.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pain, No gain</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ma L na nathan:  You have phailed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagiisip na nathan:Im not expecting success at first try, but I have thought of myself that I can take it all in without the pain.  Gawd, I exagerrated!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma L na nathan: You don't have to blame yourself, it happens to all of us, most especially at first try!  Pride engulfed your sensibilities, and besides, you are sooo scared to do it.  I have heard your heart "thump thump" all the way here.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagiisip na nathan: Behind closed doors, I was a bit relaxed. Every major muscle on my body responded and soothed itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma L na nathan: But I can still hear that "tugudug tugudug" of your heart form here. still.  relax, you can do, you always have. What are you afraid of anyways?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagiisip na nathan: The physical pain, remember? This thing I am doing now will forever be associated with some pain and discomfort!  This time it's different!! It was a small thing before, not less than half of my brain cell capacity but nonetheless, I considered it "sisiw"! The entire procedure was seamless. Na carrie ko naman ah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma L na nathan: So what are you waiting for then?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagiisip na nathan: Guess I need more time.  And promise me you'll give me credit once I'm done. This is something which I have not tried before...Wait a minute, I have done it all before! Remember the incident when my parents left for bicol aeons ago? It was then when I have tried "something" after watching japanese porn to "soothe" myself and with just ky and water as a lube, it went all the way in almost instantly(without it being left there, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma L na nathan: Yeah yeah! But for this time, I have been hearing nothing but "umps," "argh," and "oh shit" from you.  What is wrong with you pervert?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagiisip na nathan: I don't want to try it again. And you can call me a failure, only for this day!  I didn't expect this thing to be hard no matter how "sensual" the vibration sounds. I have paid for it and I will conquer this thing soon enough. Mr Vibrating dildo from Pride Exchange, I have a message for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE SUCH A PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: actually meron din akong pocket puke pero medyo may part na umiiinit sa mushroom ko kapag ginagamit ko sya. at di maxiadong pleasurable tulad ng fleshlight(wala pa ako nun pero minsan oorder ako online, mahal kasi maxiado!!)Haaay, ito ang mga pinaggagawa ko sa katuyotan! It has almost 7 years since my last experience!! Shet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-6155750289094450698?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/6155750289094450698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=6155750289094450698&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6155750289094450698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6155750289094450698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-pain-no-gain.html' title='No Pain, No gain'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-148446094498521721</id><published>2008-06-10T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:15:53.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do we go from here?</title><content type='html'>I would love to go back to school once again and take up...erm...this part I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a passion for anime stuffs, music and anime desu(whatever that means), well anything related to the industry I think I am capable of doing my best in. How about my passion for designing, well first, I dopn't have a fashion sense, I don't have an eye for flair and beauty, besides I was never really into fashion, it could have been a hobby at first but when I come to really sit down and think of it, my heart doesn't sing the idea of a fashio guru..  Im a simple minded guy without a fashion sense who wants to have a stable career? This is the part which I so hate the most--the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin? Hmmmm, as i have mentioned I liike anime stuff.  So why not take up animation instead? But is it really a requirement in our country to have an least four year diplomo course to build an outstanding career? Well, I have to think of out-of-the-box on this one.  If you ask me what I really like.  There are only three possible options, one of which is the obvious, animation, the other one would be pornography, and the third, daydreaming.   Realistically, these are my "passion." Of course, I can't be a pornographer since my family, who is very religious and idealistic, would disown me and besides, there isn't any porn company here in the Philippines, is there?   And the fact that daydreaming would'nt(or wouldn't, anu ba tama?!) do me good in real life is out of the league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime then, I have to prove to myself that a four year course won't bring you happiness and stability.  It's really up to me on how I mold my life the way I want it to be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not a "people person." A home study course would do me good since my mind is at it's peak when it's alone. But a university would expose me to a "stable boyfriendship!"(hehe) Argh, this post is career-oriented, so focus yourself on finding a rewarding career!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After LOL'ing to the thought of going to a university to find a boyfriend, my mind is straight again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, home study is my primary concern(yeah right!) and then anime.  I have laid my path for me to walk on slowly, then find a boyfriend(guess I can't keep this off my mind).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-148446094498521721?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/148446094498521721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=148446094498521721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/148446094498521721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/148446094498521721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-do-we-go-from-here.html' title='Where do we go from here?'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-7665685592509202758</id><published>2008-06-08T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T08:50:18.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profile check</title><content type='html'>by now, i know what i really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive met several people whom i easily got along with. i mean we really had good times and good lovin. but sometimes, along the way, you discover that you want different things in life, and those defeat the purpose of you being together. and, at some point in your relationship, even compromising is never an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am 23 and living alone for 12 years. i should say ive gone through 'life' and now im hitting the plateau of my existence. perhaps, with my struggle, ive obtained almost what ive wanted, and in all the relationships that ive gone through, i really thought that it was my last. i also realized, that love is not a 'stand alone' feature. yes, it is easy to give love, make love, and be loved, but it is really difficult to have a 'relationship'. relationships involve not only love, but loyalty, trustworthiness, passion, and by always being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here i am, wishful looking, for a person who would stay with me, and be with me always. someone who i look forward of going home to everynight after work, whom i can give lots of good night kiss, and someone who really deserve my love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought of us, walking our dogs in the park while eating ice cream, sitting in the shore watching the stars and planning the years of our lives. it is really nice to have someone who gets angry if you dont text, or someone who is looking for you if youre not yet home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you are just right there, maybe you are waiting for me too. dont you ever get tired of waiting? let's do this now, and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lets get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--whenitrains, a g4m guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found his profile on g4m last night and I have mentioned that I found his "about me" appealing and true.  I just felt that I have said the same statement years ago. Not exactly like his, but the sentiments are the same. It's just feels that the message on his profile is something that I would like to accomplish soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have asked for a permission first before posting this thing on here.&lt;br /&gt;There are still good guys on g4m, it's just a matter of digging them up.  hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-7665685592509202758?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/7665685592509202758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=7665685592509202758&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7665685592509202758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7665685592509202758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/06/profile-check.html' title='Profile check'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-7462604180719365937</id><published>2008-06-05T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:42:33.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallmark-ikli po'/><title type='text'>Look at you</title><content type='html'>When I say what's on my mind about what I do, I do not need your harsh judgement.  Not because I have said that I think I can deepthroat better because of constant use of a tongue scraper, it doesn't necessarily have to be said to the general public. You see, I am your friend. And you have to be thankful for that.  I am trying to understand you for the mutual benefit.  Please, do not look at me like a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sexual person, just like you. I like pornography as much as you do.  And remember, I borrowed money from you just to buy a prostate massager from a sex store in malate(not the Top and Bottom, the other one). I think you just don't want to admit that your as perverted as I am. We all are, but Im guilt-free to admit that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I completely understand where you are coming from, after all,we have the same feather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-7462604180719365937?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/7462604180719365937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=7462604180719365937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7462604180719365937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7462604180719365937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-at-you.html' title='Look at you'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-8855515722280455309</id><published>2008-06-05T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T03:57:09.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't help this good feeling. tada!!</title><content type='html'>Stuck in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di mo ako mapapaupo sa starbucks na mag-isa lang na tipong may iniiintay.  Di ako pala tingin sa tao. Kaya di ko mabasa ang mga mata nila.  Defensive mode lang naman ata ang kamanhiran ko eh.  Ayaw ko lang naman kasing mahalata. Pero kapag ako na ang nagiinitiate ng conversation, kaya ko naman palang magpatuloy tuloy ng walang dull moment(or so I thought)  Ang saya magrisk minsan, you will discover things which you think you are not capable of doing. Instead you have surpassed your own limits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, things are starting change for the better good. For my own good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to strangers is an awkward feeling, ayaw ko pa naman ng awkwardness, pero isa syang force na di maiiwasan kapag meet-ups ang pinaguusapan.  Rejection din, di mo maaalis sa paghahanap ng relationship.  I am trying to change my old mataray personality and dress up a new one-friendly.  Tutal, life has 525,600 minutes. So ang daming opportunity ang di dapat palagpasin.  Isa na dun ang meeting new friends.  I usually meet up with a stranger wherein I won't have to invent a canned statement(which I have done in the past which results in failure). Overall my so-called "journey" is starting to reap it's benefits.  Being comfortable in your own skin has it's perks din no!  You don't have to act or think your someone else because you fell that yourself would suffice. It doesn't matter anyways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I'll go to a bar alone. That is one of my fears which I have to conquer too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bayaan mo ang ang taglish post ko. Feeling sosy lang!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-8855515722280455309?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/8855515722280455309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=8855515722280455309&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8855515722280455309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8855515722280455309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-help-this-good-feeling-tada.html' title='I can&apos;t help this good feeling. tada!!'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-2733403424956966066</id><published>2008-06-02T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:03:02.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amoy sarap</title><content type='html'>Kapag gusto mo talaga ang isang tao gusto mong mapabilang sa grupo ng friends nila no? Naiinggit ka din kasi buti pa yung mga friends ng crush mo ay malapit sa kanya, samantalang ikaw di nageexist sa mundong ginagalawan nyan.  Sige, sambahin mo pa ang crush mo, pati gamit na underwear nya tingin mo Lacoste na pabango. Pati singit siguro amoy baby. at ang damit nyang hinubad parang gusto mo pang suutin.  Illusion lang naman ang lahat.Ginawa ko kasing santo kaya ayun, sinamba ko na. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko pa nga yung walang ligo ligo para swabe ang amoy, parang bagoong, mas matagal binuro, mas sumasarap. hehe. Paliguan mo na lang ng laway mo. Pati kilikili basain mo. Mas masarap kainin ang basa sa pawis na singit. mas may extract ng totoong amoy.  Pero mas fresh ang magiging amoy nya paggising sa umaga.  Kaya kakainin kita pagkagising mo na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-2733403424956966066?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/2733403424956966066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=2733403424956966066&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2733403424956966066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2733403424956966066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/06/amoy-sarap.html' title='Amoy sarap'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-6486632024257237334</id><published>2008-05-31T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:55:19.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My newest purchase</title><content type='html'>Nakabilii din ako  ng laptop, HIghschool pangarap ko pa to. Nagcacanvass pa nga ako ng mga models ng compaq nun dahil ang gaganda ng itsura nila. Naalala  ko pa yung price ng type kong notebook. 84k. May mga kamahalan pa ang mga laptop nuon. at dahil highschool lang ako ay lalong namagnify ang hirap sa pagbili.  Ang tagal na nuon no? Akalain mo, mga sampung taon bago natupad ang iniilusyon kong gamet.  Ang sarap ng pakiramdamn dahil ito lang ang tanging posesyon ko ng talagang pinaghirapan kong tuparin, goodluck na nga lang sa pagbayad nya monthly hehe.  Pero carrie lang.  Fitness first nga nakayanan ko naman sa gastos kong to sa loob ng 6 na bwan.  Madali na lang siguro to dahil ito lang naman ang dahilan kung bakit napapagastos ako araw araw eh-pumupunta sa shop para sa sa online games at internet use.  Nakakgastos di ako ng mahigit 200php sa bawat punta ko dun. Kasama na dun ang mga burger na binili sa burger king,C2 sa 711, at mga qwek qwek sa kanto. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sobrang excitement, di na ako nakapaginstall ng mga software nya nung nakuha ko sya, Pirated na nga lang sanang windows ang gagamitin ko eh, pero gusto ko lahat sana authenthic kahit man lang sa OS.  wala pa tong antivirus nung nakuha ko to; nagpainstall na lang ako sa katabing shop ng antivirus, di ko namanlayan free avg pala nilagay nila, pero 400php din ang singil sa akin ah!  Adik ako sa antivirus, ang sarap i "heal" ng virus! Spyware na lang ang kulang ang kumpleto para safe ang pagpunta sa mga p0rnsites.  Nalaman ko tuloy na ang gayforit.com ay di free! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limewire. Wala akong mp3 player, pero ang daming pedeng madownload dito. Tadtad nga lang daw ng mga virus ang mga files nito kaya dapat mega scan bago I-save ang mga files.  Di pa ready si limewire dahil sa mabagal kong internet connection speed "kertesy" of smartbro prepaid. Java software na lang daw ang kulang at ready na sya for use.  At akala ko naman mabilis ang wifiservice ng mga robinsons mall. aysus, ilang paligo lang ang pagitan nila ni dial-up! Di ko tuloy naipatch ang latest granado espada, Amf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre, di puro kalokohan ang paggagamitan ko sa notebook tulad ng inaakala ng iba*big grin*&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko nga diba, magaaral ako online para mamaximize ko yung ung panahong bum ako.  &lt;br /&gt;At two weeks na lang at papasok na ako. Nakakamiss ang walang work, sobra. Pero mas gagaganahan akong pumasok dahil alam kong babayaran akong malaki buwanan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good ang pakiramdan ng bagong acquisition. TIngnan mo, sa sobrang saya ko sa notebook ko, ang dami kong naiusulat!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas marami na akong magagawa online ngayun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-6486632024257237334?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/6486632024257237334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=6486632024257237334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6486632024257237334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6486632024257237334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-newest-purchase.html' title='My newest purchase'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-4910079142176019341</id><published>2008-05-26T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T05:24:43.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putchang bitches</title><content type='html'>Right now, I am in-between a group of loudmouths and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pasowsi&lt;/span&gt; type gals and bitches, who talks about Starbucks like a local telenovela.  You can hear them talk bout their not-for-public-viewing life 3 million miles from here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they are staring at me.  They cannot see what I write about here...then I hear a murmur, bet the whisper is bout my angst-ridden face.  They take pictures of their "barkada" as If I don't exist in the middle.  I came here first so they should move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at ff someplace. Trying to lounge on the members area. They are too.. But they are like screaming aged, gay beauty queens  placed on conspicuous areas!  They are just here for the gossip-which friend dates whom, what's the latest scoop 'bout their friends late night dates...We don't go to the gym and inhabit it like a gaybar, do we?(wag ng umangal!) And we don't scream somebody else's name just to turn heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked noise, especially when I am in a middle of a crisis.  Loan crisis(hehe)&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind is that I came here for and not for the "uuuyy kinikilig!" or "ate julie!" nonsense statements. When group of friends collide, they either become "funny and noisy"(which is tolerable and OK or major Lolit Solises(who talks about their nanny's stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven.  I have counted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bitchy gay guy starts packing up and starts to leave, Im hoping for him not to return. Gladly, he did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have to act as if nothing is happening around me. In my deepest recess of my insane mind, I have already killed them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-4910079142176019341?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/4910079142176019341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=4910079142176019341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4910079142176019341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4910079142176019341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/05/putchang-bitches.html' title='Putchang bitches'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-3344794313306995892</id><published>2008-05-22T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:36:51.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang text.</title><content type='html'>Ayun kay Bob Ong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi lungkot o takot ang mahirap sa pagiisa kundi ang pagtanggap na sa bilyon-bilyong tao sa mundo, wala man lang nakipaglaban para makasama ka."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-3344794313306995892?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/3344794313306995892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=3344794313306995892&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3344794313306995892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3344794313306995892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/05/isang-text.html' title='Isang text.'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-6125931111366824056</id><published>2008-05-21T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:15:03.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>"Parang ayaw ko ng magbf.  nawala na ung idelism q pagdating sa gayhapitogether4ever na tema.  Parang i want to live with wife and kids.  parang I cnt see m'self growing up with a man.   Parang wala na aqng pake sa mga gay relationship.  What went wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--txt ko sa mga nasa contacts list ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is that I am caught between religious dogma and modern beliefs about homosexuality.  I'm not taking sides yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need no Judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I won't be explicit since I might sound "taking sides". This is my crossroad which I have to carefully examine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-6125931111366824056?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/6125931111366824056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=6125931111366824056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6125931111366824056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6125931111366824056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/05/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-6726387749294743829</id><published>2008-05-19T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T05:12:25.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inggiterang post</title><content type='html'>Bryan:  haay!! Pauwi p lng aq, musta po?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathan: Anung oras ba shift mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan:  2-11...galing pa ako sa inaanak namin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathan: aq nand2 sa g4 4 a gala. hehe. As usual!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan:  Wow! Hus wd yah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathan: nagtanung ka pa! xiempre aq lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan:  ngek...panu ka gumagala kung ikaw lang? dnt get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathan: Parate namang aqng magisa kung umales eh, at di porket, gumagala ako, may kasama aq.  mas gusto ko minsan ang gumala ng magisa. At wala naman akong bf no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: ganun..uki(tapos smiley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang boring pala talaga na tao. Loser pa! Boring at Loser. What a combination! &lt;br /&gt;Pinarealize nya lang sa akin kung gaano "di kanormalan" ang lumabas ng magisa araw araw.  Madalas  ko pa naman syang katxtmate, kaya madalas alam nya kung anu ang mga pinaggagawa ko--lumabas magisa, kumain magisa, manuod ng sine magisa.  Basta lahat ng bahay na ginagawa nyo ng may kasama ay ginagawa kong magisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si essie nama kasi minsan busy.  Si jerome naman parateng "next time na lang" ang reply sa txt.  Yung iba ko namang kaopismate ay di gaanong interesado na kasama ako maliban na lang kung "cvg affairs."  At di naman malaki ang network ng friendships ko.  Isa pa, iba-iba na kame ng schedule sa opis kaya di na rin sabay sabay umuwe.&lt;br /&gt;Si patrick naman ay busy din sa work tapos sa off nya nasa bahay sya ng boyfriend nya.  Bihira na din naman akong imbitahin sa bahay nila, di tulad ng date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsa gusto ko ring maging "cool." Minsan gusto kong magblend in sa mga taong "in." At sana naman din, kahit minsan, ako ang bida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko alam kung bakit ko ito naisulat. Siguro nalungkot lang ako sa ideya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: di na masyadong nagiistay ang mga negativity sa "puso" ko. Buti naman! Everyday im starting to feel better. hehe. im proud of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-6726387749294743829?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/6726387749294743829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=6726387749294743829&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6726387749294743829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6726387749294743829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/05/inggiterang-post.html' title='Inggiterang post'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-8263777774735781295</id><published>2008-05-09T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:10:16.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang hatol ka Shamashu</title><content type='html'>Kanina lang binigay ang sentensya ko.  Madaming papel ang ipinirma. Kala ko naman ay madaling iabsord ang ideyang 10-araw na diretsong suspension mula sa pagkakahuli kong nagsusurf sa internet. Medyo nawala ako sa ulirat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handa na sana ako mentally sa suspenion ko. Akala ko ganun lang kadali, pero nagkakamali ako. Di pala ganun yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pang tangina nila para sa paglapat ng isang bwang suspension! Tatlong taon na sana ako sa May 20 pero, dahil sa kanilang "kind justice" ilalagi ko sya sa bahay ng walang pera! Anu na lang ang gagawin ko sa mga bills ko! Buti na lang at pinakancel ko na ang gym ko ngayung bwan at buti na rin lang at may kasaman quarterly bonus ang makukuha ko sa may 15! Sa iba siguro, kung mangyari ito sa kanila ay diretso ng magreresign.  Nakakakahiya pang bumalik pagkatapos ng isang buwan,  pero ang pagiging "tenured" ko sa work ang nagpipigil sa akin na lumipat sa GenPac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simula may 13 hanggang June 12 ang parusa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala silang mga puso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa punto ngayun ay naguguluhan ako kung ipagpapatuloy ko pa ang work ko kay cvg pagkatapos ng suspension at magsimula muli o kaya naman lumipat sa ibang companya para magstart sa "scratch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibig sabihin ng lahat, babalik ako sa mega bum life ng isang bwan, walang load, walang panggimik at walang nagagawang productive at tiisang magtipid hanggang makakakaya!  Ang mas mahirap pa ang yung bumalik.  Di naman ako mapride na tao pero ako lang ata sa cvg ang mananatili sa trabaho pagkatapos ng "nakahihiyang" suspension. Yung tl ko nga dati sampung araw lang na suspension ay dineretso na nya sa resignation!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayun, di ko talaga alam kung anu ang pinakamainam na gawin.  Ang gulo ng isip ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-8263777774735781295?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/8263777774735781295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=8263777774735781295&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8263777774735781295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8263777774735781295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/05/ang-hatol-ka-shamashu.html' title='Ang hatol ka Shamashu'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-7606963218085670683</id><published>2008-05-07T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:06:07.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forevermore</title><content type='html'>I've been there once before&lt;br /&gt;but I have never touched&lt;br /&gt;your glazed body &lt;br /&gt;like mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You move your hands&lt;br /&gt;to the sound of the tempo&lt;br /&gt;rubbing my back &lt;br /&gt;like a pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scrubbing, salting&lt;br /&gt;pouring a sweat&lt;br /&gt;dripping in oil&lt;br /&gt;shivering, panting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had sex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-7606963218085670683?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/7606963218085670683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=7606963218085670683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7606963218085670683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7606963218085670683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/05/forevermore.html' title='forevermore'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-3417248562736643924</id><published>2008-05-07T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:02:11.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kung meron lang</title><content type='html'>Kung meron lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung meron akong boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;magkakaron saysay ang pagiging single ko noon&lt;br /&gt;mas magiging masaya ang gumala sa mall&lt;br /&gt;na mas may panahon akong alagaan ang sarili ko at sya&lt;br /&gt;sa pagikot ng panahon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kung meron akong boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;maniniwala siguro ako sa wagas na pagibig&lt;br /&gt;na ang mga finoforward kong text ay magiging&lt;br /&gt;kaaya aya, na sa pagtulog ko sa gabi ay amoy ko ang katawan nya&lt;br /&gt;Di ko na lang aamuying ang hininga nya sa umaga&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kung meron akong boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;mas masarap kumain ng hopia at bibingka at&lt;br /&gt;pupunasan ang bibig nya kapag pakai'y ubos na&lt;br /&gt;And debate nyo ay mauuwi kung sino an g kapanipaniwala&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;kung meron akong boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;magbibibrief ako sa salas nila&lt;br /&gt;at tawag ko sa mama nya ay tita&lt;br /&gt;iimbitahan ako kapag birthday ng kapatid nya&lt;br /&gt;at kasama sa pagluto ng inihahanda sa mesa&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;kung meron akong boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;unang makakaalam si essie at shamashu&lt;br /&gt;isusulat ko sya sa blogspot&lt;br /&gt;at malalaman sya ng lahat&lt;br /&gt;kung meron lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s ginawa ko habang umoorder ang cust ko ng adult payperview. hehe. nainspire?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-3417248562736643924?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/3417248562736643924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=3417248562736643924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3417248562736643924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3417248562736643924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/05/kung-meron-lang.html' title='kung meron lang'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-7468520467978801341</id><published>2008-05-04T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:40:10.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep submerge.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impromtu taglish post'/><title type='text'>This is really is it!</title><content type='html'>Thisis it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito na ang pinakaboring na araw sa taon ko.  Ang lahat na kadalasan kong mga ginagawa ay di na nagiging interesado.  Di na rin ako nagge-gym. Matatapos na ang contrata ko sa May 31st at dalawang linggo na din naman akong di nakakapagworkout.  Akala ko nga mamimiss ko sya ng todo, di naman pala.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pa ang mga online games ko.  Noong dati nakakatagal ako sa PC sa loob ng mahigit 18  oras sa isang araw, pero ngayun mga tatlong oras na lang nila-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;logoff&lt;/span&gt; ko na mga characters ko sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Granado Espada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isanag araw pa lang to wah! Panu na kaya kung masuspend ako ng diretsong sampung araw!  Makakatagal kaya ako sa maghapong kain-tulog?  Sana lang ay di gawing straight-day suspension ng management(o ng tl ko) ang nilapat sa aking penalty&gt; kawawa naman kasi ang magiging sahod ko nun kung magkaganun.  Windang talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akad ako ng lakad kanina sa Southmall at di ko alam kung saan ako ppunta.  Naisip ko nga na sana may work na lang para kahet papaano &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;productive&lt;/span&gt; ako,pero naisip ko din na &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;twice a week &lt;/span&gt;lang naman ang off namen kaya i-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cherish&lt;/span&gt; ko na muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun nga lang di ko alam kung panu gagawin ang pag"cherish" na yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinimulan kong maghanap ng indie film sa PDI pero wala pang gay-theme ang ipinapalabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumasok ako sa Mcdo para kumain...umalis din ako kasi di magandang kumain ng kumain kapag bored.  Isa pa, sangkatutak ang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;transfat&lt;/span&gt; ng mga fried chicken nila. Parati pa naman akong two-piece spicy chicken. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit ito rin ang tema ng sinulat ko sa journal ko nung bum pa ako.  Naalala ko nga pala na isinulat ko doon na natural na lumalabas ang mga bagong magagadang gawin kapag bored to death ka na sa routine mo. Ito ang mga panahong tinetest ng &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;universe&lt;/span&gt; ang perserverance at patience ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano kaya an magiging panapal sa off time ko lalo't stagnant(mejo) ulet ang buhay ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro bagong trabaho? Bagong perspective sa buhay? Lovelife?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa panahon ko ngayun, di naman masamang maging optimistic ako sa mga bagay-bagay na darating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalo sa ngayun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-7468520467978801341?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/7468520467978801341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=7468520467978801341&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7468520467978801341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7468520467978801341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-really-is-it.html' title='This is really is it!'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-8286727365105767003</id><published>2008-05-01T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:39:28.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thirty-second poem'/><title type='text'>2 u 4 me</title><content type='html'>Pinnacle is on top&lt;br /&gt;Rockbottom is down&lt;br /&gt;Change the weather&lt;br /&gt;no, you can never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reached the highest point&lt;br /&gt;Gone down, very low&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll be parted&lt;br /&gt;with sorrow;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reactions are free&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to see me&lt;br /&gt;Clarify my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Do you get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been wandering&lt;br /&gt;I am lost too&lt;br /&gt;Hope to find your way&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay my respect to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the first to know&lt;br /&gt;The last to listen&lt;br /&gt;Deviate your courses&lt;br /&gt;Only to find emptiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-8286727365105767003?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/8286727365105767003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=8286727365105767003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8286727365105767003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8286727365105767003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-u-4-me.html' title='2 u 4 me'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-6032287932060798072</id><published>2008-04-26T20:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:48:13.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspension for ten days!</title><content type='html'>Letcheng sipsip na tl yan, kala mo di pala surf ng net kahit nuong agent pa lang sya! Ayun contrabida ang drama nya at nireport na ako diretso sa OM ng nagsusurf ng "unrelated internet sites" ng di sinabihan ang aking IMMEDIATE supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short masasabon ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko namang mali ako, pero dapat di nya inoverride ang authority ng tl ko. Para tuloy akong mapapagalitan ng nanay ng inaway mong kalaro ng di muna kinakausap ang mama mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagcheck lang naman ako sa entries ng mga blogfriendships ko ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iritang irita talaga ako kahapon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangina nya, wag nya lang akong iritahin pa, tigang pa naman ako ngayun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibiyakin ko sya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-6032287932060798072?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/6032287932060798072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=6032287932060798072&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6032287932060798072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6032287932060798072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/04/suspension-of-ten-days_26.html' title='Suspension for ten days!'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-949439403105717161</id><published>2008-04-26T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:20:57.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impromtu taglish post'/><title type='text'>Gameplan</title><content type='html'>Anu bang gagawin kapag day off? Usually gala ako southmall, laro ng online game, tambay sa ATC o kaya nuod cine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I be-break ko na ang monotonous cycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially ngayun na "I feel good" ang emote ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupunta ako ng mga town na di ko pa narating. Pasok sa mga "medyo" risky na bar for a "show."  Tambay ako gym and make friends.  O kaya, magapply sa mga online gaming community bilang isang factotum(hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat out-of-the-box ang drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakaswa na kaasi ang pulit ulit na routine.  Di mo na aapreciate ang kinikta mo kung nagsasawa ka kan sa pinaggagawa mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take risks one step at a time and enjoy life while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefree but careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya nun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-949439403105717161?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/949439403105717161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=949439403105717161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/949439403105717161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/949439403105717161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/04/gameplan.html' title='Gameplan'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-7269750215061926097</id><published>2008-04-24T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:53:09.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep submerge.'/><title type='text'>Simbuyo ng damdamin</title><content type='html'>Panu ba ang pakiramdam ng isang halik?&lt;br /&gt;Naamoy mo ba ang laway nya?&lt;br /&gt;Panu kung tumatama ang mga ngipin?&lt;br /&gt;Gagalaw ka pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San gumugulong ang iyong dila&lt;br /&gt;Sa loob ng mahal mo&lt;br /&gt;Pede din bang tumulo ang laway&lt;br /&gt;Kapag tuloy-tuloy ang halikan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San gumagapang ang kamay&lt;br /&gt;Kapag nadadala ka na sa eksena?&lt;br /&gt;Maaamoy mo rin ba ang kinain nya?&lt;br /&gt;Mauubusan ka ba ng hininga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panu ba ang pakiramdam &lt;br /&gt;ng isang mainit na yakap?&lt;br /&gt;O kaya ang paghaplos sa buhok nya &lt;br /&gt;habang ka biruan ka?&lt;br /&gt;Anu ang nagiging amoy&lt;br /&gt;ng pinagsamang init ng katawan?&lt;br /&gt;Paano kapag kinurot ka sa pisngi &lt;br /&gt;sabay sabi "dyan ka lang"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kapat natutulog na ba kayo ay hihigpitan mo &lt;br /&gt;ang yakap sa kanya?&lt;br /&gt;Panonoorin mo ba syang matulog at humilik&lt;br /&gt;at kiligin dahil dito?&lt;br /&gt;Paano kung pasma ang kamay nya?&lt;br /&gt;hahawakan mo pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s di ko alam kung panu ending nito. parang nahirapan ako weh. roughdraft pa lang yan(alibi!)hehe. ang sarap pala kasing gumawa ng tula!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-7269750215061926097?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/7269750215061926097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=7269750215061926097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7269750215061926097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7269750215061926097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/04/simbuyo-ng-damdamin.html' title='Simbuyo ng damdamin'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-378029166551409049</id><published>2008-04-21T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:18:29.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thirty-second poem'/><title type='text'>Should be there</title><content type='html'>I want to be in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;then hold your hand while walking&lt;br /&gt;fly past our insecurity&lt;br /&gt;to belong in the world of admiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stage is set unclear&lt;br /&gt;you are not going near it&lt;br /&gt;sublime entrance &lt;br /&gt;and wander the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will not be it&lt;br /&gt;I am not you&lt;br /&gt;time runs like a wound&lt;br /&gt;and you are wounded too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water is a dream&lt;br /&gt;I am dream of it's existence&lt;br /&gt;take me with you&lt;br /&gt;I love you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s mas cathartic ang gumawa ng poem minsan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-378029166551409049?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/378029166551409049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=378029166551409049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/378029166551409049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/378029166551409049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-to-be-in-your-shoes-then-hold.html' title='Should be there'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-1289059187318418623</id><published>2008-04-17T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:47:51.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thirty-second poem'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I don't like letting go &lt;br /&gt;It fears me the most&lt;br /&gt;The most soft side of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gathered some strength&lt;br /&gt;mustered the power&lt;br /&gt;courageous defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cynical ambition&lt;br /&gt;for some&lt;br /&gt;high end; spirits soar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-1289059187318418623?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/1289059187318418623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=1289059187318418623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/1289059187318418623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/1289059187318418623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-7074984408988024039</id><published>2008-04-15T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:21:52.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote from GA</title><content type='html'>"Why do we keep hitting ourselves with a hammer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because it feels so good when it stops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La akong maisip na post.  Darating din yung emotion para gabayan ako sa post ko. &lt;br /&gt;For now, turbo gym mode, magopen up ng savings account at magisip kung panahon na para tapusin ang two-year employment sa cvg para makapagstart ng bago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May tendency pala akong umiyak na parang gripo kapag na bulls eye ng isang tao(ok si essie!) ang core ng emotion ko. Nakalimutan ko na kung anung sinabi nya(post mo dito essie). Buti na lang at bigla kong nasuppress, kondi, magmumuka akong naluging businessman sa lounge ng fitness first.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang daming kailangan I-let go. Una, ung contract ko sa fitness na mageend sa April 30th. Naging part pa naman sya ng life ko bigtime.  Kailangan ko din kasing magbayad ng iba pang bills, 2.5k din kasi ang monthly fee ng gym.  Parang di ko alam kung san ko gugugulin ang panahon kokapag tapos na sya; di mo alam kung anung magiging replacement ng timeslot mo sa tanghali inbetween 2 pm 'til 5 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos yung ano...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-7074984408988024039?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/7074984408988024039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=7074984408988024039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7074984408988024039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7074984408988024039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/04/quote-from-ga.html' title='Quote from GA'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-6136714582557911641</id><published>2008-04-13T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:06:21.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambivalence</title><content type='html'>Letcheng tug-of-war to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko alam kung aabante ako; kung aatras. Hirap kasing magtimpla ng emotion. Hirap ding maginterpret ng mga codes.  Di mo naman gustong sumuko, pero ayaw mo din na humarap sa sitwaston. Sana lumipas na lang to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige go lang ako ng go. Naguguluhan lang talaga ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letcheng courtship to. Iwas muna ako sa yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-6136714582557911641?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/6136714582557911641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=6136714582557911641&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6136714582557911641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6136714582557911641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/04/ambivalence.html' title='Ambivalence'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-3211553702643305185</id><published>2008-04-13T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:27:50.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spur of the moment ideas</title><content type='html'>Kapag nanghingi ako ng chichirya sa mga kaopismate ko, minsan nauubos ko. Minsan ako pa ang nagbubukas para "tumikim."  Ganun ako weh. Ok lang naman din kung ginawa din nila yun sa akin.  Pero naiintindihan nila kaweirdohan ko.  Di naman sila nagagalit kasi minsan may mga "peace offering" naman ako. Kapag naubos ko naman pagkain nila, binibilhan ko din sila ng bagong food. Yun nga lang, pera pa din nila. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talagang may pagkaweirdo daw ako.  In a good way naman daw.  Di naman maipaliwanag ng mga kakilala kung bakit.  Parati nilang sinasabi na may pagkasarcastic daw akong magsalita.  Ang mga tanung ko daw parang may mga duda/accusation na tone.  Buti na lang at naintindihan na nila na na wala sa akin ang tono ng boses ko. Part lang talaga sya ng pagkatao ko.  May instance pa nga na naguusap kami ng chemisty graduate  friend ko,tapos sinabi ko sa kanya na gusto ko ding kumuha ng course nya kasi gusto kong gumawa ng lason. Napangiti na lang ang mga nakarinig. wahehe.  Pero di lang alam ng kausap ko na gusto ko lang talagang magusot ng lab coat*tumambling* hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madali akong panghinaan ng loob. Negative thinker kasi. Kaunting defect lang ng sitwasyon ay napapaisip na akong magdeviate ng plano. Pero ang tingin ng mga former friends ko, calm and solid fighter ako(hehe, yan ang description ng manga kay sailor neptune weh.) May previous comment pa nga yung isang friend ko na, Im always a standout na para daw supernova sa universe kapag inilagay sa isang room(exagge talaga!)Ewan ko ba kung bakit ko sinabi to, siguro nagpapalakas lang ng loob. Makapagkape nga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-3211553702643305185?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/3211553702643305185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=3211553702643305185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3211553702643305185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3211553702643305185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/04/spur-of-moment-ideas.html' title='Spur of the moment ideas'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-1593659205625642924</id><published>2008-04-11T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:11:40.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pana-panahon</title><content type='html'>Ganyan ka ang "dalas" ang mga major changes sa buhay ko. Kada dalawang taon. &lt;br /&gt;May sariling orasan ang lahat sa buhay ko. Kahit sa anung "field sa buhay",twenty four months ang maturity nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twenty four&lt;/span&gt; na ang nakakaraan ng pinaglabanan ko ang pinakamatitinding insecurity ko.   Akala ko pa naman di matatapos ang unos na yun. Masyado kang apektado sa lahat ng pinakamaliliit na details ng itsura mo.  Minsan nga ayaw ko ng pumasok kapag napapangitan ako sa sarili ko. Minsan din talagang di ako tumutuloy sa trabaho.  Sobra din ang inggit ko sa mga taong may mas mataas na "lifestyle" kada sa akin.  Naiirita ako sa mga kaopis mate ko kapag mas marami silang kasama kapag uwian; palibhasa loner ako, di ko pinapahalata na gusto kong sumama sa kanila.  Di rin ako makatagal sa mga taong magsyota, lalo na yung mga gay couple kasi pakiramdam ko nuon di ko mararating ang "couple" na status.  Pero ang bilis pala ng lahat ng mga pangyayari. Di mo akalain na unti unti na syang syang maglalaho at magkakaron ka ng bagong saloobin sa mga taong nasa paligid mo.  Wala na talaga ang insecurity ko ngayun. Nalunod na sa tagal ng panahon. Tagal din nun. Dalawang taon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalawang taon bago ako mainsecure ng todo, wala akong trabaho.  Katatapos lang ng contrata ko nuon sa Kenny Roger's Roasters. January yun. At di na nasundan pang muli dalawang taon matapos nun.  Pero araw araw akong nasa arcade.  Yun ang bisyo ko.  At dahil wala ka pang perang pangtustos sa pambili ng mga tokens, kumukupit ako sa nanay ko.  Minsan nga kahit singkwenta pesos lang ay solb na ako.  Aabutin na ako hanggang magsara ang mall.  Pero mabilis naman ang oras dahil masaya  ka na sa buhay mo at parepareho kayo ng mga tropa mo sa arcade na mga "palamunin."  Kahit gutom ka na ay kailangan mo na lang tiisin kasi tama lang ang pera mo para makauwi. Nagsawa ako kaka"challenge" sa mga dayo ng arcade. Talo din naman ako sa huli. Pero nung papalapit na yung &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;21st&lt;/span&gt; bertday ko, Napaiyak ako sa kama pagkagising dahil sa kawalan ng gagawin sa buhay.  At dahil impulsive na ako nuon, nagasikaso ako para magaaply ng trabaho.  Call center ang ginusto ko dahil gusto kong  magipon para makabili ng laptop.   At nung araw na yun, Convergys ang tinarget kong aplayan. Sa mga isandaang aplikante ng Convergys alabang, ako lang ang natanggap(sinabi sa akin yun ng isang hr officer nung matapos ung final interview).  Bihira na ako ngayung magacarcade. Nabobore na nga ako minsan dun weh. Sa loob ng mga ilang araw, nakuha ko ang unang sweldo ko.  Tinereat ko ang sarili ko. Nagarcade sa Alabang Town center ng Virtua Tennis ng buong araw.  Siguro kailangan ko lang talagang maranasan un para maintindihan kung gaano kahalaga ang pagiging responsable.  Di ako babalik sa buhay na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Two light years&lt;/span&gt; bago ako bum, may isang tropa ako na tinagurian kong "bestfriends."&lt;br /&gt;Kaibigan ko sila mula grade 1 pa lang.  Kala nyo magtatagal kayo habambuhay kasi nga sabi ng Spice Girls "friendship never ends"(ako si mel b sa magkakaibigan/lima din kasi kami).  Nung nagkaroon na sila ng tigiisang lovelife, di na kame madalas magusap at magkita, yung isa kong kaibigan na transgender, may boyfriend na Homophobic. Si Friendship #2 ay may boyfriend na din na taga UST.  Si friendship #3 may lawyer na sugardaddy.  Kala mo magiging ganun na lang parati--pupunta sa bahay ni friend#2, kakain, sasayaw sa tugtog ni Britney Spears, magkakape, maguusap tungkol sa walang kamatayang future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaamin ko kasalanan ko din kung bakit kami nagkawatak watak, nagsimula yung paglamig ng samahan ng sinabihan ko si friend#3 na salawahan sya kasi may boyfriend sya kapag weekends, may fubu namam sa ibang araw.  Sa una di naman ako tutol kasi wala naman akong masamang masasabi sa ginagawa nya. At tingin ko nuon isang social status ang makipaglandian sa ibang lalake kahit na may bf ka na. At pakiramdam ko nuon napakalayu na nila sa akin kasi ako na lang ang walang bf nuon. Nuong araw na sinabi ni walter sa akin na may iba na syang boyfriend after ni "Lawyer" nairita ako sa inggit, sinabi ko na napaka "magdalena" nya; na pumayag syang makipagdo sa halagang 100php. Nagkasalitaan kame ng masasakit. Tagos buto talaga. Di nya lang alam nalungkot ako sa ideya na ako ay wala pang bf at sila namamayagpag na ang lovelife--inggit nga naman.  Di na namin niresolba ung alitan namin na yun.  Nangyari yung pagaaway kay friend#3 tatlong linggo bago ang bertday ko.  Di na kame nagusap muli mula nuon.  Kumampi na lang si friend#2 kay #3. Nagkaisa sila. At bago magxmas pagkatapos ng pagaaway na yun, di na din ako kinausap ni friend#2 mula nuon. Former friend na lang ang turing ko sa kanila.  Di na mababalik ang "SpicePower." At wala na ding mga friend para tawagan at kulitin ko sa mga bago kung crush. &lt;br /&gt;Namiss ko sila, pero di na ngayun. Wala na akung balita sa kanila kahit na nasa isang village lang kame.  Matagal din akong nalungkot pero matagal na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang daming nangyari.  Pero naging masaya ang "journey." Ngayun iniisip ko na ang lahat ng hinahangad ko ay may kaniyang panahon para mahinog.  Kahit na nakalulungkot ang buhay bum ko nuon naging simulain sya para maging ganito ako ngayun. At dahil wala na akong mga kaibigan, panahon na para maghanap ng mga totoong tao. Ang dami daming pedeng mangyari sa susunod na dalawang taon ng buhay ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di na ako makapaghintay kung ano man yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*parang tumambling ako sa post kong to. ewan ko ba!*walang panahong i proofread! down ang firewall ng cvg ng 30 minutes! basta write and post lang.  haaayyz. wala munang lovelife lovelife!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-1593659205625642924?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/1593659205625642924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=1593659205625642924&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/1593659205625642924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/1593659205625642924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/04/pana-panahon.html' title='Pana-panahon'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-6701925495504322582</id><published>2008-04-07T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:38:02.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>try lang ng haiku</title><content type='html'>Di na ako inlove sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;naguguluhan&lt;br /&gt;pero normal lang daw to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-6701925495504322582?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/6701925495504322582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=6701925495504322582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6701925495504322582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6701925495504322582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/04/try-lang-ng-haiku.html' title='try lang ng haiku'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-3116850406021033527</id><published>2008-04-06T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:04:16.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basahin mo to essie</title><content type='html'>Dear Essie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment dapat to sa prenster mo weh, pero naisip ko madaming bagay ang dapat mung malaman dahil kulang ang space ng comments’ box sa prenster kaya isang post sa blog ang idededicate ko sayo(naks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong paladalaw ka dito sa blog ko, tinitingnan ang mga agos ng buhay ko.  So far Ok na naman ang almost lahat sa kanila.   Miss na kita dito sa cvg, ngayun ko lang talaga nadarama ang pagkawala ko since nasa “crisis” ako ngayun. At alam mo ang lahat sa kanila. Parati din tayong magkatabi sa pinakalikod ng station para mag INTERNET maghapon at makipagchat sa mga kateam naten habang nagwowork.  At di ka nagiisa, di ko pa rin alam ang mechanics ng larong cricket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pa, parati ka palang nandyan kapag may problema ako sa  sanity ko no? Ikaw ang naging shock absorber ng mga worries ko. Minsa nga naiirita ka na dahil mahahabang mga texts sa insecurity ang pinagtetext ko sa iyo minsan kapag tinamaan ako ng kalungkutan(mga apat na pages)--kaw ang nilalapitan ko.  At parang nahiya naman ako sa problema mo tungkol sa lovelife mo dati kasi wala akong naishare na magandang payo sa iyo.  Sa yo ko lang inamin na di talaga ako marunong magpayo dahil wala talaga akong magandang sasabihin. Pero da best part ay nagiging shock absorber din ako ng worries mo since magaling akong makinig at makadama. Parang naguilty(parang lang)ako nung mga panahong magulo ang isip mo dahil sa dalawa mong lover(haba hair!), habang nagmumukmok ka, sinasabi ko sa iyo na isa ka ng dakilang Makikiapid! Tawa lang ako ng tawa nun kasi napacarefree ng pakiramdan. At hinayaan mo na lang ako dahil alam mo naman wala naman talaga sa akin yung mga pangaalipustang yun.   Naalala mo ba si Putik? Yung baklang mataba na maykulay ang buhok na mataba? Wala lang. Nandun pa rin sya! Wahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napagdaanan ko na ang lahat ng insecurities ko at di na sya bumabagabag sa pangaraw araw na buhay ko. Kasi dati diba, kapag tinamaan ng kaengengan, halos ayaw ko ng pumasok! Pero dahil nandyan ka, naging tolerable ang lahat.  Sabi ko sa iyo weh, na mimiss ko ang mga “kaartehan” ko dahil alam ko naman mapagtatagumpayan ko ang lahat ng mga yon.  Success!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahilig ka din sa anime sobra at dun tayo nagkakasundo talaga.  Ang type mo naman genre ay yung mga lovestory(hana yori dango, hana kimi) ako naman yung sa “action” at fantasy(weiss kreuz, sailormoon, rayearth. Slayers(naalala ko pa din yung spell ni lina inverse!).  Buti na lang at di ka nagpakwento in detail ng mga storya ng ibang anime, kasi minsan kung magkekwento ako, may kasama pang sound epek(brhshshsshsh) ayaw ko lang tingnan ng mga madlang people.  Hihi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw din yung taong nakukulitan na sa kakatanung kung panu pupunta ng Robinsons Manila. Nalala ko pa nga sa txt: “sakay ka ng fx, sabihin mo sa drayber ibaba ka sa pedro gil!” at may pahabol pa na “naku, parati na lang ganito!.” Pero in the end ligaw pa din ako. Turista nga ako weh! HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napapa cringe ka minsan kapag kinekwentuhan kita ng mga fetish ko.  Naalala mo pa yung mga pornsites na dinadalaw NATEN? WahahA! Nasanay ka na lang sa mga pinaggagawa ko dahil…anu pa nga bang magagawa mo eh kaibigan kita eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkasama tayo sa larong ragnarok nung kasikatan pa nuon! Odin ang server naten at shamashu na talaga ang main character ko dun kaw naman si Neera na “full support priest.” Naging extension na din yun ng ating buhay kahit di na tayo naglalaro nun.  Aaminin ko naging crush ko si “spongecola011” nuon! Parati kasi syang kasama kong maglaro nuong newbie pa kame. Nasan na kaya yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;◘Hanggang ngayun in denial pa din ako sa totoong feelings ko. Pabayaan mo na yun. ganyan lang talaga siguro ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;◘Pinangako ko sa sarili ko na kung magkakabf ako, kaw ang unang makakaalam at sinabi ko din naman yun sa yo wah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;◘At one last na lang talaga. Iba na ang cvg kasi wala ka na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Nathan to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s na plutter ako nung sinabihan mo ako sa telepono na “maganda kaya mata mo!” nung kinokomplement ko  si crushie.  Napapangiti pa din ako sa sinabi mo til now! at kung kailan mo ng paper towels. marami akong nakuha sa pantry! whaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-3116850406021033527?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/3116850406021033527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=3116850406021033527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3116850406021033527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3116850406021033527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/04/oist-amp-wakokok.html' title='Basahin mo to essie'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-5108760622313808876</id><published>2008-03-31T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:27:51.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamatayan</title><content type='html'>Nabanggit ko na to kay Southdude kasi nagkita kame sa Fitness First Southmall nuong nakaraang linggo tungkol sa panaginip ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parati kong napapaniginipan ang mga eroplanong sumasabog ng unti unti o kaya naman magcacrash sa kabatuhan.  Recurring dream sya, pero ang nakakalungkot, ako lang ang parating walang kaibigan sa loob ng eroplano para magbigay ng paalam o kaya walang gustong magbigay ng celfone ng mga pasahero para tawagan ko one last time ang pamilya ko.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalmado pa nga ako ng nagsisimula ng mag "nosedive" ang mga eroplanong sinasakyan ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa sobrang dalas ng panaginip na to, natatakot na akong matulog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-5108760622313808876?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/5108760622313808876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=5108760622313808876&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/5108760622313808876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/5108760622313808876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/03/kamatayan.html' title='Kamatayan'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-2516241892732307671</id><published>2008-03-29T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:12:55.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walang Destinasyon</title><content type='html'>Di ko alam kung anu talagang field ng trabaho ang gusto kong kariren.  Hindi ko rin alam kung san ako papunta.  Ang gulo! Naisipan kong magaral muli pero natigil ang plano ko dahil di ko alam kung anung course ang kukunin ko.  Dati rati, gusto ko subordinate lang ako; secretary ng kung sinong boss.  Pero nagbago yun ng nagkaaroon ako ng ideya ng gumawa ng mga damit. Designer kumbaga.  Pero ang daming youngdesigners ang naglipana, naisip ko, matataob lang nila ako dahil di naman ako artistic at wala akong taste pagdating sa fashion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, out na ang fashion industry sa pangarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabasa ko na ang mga entry ni Gripen. Naintriga ako sa ideya ng pagpapalipad ng eroplano. Tutal gusto ko naman talagang maconquer ang fear ko sa himpapawid. At isa pa, bata pa lang ako, may fascination na ako sa mga nagcacrash ng mga eroplano(morbid, i know).  Ang pinakagusto ko nuon ang paliparin ang mga Concorde ng France. Kasi sosy at tinaguriang "world's safest plane." Pero wala ng Concorde ngayun. Tinanung ko din sa mga kakilala kong may idea sa kursong aviation kung magkano aabutin ang kursong iyon. Milyones daw.  Nalula ako sa kamahalan nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, out na ang aviation industry sa pangarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pang kinahihiligan ko ang ang Mathematics.  Kahit na di ako talaga magaling pagdating sa pagkulkula ng mga numero ng daigdig, alam kong kaya ko itong ma "master" kung bibigyan ko lang ng sapat na panahon. Enjoyable kasi masyado ang math. Walang hanggan ang applikasyon nito. At dahil math nga ang gusto ko, gusto kong magaral ng astropisiko. Universtiy Of the Philippines lang ata ang nagoofer nito. Sobra ang paghanga ko sa mga Pulsar, Quasar, Supernova at Dark Matter.  Bilyong-bilyong numero ang pagtaya sa lakas ng pwersa na nailalabas ng mga ito anupat binibigyang pagkilala ang ating Pinakadakilang Matematiko. Pero dapat alamin ko muna ang mga basic ng math bago pa infinity ang kalkulahin ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, out na ang Mathematics sa pangarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung tutuusin, marami pang karir ang gusto kong pagtuunana ng pansin pero wala akong interes na bulaybulayin pa ang iba. Magulo na kung magulo ang isip ko pero lahat naman tayo nakakaranas nito.  Dasal siguro ang katapat nito. Tutal alam Nya ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, log out muna ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-2516241892732307671?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/2516241892732307671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=2516241892732307671&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2516241892732307671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2516241892732307671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/03/walang-destinasyon.html' title='Walang Destinasyon'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-2168741771350118834</id><published>2008-03-27T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:57:14.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lab leyter</title><content type='html'>Sige aaminin ko na type na kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung una ko palang makita ang mga mata mo, naakit na ako--sobra sobra. Alam ko naman di naman tayo magiging "tayo." Kasi di mo malalaman na type kita at siguro din, di mo naman susuklian ang nararamdaman ko.  Anu bang meron sa mga mata mo at parang nawala ako. At yung mga ngiti mo "napakaamo."  Di naman tayo magkakilala talaga kaya wag mo na lang siguro akong seryosohin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pati sa panaginip ko pumapasok ka.  Ganun pala ang pakiramdam ng total bliss no? Napakaecstatic. Mind you, sa panaginip ko naranasan yun.  At kinilabutan pa nung nagising!  Kasi naman sa panaginip ko, sinabi mo na gusto mo ako makilala ng buong buo; na kahit medyo malayo ka ay magkakaron pa tayo ng panahon para sa isat isa. Sinabi ko naman sayo na bago daw tayo matulog sa panaginip ko, ay binigkas ko sa 'yo ang mga kataga na sinabi ni Ruth kay Noemi.  Napaluha ka pa nga daw tayo sa tuwa dahil pinangakuan kita ng ganun.  At sinabi ko rin na ako ang taong iintindi sa yo kapag nagagalit ka, uunawa sa mga &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shortcomings&lt;/span&gt; mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pessimistic&lt;/span&gt; ako, di na ako aasa sa pagsumamo mo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sana minsan maging parte naman ako ng mundo mo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nandito lang ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-2168741771350118834?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/2168741771350118834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=2168741771350118834&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2168741771350118834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2168741771350118834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/03/lab-leyter.html' title='lab leyter'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-2616784025543137568</id><published>2008-03-20T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:55:55.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAMBERDAY!</title><content type='html'>Im now officially a lady(lol!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-four years old na ako!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Time flies.  TIme flies when your'e having fun with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di naman ako nagcecelebrate eh. &lt;br /&gt;Nasa opis hanggang 3pm. &lt;br /&gt;Basta magsasaya ako in my own way.*Loner Mode*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-2616784025543137568?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/2616784025543137568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=2616784025543137568&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2616784025543137568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2616784025543137568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/03/hamberday.html' title='HAMBERDAY!'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-8244969653888769253</id><published>2008-03-14T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:46:12.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>ang daming nagbago ng magsimula akong mag blog last year!  Totoo pala yun noh, stress reliever nga pala talaga ang pagsulat.  Ito na ako ngayun. Naninibago sa bago kong pakiramdam.  Kasi nga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nung magsimula akong magblog, nabawasan na yung pagiging insecure ko kasi may mga taong sumusuporta ang nagpapalakas ng loob ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Di na ako naiinggit sa mga gay-couple. Kasi dati makakita lang ako ng dalawang bading na magkasama, inggit na inggit ako sa point na winiwish ko na magbreak sila--sa harap ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Di na ako takot makihalubilo sa mga tao. Kasi naramdaman ko thru blogging na dapat iassociate ko ang sarili ko sa kanila para may matutunan ako pagdating sa pakikisama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pakiramdam ko "I belong!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tumaas ang confidence level ko. Di na mahiyain masyado. Nakakapasok na ako ng starbucks(LOL!). Dati kasi na o op ako sa starbucks kasi tingin ko napaka "cozy" ng place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Di na ako malungkutin kasi naihahayag ko ang damdamin ko ng walang judgement sa ibang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya dito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-8244969653888769253?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/8244969653888769253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=8244969653888769253&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8244969653888769253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8244969653888769253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/03/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-4018728067221003445</id><published>2008-03-11T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:25:31.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial King</title><content type='html'>"no wonder you're still single.u alwys make an alibi n evything and evn n ur shortcomings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--txt sa akin ng close office friend ko na naging crush ko nung una ko pa lang sya nakita kasi nga eye-candy sya at hottie-cutie talaga. mejo small nga lang sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinabi ko kasi sa kanya na sa totoo lang kung bakit niyaya ko syang manuod ng sine sa Alabang Town Center, ay di para manuod ng pelikula. Boyhunt ang pinunta ko dun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parati na lang akong nagtatago sa sarili ko.  Babaguhin ko na talaga ang personality kong mahiyain at mataray.  Para sa akin din to dava?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-4018728067221003445?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/4018728067221003445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=4018728067221003445&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4018728067221003445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4018728067221003445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/03/denial-king.html' title='Denial King'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-445606419058263098</id><published>2008-03-09T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T06:20:59.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung san dalhin ng agos ng buhay...</title><content type='html'>Bakit ba puro na lang, kalungkutan ang ending ng mga gay indie films dito sa Pilipinas? &lt;br /&gt;Anung meron dun? Kung di ko lang sana napanuod yung Daybreak sa Robinsons Manila, di ko to mapapansin. Tutal madame dame na ring akong napanuon na mga gay lovestory. At lahat sila either bittersweet or plain depressing ang ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalungkot ako sa ideya nila. Bigyan naman sana ng mga writers ang pagasa ang homo-relationship na storyline.  OO na, "sumasalamin na naman sya sa tunay na buhay" ang parati nilang sinasabi kung bakit wala na namang pinatunguhan ang pagsasama nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takot na din ang pinadama sa akin ng pelikulang yun. Takot na mapunta sa ganung sitwasyon: pupunta si boyfriend sa malayung lugar para tuparin ang pangarap nyang trabaho; ako maiiwan dahil di ko naman kayang pumunta dun sa patutunguhan nya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero di naman lahat ata ng gay relationship sa ganun patungo,pero napaka bihira sigurong eksena yung naging kayo hanggang katandaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anung happy ending ba ang naiisip mo kapag gay relationship ang pinaguusapan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-445606419058263098?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/445606419058263098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=445606419058263098&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/445606419058263098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/445606419058263098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/03/bakit-ba-puro-na-lang-kalungkutan-ang.html' title='Kung san dalhin ng agos ng buhay...'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-4929275923140708584</id><published>2008-03-06T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:19:05.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assorted</title><content type='html'>(unedited)&lt;br /&gt;To whom it may concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Nathan Cervillano, is very much interested in applying for the position of a PST trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have maximized and honed my skills and therefore willing to share the experience and the lesson I have learned from becoming a Directv agent. Two years of staying with the same program as well as being with some of the best teamleaders I have known, has given me the chance to excel. And besides,I need to climb up the organizational ladder one step at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the first step in the company that I will be making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours&lt;br /&gt;Nathan cervillano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa taas ang application letter ko for a pst trainer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibuburo ko na lang muna ang sarili ko sa work habang wala pang benta sa lovelife.  Buti ang opismayt kong sinamahan nya ako sa alabang town center, pinangalanan naming "haven" yung place.  Kasi sabi nya yung stairway daw na yun na naglelead sa pc express ay isang lungga ng quickie. Dun nya daw ginawa yung deed with a guy he approached. Buti kaya nya yun? Sabi nya nga, yung personality ko ngayun na masyadong mahiyain at di makatingin sa mata ng mga crush nya ay personalidad nya noon. Sabi nya sa akin na magbabago din yung pagkamahiyain ko. Sana naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness, ang cute ng guy, kasi chineck namin sa prenster profile nya. He has beautiful eyes and a body with a slight carpet all over(fetish ko pa naman yun). Pero may anak. Pero ok lang kasi malaki naman ata ang pagibig nya.  He has the eyes of Derek ramsey and a slight relevance with vandamme(bata bata pa version). Naalala ko pa nga ang email address weh. Pero di ko sasabihin para fair sa part ni dave at ni guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At yung post naman ni Punked talagang naapektuhan ako, kasi naman pagibig nya yun na hinahabol nya.  Masyado pa naman akong sensitibo pagdating sa ganyan. Pag ako nasaktan emotionally, naapektuhan ako-sa work kahit sa paglalaro.  At di ko pa naranasan ang heartbreak sa jowa kasi zero lovelife ko. Masyado siguro akong magigng devastated kapag may breakup mode ang drama ng relationship ko. May isa nga insidente na sinundan ko yung crush ko nung highschool sa may village nila tapos tinanung ko kay crushie kung saan ang project four na street(na alam kong street ng bahay nila) tapos mega rejection ang ginawa sa akin.  Binilisan nya nag pace ng paglakad nya tapos di nya sinasagot ang tanung ko. Sumisigaw na ako ng "anu ba, magsalita ka naman!" Talagang eskandalo ang eksena. tapos nung di na ako makapaglakad ng mabilis tumigil na ako at natulala. Umuwi ako sa bahay ng former friend ko na umiiyak. Nilakad ko ang halos isang kilometrong kalsada simula Moonwalk village hanggang southmall tapos pasok sa Pilar village ng humahagulgol. Ngayun iniisip ko na muka akong engot nun. Panu ba naman binasag ni crushie ang batang puso ko. Waaaaaa! nakakahiyang balikan yun! ok erase! erase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa application ko naman sa work, parang ayaw ko na ngang i pursue weh, ngayun kasi ang last day nya tapos yung idea pa lang ng gigisahin ka sa interview ay nakakabutterfly na. wag na lang muna. I need more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward, sisimulan ko na talagang magapproach ng mga prospect. Nasa mata daw yung go signal eh. Ang dami kong chances ang pinapalagpas, kung oportunista at medyo assertive ako sana, nagkaron na ako ng ex(LOL!) Sabi nga sa akin ni Ishnavera, na dapat I need to put myself in the market kasi walang bibili sa yo(siguro kung hot ako, mega sale ako sa seb's!)&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang may blog para i exhaust ang nilalaman ng puso ko. May mga kaibigan ako dito. At alam kong susuportohan nila ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ako nagiisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-4929275923140708584?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/4929275923140708584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=4929275923140708584&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4929275923140708584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4929275923140708584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/03/assorted.html' title='Assorted'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-8570949550932907715</id><published>2008-02-21T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:39:46.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Scylla and Charybdis</title><content type='html'>*It completely shatters my ingrown belief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to let this out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cheating is healthy. It’s a lifestyle that PLU’s will eventually have to encounter. As long as the other partner doesn’t know what you’re doing is, you’re safe. The rules bout loyalty and monogamy have changed.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Nathan using his “heart” to counteract the acts of cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s a fragile rule and One big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malilibog kasi ang mga bakla eh, kaunting kati, kamot na kaagad. Init lang naman yan eh kaya ka nakikipagkantutan sa mga taong labas sa relasyon nyo.  Unfair. Minamahal kita pero may kakabayuan akong ibang tao kapag gusto ko ng ibang flavor. Ang maganda pa sa cheating kasi pede kang gumamit ng mga high-falluting-words-of-wisdom-sugar coated-to-suit-your-needs na pananlita para nga naman ma justify mo na “cheating is a form of transcending the relationship further.”  Sang lupalop ba nanggaling ang batas na yan. Nagging pilipit na ba ang pangmalas naten sa pagibig?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ng fwend ko thru text:&lt;br /&gt;“People cheat coz they are not content in their relationship. Whether it’s physical emotional or physical. Something might be missing regardless or known or unknown. Cheating is a form of seeking outside the relationship; it’s not an act of love or kindness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ikaw ang nabiktima ng panlilinlang, wala kang karapatang maging malungkot, kasi naging masaya sa paggawa ng kalungkutan ng iba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-8570949550932907715?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/8570949550932907715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=8570949550932907715&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8570949550932907715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8570949550932907715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/02/between-scylla-and-charybdis-it.html' title='Between Scylla and Charybdis'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-8499142222557438817</id><published>2008-02-14T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:58:11.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what is on your mind.</title><content type='html'>Gusto ko ng isuka ang pagkausap sa mga kano at magpahinga muna ng sandali sa stress--kahit two months lang. Matatransfer pa kami sa ibang mala potang team para daw I gauge ang performance naman ng maayos.  Sabayan pa daw ng mga balentimes couples sa southmol na ang saya saya(inggit?!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ako naiinggit(nagdahilan pa!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung mga bakla dito sa opis nakapasocialite! Kung sino sino ang mga kakilala(isama nyo naman ako sa mundo nyo!)Nakakatuwa at nakakainis silang tingnan. Nakakatuwa dahil ang saya ng mundo ng mga bayot. Nakakainis kasi di ko makarelate sa mga pinag eeavesdrop ko sa kanila...keshong yung kadate daw ni ganito sweet...yung kay anu naman daw galante tapos may kotse pa...tapos ako nakangiting aso lang sa customer ko kasi ako walang kadate. walang pa akong maipagmamalaki sa sarili ko. Kung tutuusin cute naman kasi yung tropa nila. Medyo eyecatcher din. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa alang-wentang-kwento kong to, naalala ko tuloy yung sinabi sa akin ni troy nung sinabihan ko sya na makikipagdate ako sa dati naming opismate na pamhinta, natuwa ang loka, sabi nya may "use" pa daw ako at may natitira pang byuti--yun daw ay ang inner-byuti. Lintek. Buti na lang di bumaba ang negative balance kong confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ung crush ko na may ari ng computer shop, na lagi kong pinglalaruan ng granado espada ay mayasawa na ata ng mukang japayuki.  Cute pa naman nya. Pagnagtatagpo ang mga tingin namin, tinataas nya ang dalwang kilay nya, basta parang ganun, di ko naman alam ang tawag sa gesture na yon eh. Parang Oo ang effect nya pero silent kaya taas kilay na lang. Basta ganun. Grabe, ang cute pa naman ng legs, napakatoned at medyo mabalahibo. Kapag ganun pa naman ang legs ng lalake parang gusto kong dilaan ang legs nya hanggang singgit. At sana lang yung crush ko ay di paglalandiin ng mga pokpokish girls kasi akin lang sya. At dahil ayaw naman nyang makipagusap sa inyo,wag mo ng ipilit kasi ako lang ang nasa isip nya! How I wish. gusto ko ding isipin na parte sya kabaklaan para ligawan ko sya.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana lang mas maging Mr. Friendship pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward to reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe ang haba ng avail time namen dito sa opis, umaabot ng 20 mins. So twenty-minutes ng chikahan...Bente-minutos ng pagiisip kung paano makakalayo sa convergys alabang...dalawampung minuto para ibuhos ang natitirang latak ng puso ko. Dito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-8499142222557438817?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/8499142222557438817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=8499142222557438817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8499142222557438817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8499142222557438817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/02/say-what-is-on-your-mind.html' title='Say what is on your mind.'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-7886416994941730153</id><published>2008-01-18T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T18:53:36.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flab</title><content type='html'>Gusto ko ng pumayat ng madalian within 1 month. Swimming muna tapos gym tapos fruits tapos oats tapos isusuka!! yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malakas akong kumain. Voracious ang appetite ko. pagdating sa sweets, di ko rin mapigilan sarili ko. Kailangan kong ingatan ang health ko kasi sabi ng doktor ko pede daw akong maging "jabetic" within 10 years.  Ang hirap naman kasi magpigil sa pagkain. Gusto ko ngang batukan ung isang opismate ko eh, kakain ng steamed tilapia na walang kanin tapos pag tapos na sasabihin "ok na sa akin yun, busog na ako." AS IF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw kong maging tulad nila, kakain ng kaunti o kaya ng "crakers" sa opis tapos sa gabi magtotwopiece chicken sa jollibee with an extra rice.  Gusto kong ipakita sa kanila na kaya kung gawin ang sinasabi ko kasi nagfofocus ako. At di mapupunta sa wala ang pinaghirapan ko.  Dapat ko na ring masuot ang mga medium sizes na damit ko para maging "hunky." Sa mga nakaraang araw parang masaya ako eh. Sana magtagal yung mood.  Gagawing kong parang chewing gum ang fruits para ma suppress ang hunger ko. Tapos oats with raisins ang bananas ang breakfast. Lunch, dapat---magpakavegetarian na lang ulet ako no?! Tutal maganda naman ang naging resulta ng vegetables sa katawan ko eh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited na ako. nakalista na ang lahat ng bibilhin sa palengke ng alabang. Goodbye fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-7886416994941730153?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/7886416994941730153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=7886416994941730153&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7886416994941730153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7886416994941730153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2008/01/flab.html' title='Flab'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-2580806023947523008</id><published>2007-12-31T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T06:26:07.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season of Love: Cheating</title><content type='html'>why do people cheat on a highly-coveted, so-called "relationship"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the hunger for sex?! Is it a mega-super duper ego booster?! How bout trying to maximize your goodlooks to your advantage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, whom I personally call a "Magdalena," just broke the heart of his longtime boyfriend in search for a more earthly desire that his relationship already provides. &lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I really do. I just thought he might have been saturated by the love he had been longing for. Now to experience and destroy it completely shatters as to what love describes. Maybe there should be a name for "love" entitled to cheaters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what? After a 4-minute quickie, you'll be left as a sex toy.  One way or the other, you'll yearn for a relationship again, but since the universe knows that you'll eventually cheat when you get the hang of it, It'll give you a person that would grant your eternal wish: to be cheated in return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those people who love unconditionally and maintain a simple relationship: you make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who know that cheating is bad but do it nonetheless: tangina nyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-2580806023947523008?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/2580806023947523008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=2580806023947523008&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2580806023947523008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2580806023947523008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/12/season-of-love-cheating.html' title='Season of Love: Cheating'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-3875333583444204288</id><published>2007-12-03T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T03:21:40.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom 90</title><content type='html'>Naiinis ako sa mga taong nagpopost ng mga pic ng mga taong di nila kilala sa mga website at gawan ng joke kung ano ang itsura at pinaggagawa nila! Dahil di naman ako biktima, bakit ako apektado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi naman, sino ba ang gustong pagtawanana sila sa harap ng mga taong di naman nila kilala?! Sino ba ang gustong laitin, kahit ang taong nilalampaso mo ay di akma sa iyong panlasa?!Hindi porket pagdating sa itsura ikaw ang pipiliin ng madla, may karapatan ka ng mukhang gawing kakatwa ang itsura ng iba. Respeto kumbaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At alam ko din na kalayaan sa pagsalita ang ginagawa mo. Pero isaalang alang mo na lang  &lt;br /&gt;ang damdamin ng iba.  Malay mo maging kaibigan mo sila o kaya naman naging isang malapit na kapitbahay. Papaano na lang kung makita ng mga kaibigan at kaanak ng taong nilalait mo ang picture nya. Anung saloobin kaya ang madarama nila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya minsan, hayaan mo na.  Gusto lang nilang mapuna. Gusto lang nilang ipakita kung ano sila.  Gusto nilang may magmahal sa kanila. Pansinin mo rin sana na sa mga ng iba mahalaga sila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-3875333583444204288?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/3875333583444204288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=3875333583444204288&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3875333583444204288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3875333583444204288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/12/freedom-90.html' title='Freedom 90'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-6501366770824012069</id><published>2007-11-21T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:11:03.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged na naman!</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem ahem&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you nga pala kay &lt;strong&gt;darknight&lt;/strong&gt; for the tag. Mas maganda sumagot nito kasi nakatemplate na eh,wahehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pick 7 others you would like to get to know better.&lt;br /&gt;3. Let them know you’ve tagged them by leaving a comment on their blog.4. And don’t forget to give them the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven truths about me that you might not have known yet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't eat kinchay, once it enters my mouth, I get depressed.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was never hopeful&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't read other peoples' blog because the content of their writing is something that I am envious about.&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't like being stared at.&lt;br /&gt;5. I eat fast. I have My own world when I walk. I sometimes cry myself to sleep after masturbatng and after eating my cum(combo ito)&lt;br /&gt;6. People tell me that I have an eccentric personality7. I am brutally frank, I say what is on my mind without offending anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7x7 (which by the way is much harder):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have never had a boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;2. Because I cannot really tell if the guy is interested or not(again, never hopeful).&lt;br /&gt;3. I once said the most painful things to a bestfriend which eventually lead to us becoming strangers.&lt;br /&gt;4. I had the confidence of Michiro, Sailor Neptune-before&lt;br /&gt;5. I am torpe to the 10th power&lt;br /&gt;6. I was advised by a friend to seek psychological help for my extreme mood swings&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a poor eyesight, I squint my eyes to get a clear picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I need to pass this opportunity to some of my blogfriends(if not for the eyes of the gym-goers staring at me like this-guy-has-been-on-the-internet-for-the-past-hour, I would stay here till closing!) I am currently at fitness first southmall doing this blog. I want to tag: southdude: makoy, jinjuruks, mugen, drew, and planetclose. I do not know how to do the link. Find these people manually!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-6501366770824012069?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/6501366770824012069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=6501366770824012069&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6501366770824012069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/6501366770824012069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/11/tagged-na-naman.html' title='tagged na naman!'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-3418483177308811971</id><published>2007-11-15T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:42:15.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Angela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to write about my "&lt;em&gt;kababata&lt;/em&gt;" because of a facial wash TV commercial(&lt;em&gt;Joey ha&lt;/em&gt;!?).Nostalgia and reminisce occured to me; what happend to Angela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us have had childhood friends, whether you'd ended up growing up with him (or her) or concluded as separately grown; they matter to us.  Even if I and Angela didn't become best friends in the latter part of our lives, I just hope she thinks about me-in whatever way.  However, my sentiments and thanks-to-her might as well be mutual.  I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became friends during our crazy elementary days, on grade one to six.   She and I were under the average level of intelligence, both were over the top ten of our class.  We do not normally raise our hands on our lecture even if we know the answer, we were just waiting for our teachers to call our names to recite, and we don't even excel even in Filipino!Our sports teacher would frequently persuade us to join them on their games.  Angela submitted to sports afterwards and become a school runner, and as for me, I excelled in our English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tita and her auntie(as she calls her) are good neighbors and she frequents her auntie's house for us to meet up.  Early in the morning,  I clearly remembered how she would knock on our gate to call me: "&lt;em&gt;Nathan, Nathan laro na tayo&lt;/em&gt;"  That was for me the never ending bliss for it was a time for our four-hour continuous playtime! She would ask "&lt;em&gt;Naligo ka na&lt;/em&gt;?" and I would say"&lt;em&gt;syempre no, kanina pang 7 am&lt;/em&gt;".  It almost became a ritual; asking if I had taken a bath and replying steadily forward.  I vividly remembered a scene were she and and her cousin offered me for what they called "mani."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Kinakain to sa amin, sa Ilocus Sur eh&lt;/em&gt;!" her &lt;em&gt;provinciano&lt;/em&gt; looking cousin rendered. &lt;br /&gt;Of course, I had to try it.  It was one of those palm-like plants that gives a &lt;em&gt;monggo &lt;/em&gt;like morsel as a seed and reddends when it starts to ripen.  I had to snip off a very small fragment so as to facilitate the removal of it when it doesn't taste good.  It tasted very bitter; so bitter your mouth has to secret it its juices to dilute its numbing bitterness.  I spat it.  Good thing i hadn't stuffed it all in my mouth.  On the other hand, Angela and her cousin enjoyed it.  Like munching a piece of jellystick-sweet and chewy-there are no withdrawals and they even swallowed it!  "&lt;em&gt;kadiri naman to&lt;/em&gt;" i told them with a mortified indignation tone of voice.  They just looked at each other and staretd giggling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would play mataya taya, piko, sipa, volleyball-and her favorite-running which I always win on second place.  She became a master of her chosen sport, oftentimes winning on a regional level.  Gold and silver decorate their tidy house and irritably flaunts them on her thin neck whenever she wants to-school, wet market-even in our house.  She often gets constant attention from people.  "&lt;em&gt;Hoy, ang talino&lt;/em&gt;" a stanger once told her. Little did the man know that she's a sports fanatic and not academically wise.  I once told her "&lt;em&gt;tingga lang naman yan eh" for I am dying of envy&lt;/em&gt;.  She would bite back statements that shuts me for minutes like: "&lt;em&gt;at least ako may achievement eh ikaw wala pa!&lt;/em&gt;".  It's true, she has some and I have none.  But, we're friends for so long to take offenses so, it's a bit &lt;em&gt;"ok lang.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for most teenagers' we were so hard-headed-just like you!&lt;br /&gt;There came a time when I was hooked on computer games(supernes,sega genesis...my era).  I would go to a computer station to fill-in my vice.  I became a thief! Well, I only steal from my mothers purse, nothing bigtime.  Coins were my only intentions but It was never enough.  I got a php500 straight from my mothers purse.  I decided to meet up Angela for it was too much for me to spend alone.&lt;br /&gt;Eating galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were eating barbecues form all chicken parts, from lean meats to innards; marshmallow from all shapes and sizes, junk food, bananacue etc.And when my mother found out her commision is missing, she went straight to a computer shop where Angela and I were munching to a game and Voila!"&lt;em&gt;Nasaan ang pera&lt;/em&gt;?" my mother furiously asked while blocking the tv screen.  We were scared to death-like facing a angel of death!.. We ran and our neighbor caught us(mga traidor!)just outside the shop.  Angela scuffled away while holding a marshmallow pack on her left and a barbecue stick on her right.  I was beaten up so bad.  Bruises were apparent(&lt;em&gt;leather belt ba naman eh&lt;/em&gt;)  My vice stopped after my mother's disciplinary action.  Our friendship didn't end there.&lt;br /&gt;Were still close as ever on our grade six days as it was before but it was numbered.  I learned that change is completley inevitable.  After graduation, we started to part ways.  She enrolled in a private high school and I decided to go to a public school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quick and senseless.   We started to ignore each other everytime we meet.  Feels like a road is separating us instead of a wall!  No hand gestures, no plastic smiles, no quirky eye movements.  Nothing of a from of a discreet hi's and hello's.  At first I thought it's just what preteens naturally go through: intimidation to the opposite sex, mood swings; you know, "stages of preteen development".  But I was wrong.  I had a hard time adapting to it.  Just think of it; once your like best buddies and now your completley different strangers&lt;br /&gt;What had gone wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was having another set of girl friends and I was doing the same-four sissy friends for her and four "masculine" friends for me.  Just to be fair!&lt;br /&gt;Our intimacy completely broke on our sophomore years,  No more uneasiness when we pass by. Just plain strangers.We learned to cope with it.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's finally over, she's now bonded with her girlfriends.  Clearly we had moved on-whether we liked it or not.  And as I listen to the radio playing APO's song..."&lt;em&gt;san na nga ba,san na nga ba, san na nga ba ang barkada&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ngayun&lt;/em&gt;, I just hope she's listening too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-3418483177308811971?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/3418483177308811971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=3418483177308811971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3418483177308811971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3418483177308811971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/11/angela-i-was-inspired-to-write-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-2906212729468586593</id><published>2007-10-11T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T02:35:25.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Randomness of my Thoughts</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;I felt betrayed, I promised myself that I would be able to find a boyfriend before the "ber" month starts. Yet, here I am trying to change things but I do not now where to start. That is crippling. Things change, but since I do not know where to start, it makes it more complicated...helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry nathan if I broke my promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;I lost 7 lbs in 7 days, My body is receptive when it comes to exercise.  That must've stopped hypertension dead on its track, which is slowly crawling up my heart.&lt;br /&gt;45-minutes of cardio works wonders(But I've heard sex burns the same thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently enrolled at Fitness First Southmall...as if it matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel insecure anymore and I don't feel good 'bout m'self either.  Being sorrounded by blogmates who share stuffs bout their lovelife makes the insecurity a lot harder to digest.  Maybe the endorphine-inducing effect of exercise hasn't kicked in yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently fantasizing about stealing sweat-soaked undies in the locker room.  That makes me more pathetic once I'm discovered. What a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;December is deadly for a couple-minded single. February is almost fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;Still, they say you don’t kick the habit until you hit rock bottom, but how do you know when you’re there? Because no matter how badly a thing is hurting us, sometimes letting it go hurts even worse.(gray's anatomy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;I admit it. I'm hopelesspatheticpessimistgodfearing individual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-2906212729468586593?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/2906212729468586593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=2906212729468586593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2906212729468586593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2906212729468586593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/10/randomness-of-my-thoughts.html' title='The Randomness of my Thoughts'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-950702502180096112</id><published>2007-09-30T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:13:17.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October First</title><content type='html'>I recently signed up at a local gym...somewhere inside SouthMall. And my primary goal is to lose weight and probably reverse the signs of hypertension. I won't mention my current weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really&lt;em&gt; started &lt;/em&gt;started rather, later after shift would be my official first day. 'Don't care 'bout the happenings inside the sauna. Im gonna miss my &lt;em&gt;bilbil&lt;/em&gt; bigtime. And the plump cheeks that accentuate my roundi&lt;em&gt;sh&lt;/em&gt; face...the pig belly...goodbye lard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to celebrate the soon-to-be-coveted figure. watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot, this is a pig-out day. Not a good start...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-950702502180096112?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/950702502180096112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=950702502180096112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/950702502180096112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/950702502180096112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/09/october-first.html' title='October First'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-5488302921950932873</id><published>2007-09-21T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T05:14:24.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure and Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Like most of you, I want to release my inhibitions.  I want to explore the  flora and fauna of sex.  Yes, you've read it right. Sex&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I have so many fetishes, I cannot determine as to what to try first.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I want to purchase Aneros (google it!) that "thing" is made to  massage the prostate, doing so creates a feeling of out-of-world orgasm. I want to wear it while I'm on my way to work. I would squeeze my kegels to tense the anal muscles  and relax it to rub the product against my prostate,and create the most pleasurable feeling.  Panting and writhing in pleasure while trying to suppress my libido on a moving jeepney is a thriller.  I would discreetly lick my sweat on my arms while holding the railings to further build the tension...But Aneros costs around 6k.  I'll try to use a candle to save money though. Or I'll use a well-lubed finger to do it manually. But still, Aneros is my topmost-priority-fetish...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;...and a butt-plug&lt;br /&gt;...and a vib&lt;br /&gt;...and and electrostim machine&lt;/div&gt;  soo many to choose from. only one to satisfy me...boyfriend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-5488302921950932873?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/5488302921950932873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=5488302921950932873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/5488302921950932873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/5488302921950932873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/09/like-most-of-you-i-want-to-release-my.html' title='Pleasure and Pain'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-4018140382383027160</id><published>2007-09-10T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:23:28.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yQG-OSu68mE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yQG-OSu68mE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Mat Kearney's song All I need.  Listen to it's lyrics and feel the rhythm of the song.  You might appreciate it. Besides, the mood of the song is something that I have been feeling for the past week now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-4018140382383027160?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/4018140382383027160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=4018140382383027160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4018140382383027160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4018140382383027160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/09/that-is-mat-kearneys-song-all-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-1140277810031190038</id><published>2007-09-10T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:20:23.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A message to Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look so dead today! If I know, it has something to do with your crushie being married to a girl right?!  But, who would've thought about it; a very fairy gay guy is Married?! That means your out of his business again. Fuck right?! I know how it feels. Courtship is an entry point not the end of the world.  Cheer up!  I know it feels so good getting up after being beaten black and blue.  Tell yourself that it's all ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to quote a great line from GA...this is for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do we keep hitting ourselves with a hammer on the head?"&lt;br /&gt;because it feels soo good when it stops.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--meredith grey(grey's anatomy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time heals all wounds too...and JAPAN&lt;br /&gt;Just&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;Pray&lt;br /&gt;At&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/2eryzw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2l6ty9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-1140277810031190038?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/1140277810031190038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=1140277810031190038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/1140277810031190038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/1140277810031190038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/09/message-to-nathan.html' title=''/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-4432134288397208590</id><published>2007-09-10T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:08:49.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging to a way of life</title><content type='html'>All my entries should now be written in English.  I made a pact with the universe that in order for me to be ok'd by Adsense, I need to write everything that uses our "universal" languange(love ata tinutukoy ko no?!) to generate readership.  But the problem is: How do I start?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-4432134288397208590?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/4432134288397208590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=4432134288397208590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4432134288397208590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4432134288397208590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/09/blogging-to-way-of-life.html' title='Blogging to a way of life'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-9081075699106512408</id><published>2007-09-07T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:11:50.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waaaaaa</title><content type='html'>nakialam kasi ako ng blog ko eh, yan tuloy messed up na!!&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panu sya mababago!! helf!!! gusto ko yung dating design. maliit lang ung font...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-9081075699106512408?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/9081075699106512408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=9081075699106512408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/9081075699106512408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/9081075699106512408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/09/waaaaaa.html' title='waaaaaa'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-8266157194221890739</id><published>2007-08-30T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T19:49:25.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;'Lam ko na. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasalanan ko rin pala kung bakit wala pa akung boyfriend eh.  Manhid ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ito ang parating komento sa aking ng mga officemates ko pagdating sa emosyon ko.Bato. Manhid. Walang puso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akala lang nila! Mahiyain lang ako at medyo takot sa mga social gatherings.  Sa insecurity ko na naman ang dahilan.  Pero ayaw ko ng mainsecure.  Promise. Biased sa "kasamaan" at negativity ang mga naisulat ko dito.  May mga part din naman sa buhay ko na maganda, di ko lang sila pinapansin dahil...well...ok naman sila.  Magde-dwell ako ngayun sa mga magagandang nangyayari for a change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magbilang tayo ngayun nga mga voyz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...sa Ortigas ako nagtatrabaho, sa isang...uhm...ok, SVI Connect. Verizon ang account. Telemarketer kumbaga. May isa akung ka wavemate na malapit sa akin...fast forward. &lt;em&gt;zooooooooooooom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinabi nya sa akin na bading daw sya(pake ko ba?!) at di ko sya gusto kasi wala namang spark ang namagitan sa aming dalawa, sinabihan nya ako na gusto daw nyang manirahan kame sa isang apartment dahil daw makakatipid sa pamasahe dahil pareho kaming malayo sa Ortigas, amicable naman ang pakikitungo ko sa kanya, pero nag iba ang defense ko nung sabihan nya ako na gusto daw nyang maka "domestic partnership" ako. Eh ako naman kasi si tanga sabi ko "ayaw ko, di ko gusto ang ideya mo, anu yun parang magasawa?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinaumagahan. Di na nagpakita.  Nagfile ng immediate resignation.  Limot ko na ang pangalan nya.  O, sige na nga. BATO ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After two years of bumhood.  Nandito sa Alabang.  Inbound agent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alam nyo naman siguro na gusto ka ng ka-eye contact mo kapag...well..nag kontakan kayo sa mga mata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasa ibang department sya.  Sprint. &lt;em&gt;Hmmmm, &lt;/em&gt;siguro mga 5'4 sya...basta gusto ko konti.   Kapag nagkikita kame sa office, di maiwasang magkalagkitan ng tingin; di alam kung sino ang magfifirst move.  Pareho siguro kameng torpe.  Di nya lang alam kung paano ako kinakabahan kapag nakikita ko sya.  Pakiramdam ko kasi may mangyayaring mali kapag umaksyon ako.  Walang napahiya kasi walang nangyari...perpekto na sanang okasyon nung nasa SM kame, nasa phone booth ako at tumabi sya sa kabilang phone habang nakangiting tumitingin sa akin...lam kung nakatingin kasi sagap sya ng periphery ko, basta ganun.  Siguro alam nya rin na napakarelaks ng atmospera dun at bagay sa chitchat.  Pero dahil si Nathan nga ang pinaguusapan natin dito, as usual walang nangyari.  Di ko na nakita yung taong yun.  Nanaman. O sige, tangang manhid na...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yung third and last ko naman na "experience" sa mga voyz ang nangyari sa alabang din.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pareho kame ng account...limot ko na rin ang pangalan nya(pagdating talaga sa mga ngalan ng tao, mabilis ko silang makalimutan).  Sya ung taong parating niyaya akung kumain kapag nagkikita kame; parating nagyayaya na umuweng magkasabay;Parateng nagha-&lt;em&gt;hi &lt;/em&gt;kapag nagkakasalubong kame; gustong-gustong manlibre...Lahat ng sagot ko sa kanya kapag may mga yaya eh: "ayaw ko, may hinihintay akung kaibigan eh kaw na lang," mangungulit ng ilang beses at ngingiti na lang at tatalikod at di ko napansin...umalis na sya.  Namiss ko tuloy siya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sa mga panahong mangyari ulet ang mga pagkakataong tulad ng ganun di ko na palalampasin, kaya anthony of alabang, I will make my intentions clear...mind if we go out for a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3535240099036323604-8266157194221890739?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/8266157194221890739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=8266157194221890739&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8266157194221890739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8266157194221890739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-7406858732378674178</id><published>2007-08-28T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:09:54.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plateau</title><content type='html'>darkness beyond darkness pitch&lt;br /&gt;deeper than the deeper light&lt;br /&gt;lord of darkness shining like gold upon sea of chaos&lt;br /&gt;I swear my self to thee&lt;br /&gt;Let the fools who stand by me be destroyed&lt;br /&gt;by the power of you and I posses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lina inverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangina, 2 mins na lang trabaho na ako. burned-out na ako sa trabaho at nagbabalak mag leave ng at least two weeks. basta out of work, kahit walang magawa, basta walang exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;Nasa plateau stage ako ng buhay ko, lahat naka hold, stagnant, boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jos ko ang dami ko pang sinabi!! Di ko lang naman nakita ang crush ko.Ewan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-7406858732378674178?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/7406858732378674178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=7406858732378674178&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7406858732378674178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/7406858732378674178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/08/darkness-beyong-darkness-pitch-deeper.html' title='Plateau'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-2344214057248203629</id><published>2007-08-23T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:43:22.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga pangarap ko...</title><content type='html'>After two years stuck pa rin ako sa call center. Nakaka&lt;em&gt;bore &lt;/em&gt;na talaga ang idea na araw araw sinasabi mo ang pareparehong &lt;em&gt;canned&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;responses &lt;/em&gt;sa customer mo. Pero maganda naman ang &lt;em&gt;salary&lt;/em&gt;, so habang nandito pa ako, nagbabalak akong gamitin ang aking naipundar na kayamanan sa mas kanaisnais na adhikain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong magaral ulet, kahit anung kurso basta't law o medicine(gulo no?!). Gusto ko ring gumawa na sarili kong kasuotan-tshirt,maong pants at sapatos. Pakiramdam ko nga kailangan kung manirahan sa Marikina para matutunan ang paggawa ng sapatos. Tapos ibenta ko kasi ako ang gumawa, at wag ka, maganda ata ang mga idea ko! Di lang yan, gusto kong magaral ng kursong nippongo, kasi nga medyo mahilig din ako sa anime. Tapos susuutin ko ang mga gawa ko sa office at magpapasikat habang nagsasalita ng Japanese(magmumuka ata akong tanga nun...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong magkaron ng maraming orkidyas sa bahay namin para magmukhang malamig at&lt;br /&gt;maaliwalas ang kapaligiran. Pakiramdam ko kasi kapag nagkaganun, magiging mala rainforest ang paligid namin, kaya malamig talaga, pero ganun nga ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;Ah basta mas maraming halaman sa paligid mas maganda! Makakapagemote pa ako sa kanta ni Madonna na Rain habang umuulan at nasa ilalim ng akong sariling ecosystem. Wag lang umulan ng linggo, kakalungkot yun eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangatlo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong maging propesyonal na &lt;em&gt;blogger&lt;/em&gt; na kumikita ng &lt;em&gt;6-thou dollars&lt;/em&gt; kada buwan(illusyonada ba ako?!), sa ganung paraan maalis ko ang karamihan ng &lt;em&gt;insecurity &lt;/em&gt;sa sarili ko at matulungan ang mga taong napapangitan sa sarili nila na maging mas maayos. Syempre, gagawin ko yun ng libre, mas masarap ata ang pakiramdam ng tumulong kesa sa natulungan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangapat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ng magaral magmasahe. Three hundred to Five hundred pesos ang bayad kaya sa mga masseur kada oras!(minsan may tip pa!) Pantawid gutom din yun ba! At siempre, magseserbisyo lang ako kada &lt;em&gt;day-off&lt;/em&gt; ko. Sa panahon ngayun, wala kang mabubunggong pera kapag nakatunganga ka at gagamitin ko yung pera binayad ng mga &lt;em&gt;customer &lt;/em&gt;ko pambili ng &lt;em&gt;roasted chicken. &lt;/em&gt;Simpleng pangarap pero swabeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panglima:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maging &lt;em&gt;all-around technician.&lt;/em&gt; Mapa&lt;em&gt; cellphone&lt;/em&gt; man yan o kaya &lt;em&gt;Ibook &lt;/em&gt;kaya kung gawan ng paraan para maayos. Alam ko maraming bokasyonal na paaralan ang nag ooper nito...Sa paligid natin na puro teknolohiya dapat alam ko kung paano sila aayusin kapag nasira sila. Baka bigyan pa ako ng mayaman kong customer ng notebook sa sobrang tuwa nya sa serbisyo ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanngang dun na lang muna. Ang daming pangarap na gusto kong tuparin, tutal bata pa naman ako at marami pang magagawa. Paisaisa ko silang sisimulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shet, wala na pala akung pondo. Teka, magtatrabaho muna ako ulet para makaipon...mararating ko ang lahat ng yun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-2344214057248203629?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/2344214057248203629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=2344214057248203629&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2344214057248203629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2344214057248203629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/08/after-two-years-stuck-pa-rin-ako-sa.html' title='Mga pangarap ko...'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-8812664645217973481</id><published>2007-08-16T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T02:13:58.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I can't leave without</title><content type='html'>I spend most of my time strolling 'round SouthMall after work to lessen the stress factor that my "career" brings in. And I haven't really noticed the personal things that I always bring with me. Aside from the fact that my bag carries all the dirt associated with me carrying it, inside, where most of my confidence dwells in should be inspected carefully. I depend on them everytime I need some refreshing. I pay respect to this unanimated objects that makes me go gaga without them. I owe 60% of my confidence to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like you to meet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Oral hygiene products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It includes toothbrush(the basic), toothpaste(op cors), tongue scraper(for fresher breath), floss(inter-cleaning chorva) and mouthwash to exterminate germs in my oral flora and fauna. This is the only reason why I can talk to anyone with a flash of smile plastered on my face. Since I love people who has the same attribute as mine when it comes to dental health , I put oral hygiene on my topmost priority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;currently listening to fergie&lt;/em&gt;...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean &amp; Clear Facial Wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirt and grime DO accumulate. Given my oily face equivalent to being submerged in lard, my face needs to be "stripped" off of this OILS. Nothing beats my oiliness(okay, exaggeration).&lt;br /&gt;I need to be fresh everytime I venture out of the Gay world. And it feels&lt;em&gt; sooo&lt;/em&gt; good after a cool wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;clarity. peace, serenity&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean &amp;amp; Clear Oil Control Film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between facial washes, there are times when you just need remove traces of oil lingering around you forehead, nose and chin. Washing your face again will do more harm than good. Blot it. Your face will exude freshness in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt; and I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. An 8x4 inch mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's large. But's it's better than cramming your wide face on a typical face mirror. The only downside is that it attracts attention. Nothing beats full view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;don't cry, don't cry&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Paper-towel-I-got-from-the-office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might've experienced, lbm can strike anytime. A paper towel can save your face from shame, but a tissue can do the job after #2 but imagine how delicate the fiber is...and then SOME poop on your fingers...Horrible. You will thanks Mr. Papertowel from cleaning you up. The best thing is that it's disposable. You can throw it away after&lt;em&gt; achoooo &lt;/em&gt;unlike typical hankies. I think you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;the smell on you skin lingers on me now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you've known them.  You might want to thank them for making me feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-8812664645217973481?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/8812664645217973481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=8812664645217973481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8812664645217973481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8812664645217973481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-that-i-cant-leave-without.html' title='Things that I can&apos;t leave without'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-1414331215817496414</id><published>2007-08-14T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:42:43.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Twenty-three years old na ako at single pa rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Masyado akung na overwhelm sa aking insecurity noon at ngayung kailangan ng magsimula ng bago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;At sa lahat ng bagay may simula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sisimulan ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mamaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-1414331215817496414?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/1414331215817496414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=1414331215817496414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/1414331215817496414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/1414331215817496414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/08/shit-twenty-three-years-old-na-ako-at.html' title=''/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-8581302655870044798</id><published>2007-08-13T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:15:08.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness in me(naman!)</title><content type='html'>This is the thing that I hate the most: being lonely and unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again, writing the pureness of my heart on a keyboard. I felt like a pimple unwanted but a stand-out. Things happen when you are ugly and depressed, sometimes you want to inject somthing in your vein to forget the worries and feel human again. I don't have much friends and I am still looking for someone to expand my horizon. I am young, virile and capable of loving but I am not im my full bloom. Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of dealing with pain is dealing with it. There is no way to let it out. you just have to stay put and make "tiis." You can pray for heavens to bless your holy heart and forget the worries. You have so much things going in your head. Worries, dread, darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's better to be pessimistic; just for you to be ready fo the outcome-expecting the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your friends can offer help when time comes but when they leave, your on your own again. Im writing this blog in reference to the feelings that I can't contain. Shout all you can to extinguish your dread! I am so far behind from the &lt;em&gt;pangarap-provoked&lt;/em&gt; masa. All I see is black. I am the negative me.confused&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-8581302655870044798?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/8581302655870044798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=8581302655870044798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8581302655870044798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8581302655870044798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/08/darkness-in-menaman.html' title='Darkness in me(naman!)'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-8916200640439315902</id><published>2007-08-09T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:47:57.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's insecurity ourself!</title><content type='html'>Anu na lang ang mararamdaman mo kapag lahat ng bestfriends mo naka dalawa o tatlo ng boyfriends at 'kaw la pa ni isa?&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya no?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito ang nararamdaman ko sa lahat sa mga "former friends" ko.At ABA!, maraming tao nag bumibisita sa profile nya sa _____ na gustong magpakilala o makipagmeet at ako di simpleng hi! or hello! man lang wala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter na nga ako insecure pa! &lt;em&gt;grrrr!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di naman ko talaga ganito, naging &lt;em&gt;adult&lt;/em&gt; lang kaya nagkamulat sa buhay. &lt;em&gt;Easy-go lucky&lt;/em&gt; kasi ang &lt;em&gt;personality&lt;/em&gt; ko,kahit panlalait naidi&lt;em&gt;divert &lt;/em&gt;ko pa sa pagiging kakatwa, yun tuloy,think&lt;em&gt; everybody&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;thinks &lt;/em&gt;that ako ang &lt;em&gt;look-a-like&lt;/em&gt; ni "kwan". Tangina! Bf lang naman ang hanap ko eh, nasa itsura ba ang basehan ng "meaningful relationship?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nakakita pa ako ng magagandang couple paguwi galing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haaaay&lt;/em&gt;, nasa byuti nga ata ang basehan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ito pa, may gana pang sabihin ni &lt;em&gt;bestfriend&lt;/em&gt; mo kung ano ang mga ginawa nila habang nasa mall sila, &lt;em&gt;considering the fact&lt;/em&gt; na alam ng best mo na ayaw mo syang marinig dahil alam nya ang lahat na sinulat mo sa diary mo na naglalaman ng "mabuti at masama."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di naman ako panget(kamuka lang daw ni "kwan"), pag-ibig lang naman hanap ko. At mga bestfriend wag na kayung magpayo na kung anu-ano dahil lahat lang naman ng sentimyento nyo ay "ok lang yan" at "wag mo kasing intindihin" ekek. Ako naman si ngiting aso kapag sinasabi nya ang pinakamaliligayang araw nila. Kontrabida ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang sa lahat ng mga nakakilala ko may isang tao na nakakintinde sa akin- Jerome,my "other&lt;em&gt;" bestfriend on the same circle&lt;/em&gt;. Siguro dahil ala din siyang bf kaya nakakarelate sia. Sino pa nga ba ang mapaghihingahan ko ng basura sa puso ko?Ahh, alam ko na, mga Magulang ko! Pasalamat na lang kung di ako pinatay sa bugbog dahil sa "kabaklaan" ko. Isa pa wala naman akong masyadung friends. Lahat sila di pedeng sabihan ng dilemna ko, kung ginawa ko siguro un, mawawalan ata ko ng pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pede ba bestfriend, wag mung sabihin sa akin kung ano ang mga pinagdaraanan nyo dahil naaasar ako sa sarili ko dahil sa inggit! Di ka rin naman makakatulong sa problema ko, dahil IKAW ang mismong problema. Di nyo kasi alam kung papano maging wallflower tulad ko! Halos lahat ng mga lalake gusto sa inyo, Ayaw ko na kayung maging kaibigan kung wala man lang na kahit na emosyonal sa supporta ang makukuha sa inyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap isipin na ang babaw ng problema ko, mababaw nga pero masyadung malalim ang sakit.&lt;br /&gt;"Ayaw ko na!Nod na lang ako ng cine para sumaya" sabi ng insecure self ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zsa Zsa Zaturnah!" bulalas naman ng inggit persona ko&lt;br /&gt;So what's my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. Nageemote.&lt;br /&gt;(isang side lang yan ng dilemna ko. At syempre wag na munang bilangin ang mga blessing ko kasi dumarami na ren ang mga yun. Namismiss ko lang ang mga insecurities ko/lopsided view yan ng darkheart ko)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-8916200640439315902?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/8916200640439315902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=8916200640439315902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8916200640439315902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8916200640439315902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/08/anu-na-lang-ang-mararamdaman-mo-kapag.html' title='Let&apos;s insecurity ourself!'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-2978109363678546048</id><published>2007-08-06T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T19:36:47.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>three things(ma try nga)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was tagged by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://planetcloset.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Coming Out . . . Almost!&lt;/a&gt;  and i would like to thank you for doing so, it makes me feel I'm a part of the blogworld hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Three Things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three things that scare me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drowning&lt;br /&gt;burned at the stake&lt;br /&gt;being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three people who makes me laugh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corny text messages&lt;br /&gt;cheesy love quotes&lt;br /&gt;chinese movies: jetli-with-a-scarf-for-a weapon vs isang battalion kind o'thang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three things I love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing&lt;br /&gt;daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;being looked at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three things I hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being called BAKLA! while peacefully walking&lt;br /&gt;people who call themselves bitch&lt;br /&gt;friends-who-seem-to-disappear-bec-of-their busy-lovelife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three things I don’t understand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how powerful the pulsar is&lt;br /&gt;how the blackhole traps light&lt;br /&gt;Why I am still alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three things on my desk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girbaud bag&lt;br /&gt;non-spill mug(im in a call center)&lt;br /&gt;Pc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three things I am doing right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explaining the bill to a customer&lt;br /&gt;surfing the net illegally while&lt;br /&gt;Working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three things I want to do before I die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be Bill Gate-y rich and be a philanthropist&lt;br /&gt;plant more trees&lt;br /&gt;to see Pasig river clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three things I can do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swim&lt;br /&gt;lose weight drastically within 2 weeks (vegetarian diet+swimming="breathe thin" method)&lt;br /&gt;focus all my will-power on doing things i want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three things I can’t do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give a convincing lie&lt;br /&gt;work while not surfing the net&lt;br /&gt;not procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three things I think you should listen to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mat kearney_all I need&lt;br /&gt;Anna Nalick_breathe&lt;br /&gt;parent's advise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three things you should never listen to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marilyn manson songs/interview&lt;br /&gt;false accusations&lt;br /&gt;thoughts that are meant to hurt your self esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three things I would like to learn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to draw anime&lt;br /&gt;how to lip read&lt;br /&gt;how to maximize the use of my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three favorite foods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isaw&lt;br /&gt;longganisang maraming bawang(bulacan ata tawag dun eh)&lt;br /&gt;inihaw na bangus belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three shows I watched as a kid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sailormoon&lt;br /&gt;julio at julia&lt;br /&gt;La Traidora(Marimar's predecessor)&lt;br /&gt;Three people I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;datswhy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;southdude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pulsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, ang herap mag aydit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-2978109363678546048?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/2978109363678546048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=2978109363678546048&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2978109363678546048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2978109363678546048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/08/three-thingsma-try-nga.html' title='three things(ma try nga)'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-4330187731234530753</id><published>2007-08-02T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:47:27.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sweetest word/phrase that I'd like to hear would not be "I love U" nor "I miss you"I am not even religious but this verse has a certain appeal to it.It would be a verse in the Bible from Ruth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wag mo akung pakiusapan na iwan, 'ni talikdan ang pagsama sayo, sapagkat kung san ka paroroon ay 'dun ako paroroon, kung san ka magpapalipas ng gabi ay 'don ako magpapalipas ng gabi, ang iyong bayan ay aking magiging bayan, at ang iyong diyos ay aking dyos, kung saan ka mamatay ay dun ako mamamatay...tanging kamatayan lang ang makapaghihiwalay sa akin at sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of having someone said those phrases to me and I literally cried my heart and soul out. And I continued crying after waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better spoken in Tagalog to feel its "power."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-4330187731234530753?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/4330187731234530753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=4330187731234530753&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4330187731234530753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/4330187731234530753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweetest-wordphrase-that-id-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-8524759728317377168</id><published>2007-08-01T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:01:54.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jerome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to let you know that your my living diary; who knows all of my darkest insecurity. "Others" doesn't know about this because your my mirror image-figuratively. Some people might think of you as a weirdo and numb, but that numbness is your way of absorbing my fears, I feel your disappointment when I am lonely. Your fear becomes mine. Your as misunderstood as I am. The advice that you give me has always been comforting.&lt;br /&gt;I cry and you understand why.&lt;br /&gt;"Others" can't seem to know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I experience a chilling loneliness, you're the warmth I feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s dapat so future boyfriend ang post na to eh, since wala pa, sa 'yo ko muna i-didivert ang emotion ko. Sana 'kaw na muna ang "makahanap" bago ako para maging "fair" sa 'yo, since virgin ka since fetus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-8524759728317377168?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/8524759728317377168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=8524759728317377168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8524759728317377168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/8524759728317377168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-would-like-to-let-you-know-that-your.html' title=''/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-5901999253871882920</id><published>2007-07-30T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:43:47.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>isa pang insecurity</title><content type='html'>Please bear with me. The statement your about to "hear"are selfishly written, no scratch that, you'll hear tons of pure insecurity. I have never attempted to write my feelings on paper, primarily because I'm ashamed to admit thatI need to face my fear;the fear of being left out, especially within your circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I can liberally say that I have a burning hate on Walter and Patrick, because I'm jealous on what they have. what they had, and what they will be having. I mean, we've been friends for years to take offense from each other but somehow, there are things that are inbetween that are unspoken of, like you hate yourself for not being commended on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh stop it! I'm just fooling myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real thing is that, I hate them because the always get noticed by posting their pics on gaysites; they get tons of email from people all over the web because they are wanted; they&lt;br /&gt;could get away from a bad hair day because it looks good on them; they can a post a shoutout and still be heard and my features were nothing compared to them.&lt;br /&gt;You might think of my problem as a useless, nonsense and stupid dilemna by these small things make up Nathan, Me. Maybe you can relate. Do you know how it feels to be the "absorber" of their happiness when they get an email from someone they like. Should I be happy for them when someone asks them for a date. Don't they know that I feel insecurity towards them and I badly needed their attention at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the guts to tell my feelings to my friends. Not now, maybe they'll never know. They should not know! What do you think they'll do...? Oh wait, an idea just popped into my head they'll tell me: "Ano ka ba? Insecure ka lang! Wag mo kasing intindihin..."(that's their usual response). Sounds uplifting right? I'm not expecting an immediate response from them. I'm not waiting to be heard. And that's the root of my problem.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too scared to admit that I wanted someone or something in my life I always project a confident, don't-touch-me persona. But that is not me. My closest friends think of me as a toughie--able to handle rejections confidently and can withstand intense social pressure. Years of pretentious has surely made me a parasite. I am eating myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is hope, I assume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick told me that I should know my value, that I'm capable of loving someone other that just a person looking for plain sex. I found that idea warming . He's actually correct and maybe I'm not internalizing what he's telling me. Most people go for looks as basis for a "good relationship" (which I don't have by the way) but in the end your personality and charm will work it's way on top of the relationship priority.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST THINK THAT IT'S ALL UNFAIR! WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;Patrick recieves a lot of phone calles from anyone; Walter seems to be the "Mr textfrienship", and I did post my cellphone number on the same website and the only one that texts me is the network. Clearly, I am not marketed as an internet socialite but, Don't I deserve notice as well? Do they know that I wanted to tell them that "naiingit ako".&lt;br /&gt;Oh my,being single and ugly has lots of dilemna more that you can withstand!&lt;br /&gt;The most painful thing this just happened today, June 6th 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Patrick didn't die of anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a text message from him, he said that he just got a new relationship from someone- a georgous writer-and how am i suppose to take it in?!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say that I am happy for him because I'm dying of jealousy. I really hate him for this. I just wish I could just disappear from sight and hopefuly upon my return from "somewhere" all my hate would be erased. I wanted to be hurt physically that be tormented emotionally from this chilling loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Patrick because I can never be like you. How i wish for you to feel all the darkness that had accumulated inside of me. You can never feel the same emotion I harbor. Good thing your not like me, because if you are, I can never help you .  Everything you have needs to rot. It should start now!&lt;br /&gt;I need to remove myself from your memory. It will be you and walter that I need to destroy mentally because you have a relationship that most people long for, including me.&lt;br /&gt;And for me to "treat" this feeling. I bid you goodbye. Please just remove me from your past. I'll never be like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-5901999253871882920?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/5901999253871882920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=5901999253871882920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/5901999253871882920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/5901999253871882920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/07/isa-pang-insecurity.html' title='isa pang insecurity'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-2706551898145267485</id><published>2007-07-30T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:34:46.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insecurity</title><content type='html'>Ito na namam ako, In-love sa taong di ako kilala at magiging problema ko na naman ito dahil di ko kayang kontrolin.  Ayaw ko na, wala naman kcng patutunguhan ang drama ko. masochista lang cguro ako, gusto ko ang mga drama, mga heartaches at mga larong walang patutunguhan dahil alam kung luhaan at sugatan ako sa huli. Parati  namang ganun ang pinatutunguhan ng lovestory ko, teka, wala pa pala akung love!&lt;br /&gt;Drama ko no?! naiirita na nga ako minsan sa sarili ko eh. puro emote sa kama bago matulog at aakalain paggicng kinaumgahan eh, nanjan na labas ang prince charming ko.  Kailan ko ba mamahalin ang sarili ko, ayaw kung mamuhay sa mundong puro regret at pagaalipusta sa sarili. Ang daming kailangang baguhin, di mo alam kung paano sisimulan, kung tutuusin sarili mo lang naman ang problema mo, panu pa kaya kung lahat ng "mundo" sumugod, eh di lantutay ka na pagkatapos.&lt;br /&gt;San ba ako nagkulang?&lt;br /&gt;Di ba kapag may nakaktingin kang tao habang naglalakad, lalo't na kapag feel mong magemote eh, tapos nagkatinginan kayo ng taong tinitingnan mo--pagibig na ba yon?  May mutual instinct kayo na "dapat batiin ko cia at least" sa isa't isa.  Torpe din pala ako.  Di ko kayang makipagtitigan sa tao na matagal, insecure kasi ako eh.  Kung ginawa ko kaya un eh may magbubungang mabuti?  Ma try nga minsan, naiinip na kasi akung nagiisa, tutal nagiisa ka lang naman at kung mapahiya ka--nagiisa ka rin!&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko din namang maranasan ang mahalin at mahalikan(sabi sa yo' eh emote mode ako).  Bentre tres anyos na ako at wala pang karanasan sa tunay na pagibig.  Nakakahiya sa kaibigan ko dahil pinepressure na nya akung maghanap ng "tunay na pagbig".  Cguro sa panahong ito, intay na lang muna.  Kailangan ko pang daigin ang mga kalaban ko tutal isa rin naman akung Knight in shining armor na hinahanap ng iba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-2706551898145267485?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/2706551898145267485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=2706551898145267485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2706551898145267485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/2706551898145267485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/07/insecurity.html' title='insecurity'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-3854847089663487139</id><published>2007-07-30T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:27:04.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sulat 10 years from now(gaya gaya mode)</title><content type='html'>Sulat ko sayo ten years from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala mo pa ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haller" si Nathan to(sikat pa ba ang "haller" na word sa panahon mo?). Kamusta ka na, sana masaya ka sa situation mo. At higit sa lahat, sana wala na ang hidden insecurity mo. Mataba ka pa rin ba? Natatawa nga ako kapag nakikita ko ang mga pic mo sa internet kasi ang daming nagbago. Parati mo kasing naiisip na nagiisa ka, na napakapanget mo. Ngayun alam na siguro na isa kang loveable at gwapong tao(sumusuka na na no!) Nakaset na siguro ang lahat ng priorities mo, nagugulat nga ako sa tagumpay na natatamo mo! Mr Writer na globetrotter ka na. Wooohooo! Diba, kaibigan mo dati sila Walter, Patrick, at Jonjon (naparetoke na ba?) Anu na kaya ang nangyari dun, wag ka sanang malungkot dahil di mo naman kasalanan na nawala sila, mutual desisyon yun kumbaga.&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap sigurong mabuhay sa kinalalagyan mo ngayun. Ikaw ang taong puno ng mga pangarap at halos araw-araw nag-dedeydream ng mga trabahong maganda ang tunog at mataas ang sweldo. Alam mo ang magandang gawin? Tigilan ang walang kwentang mga paguubos ng panahon sa pangarap at gawin ang gusto ng puso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagkakaalam ko, 'kaw ung taong di tumitigil sa isang bagay hanggat di mo nakukuha. Sana ganun ka pa rin sa ngayun. At syempre di mo rin makakalimutan na minsan nagtrabaho ka sa isang companya na akala mo panghabangbuhay-call center. At alam ko rin naman ang hirap na pinagdaanan mo lalo't ng pagiisa mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino na ang boyfriend mo ngayun? Panu kayo nagkakilala? At, masaya ka ba sya sa piling mo?(joke!) Si essie kamusta na,speaking of which, dapat parating intouch sa mga taong nakasalamuha mo dahil ang mga taong naging kaibigan mo ang magsisilbing ikaw ngayon. Malamang si Essie, maganda na rin ang buhay at masaya sa piling nga kanyang asawa, si Arvin. Sigurado ako, marami ding anak yun ang medyo nalosyang na(hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kamustahin mo ako sa mama at tatay mo. Sana malakas pa sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O panu ba yan hanggang dito na lang muna. Kailangan ko pang magtrabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero tandaan mo, mahalin mo ang sarili mo, dahil mahal kita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-3854847089663487139?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/3854847089663487139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=3854847089663487139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3854847089663487139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3854847089663487139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/07/sulat-10-years-from-nowgaya-gaya-mode.html' title='sulat 10 years from now(gaya gaya mode)'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535240099036323604.post-3433164947984845904</id><published>2007-07-30T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:03:21.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walang kwenta!</title><content type='html'>Can you remain single for the rest of your life and yet remain as happy like a couple?&lt;br /&gt;I am losing hope. I am a "bit" pessimistic.I simply don't want to dwell on the overflowing emotings hovering over me. And the emotions were not good. Pessimissm.&lt;br /&gt;Singularity enables us to feed our utmost desire, it feeds our heart for the longing to be loved and be loved in return. Given my current insecurity, which i doubt will I ever overcome, there is no getting away with it. So in the meantime, my being single is on a stale plate. Which is exactly the reason I am looking for someone to love.&lt;br /&gt;Pessimissm makes me hope for the worst and fear the most dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;One word: Playing safe.&lt;br /&gt;I am not really good with rejection because I have yet not treaded the one-disappointment-after-the-other scenario yet. I am soo scared that if my confidence crumbles to dust, rebuilding it is next to impossible.&lt;br /&gt;I never had a suitor. I never had a nightlife. Nobody would want to approach me because of my horrible image. Nobody asks about my whereabouts. No one wants to hear about my current lovelife. Well, who would? I am a person who has lots of bad/ugly things than good ones. I will never be a gift to someone else nor a knight and shininng armore. Nathan, gumising ka, tangina mo. bakit ang panget mo?!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just have to accept the fact that not all people are gifted with a soulmate/lover.&lt;br /&gt;No more drama and I hate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535240099036323604-3433164947984845904?l=shamashu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/feeds/3433164947984845904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535240099036323604&amp;postID=3433164947984845904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3433164947984845904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535240099036323604/posts/default/3433164947984845904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamashu.blogspot.com/2007/07/walang-kwenta.html' title='walang kwenta!'/><author><name>blackdarkheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504763630128312100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
