<?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-3658130269357096410</id><updated>2011-07-29T12:41:58.449+08:00</updated><category term='cosplay'/><category term='hataw hanep hero amped edition'/><category term='sink hole'/><title type='text'>Pagnanasa</title><subtitle type='html'>Emotions of a bachelor who has nothing better to do with his life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658130269357096410.post-2121244976055651327</id><published>2010-05-04T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:26:38.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/kyuzwafu" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/kyuzwafu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-2121244976055651327?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2121244976055651327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=2121244976055651327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/2121244976055651327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/2121244976055651327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-695507555980909949</id><published>2009-02-28T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:19:12.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: eks oh eks oh&lt;br /&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zup all. The month of &lt;s&gt;Valentines&lt;/s&gt;, I mean &lt;b&gt;Desperation&lt;/b&gt; (formerly referred to as Singles Awareness Day or simply SAD) has come to an end. Well there's still a bit of &lt;s&gt;Valentines&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;Desperation Day&lt;/b&gt; residue left in my system. Hopefully come White Day, everything will be back to normal. As usual, a lot has happened to yours truly during D-month. A lot of work-related stuff, a lot of women-related stuff, a lot of weird encouter-related stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently too lazy to remember and type everything so I'll simply list down what I remember in bullet form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;• Ja ne Annie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie was a good friend, and no she isn't dead. After all those times we've been together, I felt like we've reached a fork in the road and are now taking different paths. Mada atode, kisama... hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;• Work overload&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like the word overtime. Everytime I was asked to work overtime, I was glad because it meant more money, and more money equals more power. It's also a step closer towards my goal of total world domination. But lately, work is starting to take it's toll on me. I'm having less time for sleep, badminton, anime and sleep. I can feel my poor body getting frailer @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;• PVP: Level 25 merchant vs. Level 15 Thief&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One rainy night as I was on my way home after playing badminton, I almost got robbed while riding a pedicab. The thief was about 15 years old, and obviously a fucking noob. Too lazy to write all the details but here's a summary:&lt;br /&gt;-he boarded the pedicab&lt;br /&gt;-he took out an icepick and pointed it at me&lt;br /&gt;-I twisted his wrist, making him drop the weapon&lt;br /&gt;-I got the weapon&lt;br /&gt;-He ran off&lt;br /&gt;-I went down from the pedicab and saw his accomplice running towards me&lt;br /&gt;-I saw his accomplice seeing his accomplice running away, and immediately ran towards the opposite direction &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a pRO version of the story&lt;br /&gt;-Thief vs Merchant&lt;br /&gt;-Thief uses Steal, Failed!&lt;br /&gt;-Thief uses Steal coin, Failed!&lt;br /&gt;-Merchant uses strip weapon, Success! (wtf)&lt;br /&gt;-Thief had his weapon stripped&lt;br /&gt;-Thief did backslide&lt;br /&gt;-lagging Acolyte who was party with the thief was unable to support, uses bwing instead&lt;br /&gt;-Merchant gained 50 exp and Icepick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;• Inspiring People&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Seto Kaiba Cosplay during Hataw Hanep Hero: Amped Edition? Would you believe I inspired someone to win 2nd place during the tournament? He said my presence gave him luck and drove him to win 2nd place. Don't believe it? Here a screencap of a message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R36sj7ur2GE/Saq101W2peI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bRBOqbAN1-M/s1600-h/mail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R36sj7ur2GE/Saq101W2peI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bRBOqbAN1-M/s400/mail.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308255030090311138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzu du ku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-695507555980909949?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/695507555980909949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=695507555980909949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/695507555980909949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/695507555980909949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2009/03/d-day.html' title='D-Day'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R36sj7ur2GE/Saq101W2peI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bRBOqbAN1-M/s72-c/mail.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658130269357096410.post-6303099249421923260</id><published>2009-01-30T03:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:19:28.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sink hole'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the Sink Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Pissed&lt;br /&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for Christmas and New Year recaps, since I'm pissed and don't give a rat's ass ATM, my first post of the year will be filled with so much of my personal information that you'd probably end up fearing me after reading it's entirety...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, let me re-introduce myself... name's Patrick, also known to others as:&lt;br /&gt;pat, patz, kyuzo, kyuz, trek, trik, K!ckass, Inagaw, Leoric, FuckBoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with given pet names:&lt;br /&gt;labs, dear, romeo, patricio, thots, fafa, dadeh, (and the list goes on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y253/itsuxbu/lulu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y253/itsuxbu/lulu1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often picture myself as the villain holding the world within his palm, toying with it, making it spin towards any direction he desires. Therefore, I can attest that I'm a manipulative person. I have this habit of bending people, forcing them to obey my will, of course without their knowing, and succeeding 9 out of 10 times. I start by putting on a mask and getting inside their inner circle thru lying, gradually earning their trust until I feel that I've gone far enough. I normally wear my jester's mask for it is the most efficient way of breaking down walls and personal space. Once I'm in, everything else shall follow. Most of the time I can predict people's thinking patterns, how someone would react to a certain situation. Having that perception gives me the advantage of seeing an outcome that is yet to happen, and change it according to my whims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I desire something, 9 out of 10 times I get it, one way or another. How? Well simply by taking actions that'll force other people to do my bid without them knowing. Just like playing chess, I move a few pieces to limit my opponent's move, gradually making his world smaller eventually reaching the point where he'll move based solely on my discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y253/itsuxbu/kira1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y253/itsuxbu/kira1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally see everything from a different perspective. If something piqued my interest, I subconsciously observe it's entirety, thoroughly inspecting every side and angle while devising a way on how I'll shape it according to my will. With those thoughts circling inside my head, obviously my greatest fear would be for a person to see me beyond my mask, to get within my personal space, meddle with my plans and explose my vile nature. Everytime someone gets within that range, I either silence them or stay a comfortable distance. How I silence them I leave to your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading all of this... again.. I welcome you to my Sink Hole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-6303099249421923260?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6303099249421923260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=6303099249421923260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/6303099249421923260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/6303099249421923260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2009/02/current-mood-pissed-location-hell-hole.html' title='Welcome to the Sink Hole'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-238437082493702248</id><published>2008-12-31T16:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:57:52.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hataw hanep hero amped edition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><title type='text'>New Text Document</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Rush rush rush...&lt;br /&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look like I'm just in time for a new entry right before the year ends. And to think this is my first entry for this month... talk about having a sense of punctuality @.@ I was wanting to write an entry hours after I published my last post but procrastination just kept on getting the best of me. It's difficult to deal with the wacky work schedule I've had not to mention the practices I had to attend in addition to the weather plus the holiday shopping and my neighbor's pet dinosaur getting discovered by NASA... okay I admit I'm just procrastinating. XD&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is where should I begin? Hhhhhmmm.... Oh I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hataw Hanep Hero: AMPED Edition&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-305.friendster.com/e1/photos/50/34/3604305/1_964471708l.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to recall what transipired then aside from the fact that I fell inlove with the girl cosplaying as Yuuko Ichihara from xxxHolic from the pic above and if you happen to know some info about the girl... I'm willing to pay a hefty amount... well not really but still give me info plzzzz!!!! On to the actual recall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My sister winning a Rima doll during the raffle&lt;br /&gt;-Meeting a kyuzo cosplayer&lt;br /&gt;-Falling inlove with yuna, suiseiseki, freya (from chobits), female arrancars apache, sun sun and hallebel&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing unique characters being cosplayed namely Super boink, shin chan, chuckie, president obama&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing common characters being cosplayed like 15 Misa Amane's, about 3 Shana's (Shakugan no Shana) and 2 Akatsuki Groups&lt;br /&gt;-Getting sandwiched by 2 Hard Gays (and luvin' it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some useful links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?a=710640278&amp;uid=3604305"&gt;Friendster photo album&lt;/a&gt; (Must be my friend to view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y253/itsuxbu/hataw%20hanep%20hero%20amped%20edition%202008"&gt;Photobucket photo album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILIge-INoJw"&gt;My nephew as Asuma Kazuma on the 7 minute mark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIZsl1fiT80"&gt;My imouto and I's catwalk on 7:20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Hataw Hanep Hero comes my trip to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anilao Batangas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-305.friendster.com/e1/photos/50/34/3604305/1_444618389l.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mastered the art of forming kagebunshins as you can see above. What else happened? Hhhmmm....&lt;br /&gt;-He got stung by jellyfishies and I got stung by a sea urchin&lt;br /&gt;-My phone went swimming together with my wallet&lt;br /&gt;-Lots of couple wars&lt;br /&gt;-Went snorkling and saw fishies execute feeding frenzy in realtime&lt;br /&gt;-Played with the sand and sea and stones&lt;br /&gt;-Failed to consume a case of San Miguel Beer Lights for the entire 3 days&lt;br /&gt;-Got limp dick tattoes on the arms&lt;br /&gt;-More couple wars&lt;br /&gt;-Burned about 2 grand for the entire trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, the conclusion of my November adventures comes to an end. Next up... December escapades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the year ends, I'd like thank my avid readers and followers and fans and concubines and man-whores... You are the reason I continue writing and posting weird and shitload of nonsense stuff. Really, there are times I feel so goddamn lazy but reading your comments and knowing that new people adds to my legion of followers (like &lt;a href="http://kyuz.multiply.com/journal/item/15/Sport"&gt;this guy here&lt;/a&gt;) replaces my usual grin with a heart warming smile. Seriously... thank you guys (and girls). Enjoy the remaining hours of 2008 and look forward to a more adventurous and peril-filled 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-238437082493702248?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/238437082493702248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=238437082493702248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/238437082493702248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/238437082493702248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-text-document.html' title='New Text Document'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-2072244622118796458</id><published>2008-11-19T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:19:44.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Tired from forming handseals&lt;br /&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to pick up where I left off from last entry, what happened approx three weeks after. We'll get to that, but first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you felt the need for a bunshin (clone) coz you have to be in several places at the same time and be with people here and there? Well I don't... One me is already too much for the world, what more if there were an army of kyuzo-sama's? Why did I ask? Well it's coz long time buddy Freak flew back here at the eastern pearl (FYR: Perlas ng Silanganan &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;ou &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;etards) about a week ago and we have yet to paint the town red with the impatient Dickhead. Blame this thing called 'work', it's quite different compared to the college and call boy days when we just skip school/work whenever we feel like it. We'd kick ass whole day, devour at tokyo-tokyo, drink booze by nightfall, and sleep all day next day pretending to be sick. Ahhhh.... Those were the days... Snapping back to reality, Freak only has approximately 50 something hours as of writing til he returns to Dubai. Hopefully we can do some major ass kicking while getting drunk tomorrow. *wishful thinking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is around the air, the season for giving, attending parties, celebrations, gifts, spending, more spending and zero money. Have a couple of Christmas party already lined up, both with presentations. Looks like there'll be a dance number... and I'll be dancing. That got me excited coz I like to dance, thing is dancing doesn't have mutual feelings for me. I have three left feet in addition to a body harder than diamond. So whoever our choreographer will be... I wish you the best of luck. Been watching Nami Tamaki music videos (blame my LSS on Reason) and I loved the way she dances. When I'm alone here at my room, I try to mimic the moves while looking at this huge ass mirror. The reflection is nothing short of horrifying. So yeah... kudos to me and our choreographer! Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton this afternoon after work. End result: experienced blue balls coz I didn't get to play that long compared to our usual session. Blame Anthony and his Pc + DSL, Hansel and his overtime, Anne Margarette and her lack of clothes, and my friggin' badminton racket for having it's strings cut. My trusy Wilson Tension 3/8 Badminton racket had it's strings cut after 5 years of abuse. Is it a sign that I'll be getting a new Yonex Badminton Racket + gum sole shoes soon? I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home after badminton, guess who I found? It's sleeping beauty (the one from my previous post) Hahahahaha! I'm thinking you already have an idea what happened during the ride. You want clues? Well, here are a few... eyes wide shut, leaning here and there, and more eyes wide shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.. I guess it's time for the much awaited update for what my best five foot girlfriend coined 'operation ligaya'. Why the term? Beats me! Hehehehe! Days after the confession, I could feel this thick fogwall around us, and it's coming from her LOL! She became aloof, wait maybe aloof is not the proper term, more like extemely cautios around me. She doesn't laugh at my jokes anymore, won't reply to messages and chit-chats, we don't see each other as often as we used to, heck I didn't even get a single chance in three weeks to go out with her, you get the picture. You know the song Overjoyed by Stevie Wonder? The lines &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"and though the odds say improbable&lt;br /&gt;What do they know&lt;br /&gt;For in romance&lt;br /&gt;All true love needs is a chance"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pierces thru me, word per word. A few entries ago, I said I'll worry about the odds if my feelings doesn't take a turn towards the negative. Well I'm starting to worry alright. It's really funny. You like someone, they don't like you. Someone likes you, you don't like them. Somebody likes someone, that someone likes you instead of that somebody. Some sick sucker somewhere slapped someone silly suddenly subsequent to seeing sally serenading somebody, singing short songs.. SHIT! What was that last sentence about? XD Back to my sulking, as I was saying... Just when I was starting to worry about the odds, several rays of hope appeared. I had the opportunity to enjoy insert-something-here together with her last week. I was surprised she was present during that something. She was so cute and funny and weird and cute and downright gorgeous back then. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the last time I saw her... I was able to make her laugh. I mean after 3 weeks of not hearing laughter or not seeing her smile for real, that moment, the sight of her smiling and laughing was really magnificent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odds still remains against me.. I still believe it's close to zero. But as long as I still see her smile, hear her giggle and shout and laugh frantically. No matter how seldom, operation ligaya continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-2072244622118796458?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2072244622118796458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=2072244622118796458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/2072244622118796458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/2072244622118796458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/11/sport.html' title='Sport'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-4440470723790745633</id><published>2008-11-16T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:35:41.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert Title Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Dumbstruck&lt;br /&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha! It'd been about 3 weeks, since the last entry... I left off after blurting out my feelings for someone. A lot of you fans might be wondering what happened 3 weeks after the declaration. We'll get to that, but first.. the usual recap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FX Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past months I've been commuting to and from the office, standing inline around 7AM daily on the same place, I get to bump familiar faces every now and then. Meeting old college and highschool friends alike, chit-chatting, making-up for lost time, the usual. Other than old friends and acquaintances, I kind of remember faces of fellow passengers. mostly female, all of them good-looking... and I had given them aliases on how I remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sleeping Beauty&lt;br /&gt;As her title states, she's sleeping beauty because she's pretty and falls asleep pretty fast as well. We sat beside each other once, and about 10 mins after the FX started moving she fell asleep on my shoulder. Instead of waking her up, I just let her rest for I thought she might be tired or still having hangovers or something. After 10 mins, she woke up, looked at me, rubbed her eyes, wiped her lips (for possible drool) looked at me again, bowed her head and apologized. I just smiled and grinned and laughed a bit. After 3 mins, she fell asleep on my shoulders again. My reaction was WTF!? I then put on my shades, and pretended to sleep LOL! When we were about nearing our destination, we had a little chat, introduced ourselves, where we worked, and said goodbye to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weeks after that encounter, we were seatmates again and guess what? She slept on my shoulders like I'm her boyfriend of something. I don't know if she's taking advantage of me, but even if that's the case... I don't mind. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PSP Girl&lt;br /&gt;I remember her as one of the girls who I always catch looking at me everytime I'm standing inline for the ride. Being the arrogant and boastful person I am, I knew she had a crush on me and longed to sit next to me. Well guess what? one day her dream came true... we sat alongside one another on the front passenger seat of the vehicle. Hehehehe... I was curious as what her reaction will be so I decided to NOT wear my shades (to let her have a better view of my dazzling eyes) and NOT listen to my iPod (to make her conscious that I can hear every little rustle she'll make). Shortly after the fx moved, I purposedly looked at her, caught her looking at me, leaving her starled. I saw her blushed as she hurriedly grabbed her PSP and earphones from her bag and pounded on it like there was no tomorrow. I decided to put on my shades and iPod and pretended to sleep, but deep inside I can't help but laugh. I still see PSP girl to date but haven't got the opportunity to sit next to her. I also noticed that ever since that time, she seemed to be more reserved than her usual. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fanservice Girl&lt;br /&gt;Male fans are gonna love this next one. Before I reveal the reason to the alias, I'd like to describe her first. She's about 5'6" tall, has fair complexion, a bit chubby (just a bit), looks semi-chinese, sports long hair, and arrives usually around 7:05 AM. Why fanservice? It's because she almost always wear skimpy skirts. I think it's about 3-4 inches above her knee. "But isn't that a common office girl outfit?" you might ask... Well yeah it is. "So why fanservice?". It's because she arrives via pedicab everytime. She's taller than most women, and pedicab seats aren't that high. In addition, most pedicabs have open 'windshields'. "You didn't answer the question. WHY FANSERVICE?" If you still don't get it... Let's do the math:&lt;br /&gt;tall girl + short skirt + low seat + open front view = fanservice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bitches&lt;br /&gt;These are the fat, ugly, toilet-looking felines. I don't remember their faces, only their actions.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch #1 - Never closes the door after leaving the vehicle&lt;br /&gt;Bitch #2 - Directs all airconditioning towards her&lt;br /&gt;Bitch #3 - Snores while sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Bitch #4 - is so fat she she occupies the space for three people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes the FX girls segment, next up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manic Mondays&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that on mondays... 80% of females at the office wear black pants. I shall call them the MBPS or Monday Black Pants Society. I don't know if there is any scientific explanation as to why, I just find it funny. Hehehehe! Btw, since were talking about the office... I'd like to tell you something. Did you know that there's this janitress who goes in and out of the male restroom like it's no biggie. @.@&lt;br /&gt;I won't be surprised if one day she gets raped or something, wait... on second thought... I'd be surprised. I don't think she's even worth the rape and jail slash death sentence. But nevertheless, she's quite annoying... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Badminton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the Cheqlympics a month ago, I got re-hooked in playing badminton. The fact that we can play somewhere decent and for free was very welcoming, and I'm becoming more and more like a badminton junkie, playing around 3 times a week average. Watch out Lin Dan, you'll soon be eating my smash level 100 powered shuttle cocks. Hehehehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has become quite long as it is therefore leaving me to save my next entry for the lovelife update. Stay tuned til next time XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x's&lt;br /&gt;I'm now a proud owner of a Brand New 22" Samsung T220 LCD Monitor baby!&lt;br /&gt;*woot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-4440470723790745633?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4440470723790745633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=4440470723790745633' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/4440470723790745633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/4440470723790745633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/11/insert-title-here.html' title='Insert Title Here'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-8966747776010861083</id><published>2008-10-26T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:42:09.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed @ Falling Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Falling while eating Potchi and drowning in Heart's These Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that tingling, irritating sensation that keeps you up at night and leaves you dumbstruck during the day? Well, lately I've been feeling that a lot. I don't know if's the effect of the looming halloween or yuletide season. I don't know if the effect of me not having a serious relationship in over 3(?) years. The feeling just won't rub off. I've been fighting this feeling for sometime now, constantly in self-denial, weighing the pro's and con's, reminding myself that I'm financially unprepared, and thinking of other girls just to get my mind off her. Well guess what? I'm losing the battle. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I had a big crush on somebody. And by big, I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I dream of that person often, which is really unusual since I seldom dream&lt;br /&gt;-I picture her almost every idle moment of my mind&lt;br /&gt;-Simple everyday things remind me of her&lt;br /&gt;-I miss her more than I miss my PC&lt;br /&gt;-I get uneasy around her. Being the arrogant, carefree, don't-give-an-F-about-what-you-think person that I am, the thought of me actually 'giving-an-F' about what she thinks is really something else&lt;br /&gt;-I'm subconsciously making plans of introducing her to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is that got my attention. It could be her looks, but then again I've met plenty who looks better than her. It could be her personality. It could be her dancing skills. It could be her singing skills. It could be her weird mannerisms. It could be her innocent yet outgoing personality. Or perhaps, it's my weakness towards weird and exotic girls. I'm so dead if she reads this, or if she finds out that it's her I'm talking about. Ahahahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last time we went out eating. I was choosing food and she asked me what's good. I told her what I'll be having and before I knew it... she was clinging on my shoulder while looking at the menu. I was surprised since it's the first time I got conscious of her being that close to me. In response, I put my hand over her hand over my shoulder, looked at her and gave her my usual grin slash smirk. And yes, I had butterflies in my stomach. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we seldom spend time together (thanks to our busy schedule), I'm still thankful we still communicate one way or another. During the past week, I was torn between letting her know my feelings (no it's not love, at least not yet, at the moment it's merely adoration :D). As I was saying, I'm torn between letting her know my feelings and keeping it to myself. Normally I'd keep it to myself since it'll be easier for the both of us. Her not suspecting anything and me getting closer to her. But I thought it won't be fair so I indirectly told her anyway. Our conversation was so humiliating and funny that I wasn't really sure if telling her that I like her was such a good idea. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the conversation, I'd say the odds of us being a couple is about less than one percent out of a hundred. XD But like I care, right? I mean people change... feelings change. At the moment, I'm not going to win her heart. I'd focus on getting to know her better, and if my feelings doesn't take a turn towards the negative.. that's when I'll start to inch my way into her heart and worry about the odds. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-8966747776010861083?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8966747776010861083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=8966747776010861083' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/8966747776010861083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/8966747776010861083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/10/failed-falling-again.html' title='Failed @ Falling Again'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-4072195468691126550</id><published>2008-10-26T03:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:44:43.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed @ Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Current Mood: Falling while eating Potchi at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that tingling, irritating sensation that keeps you up at night and leaves you dumbstruck during the day? Well, lately I've been feeling that a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we get to that, let's do the usual recap of the things I've underwent over the past weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cheqlympics 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was that time of the year when everyone feels sporty and healthy and bring badminton rackets every so often. Come event day, participants here and there are hyped up and excited over the activities. Some had face paints, some had bandanna's and pompoms, others had banners and some even wore matching wings and antenna that even Jollibee would be ashamed to wear. Hehehehe! Even after going home with hand injuries that took about a week to heal, I'd definitely say it was all worth it. The activities, the event, the people... everything was great. After all the sweat and cheers and jeers and trashtalking and blood and booze, wait.. was there booze? Anyway, I believe the cheering competition just before the awarding ceremony was the highlight of the event. Why? Because that's the only event my team placed first, hahahaha! Though my team didn't win 1st place overall (it was a tie for first overall but we got statistically outweighed so we had to settle for second but nevertheless), I felt like were awarded with something much better... a bond, no not the type that keeps you tied to a company, but a camaraderie like no other. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cosmania 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 8 hours after Cheqlympics, comes Cosmania 2008. It was our (my sister and I's) first time to enter the cosplay competition. We didn't plan on winning, we just wanted to know exactly how it feels to do the catwalk and if we will be greeted with cheers, boo's or no reactions. Hehehehe! For the record, Cosmania 2008 wasn't the first time we wore costumes during such events. My sister and I wore Yakitate! Japan outfits during this year's Toycon but didn't join the competition. Anyway, back to Cosmania 2008. I can say I was really proud of my costume, because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First - I was the only person on the event cosplaying that character&lt;br /&gt;Second - Almost everybody knows whose character I was imitating&lt;br /&gt;Third - A lot were saying that my costume looks good&lt;br /&gt;Fourth - I know that Seto Kaiba and I have lots of similar traits (Read: Arrogant, Conceited and Snobbish)&lt;br /&gt;Fifth - When we were walking, I hear comments like "Whoa look, it's Kaiba! Astig!"&lt;br /&gt;Sixth - During my catwalk, people cheered meaning I managed to grab the crowd's attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were asking us to have their picture taken with us (which really gave me that star-like feeling). And the funny thing is, when one gets the courage to ask us to pose, people will start to line-up and before you know it, your head and eyes start to hurt with all the camera flashes. After the photograph session, they'll thank us and some will engage us in petty conversations. I remember this girl who walked up to me all excited and asked permission to take pictures. She was really excited and hyped and told me that her brother really likes me, well not me but the character I was cosplaying. It just gave me that warm feeling knowing that I managed to instill happiness and excitement and other wonderful feelings unto people.... On second thought, I simply enjoyed girls going gaga in my presence. Hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember some funny things during cosmania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were outside the venue, sitting on the hallway and having my hair fixed. A lot of people are looking at us, they had that 'I hope they'll finish soon because I can't wait to have their pictures taken look'. When one was not able to wait any further, she managed to approach my neice (the one fixing my hair) and asked if she could take photos. My neice told her to ask me instead. She looked at me, and I looked at her with my usual facial expression (my usual facial expression is a cross between Light Yagami in Kira mode combined with Seto Kaiba's usual arrogant doesn't give a damn look). So instead of the girl asking if she could take photo's, she stepped back and waited for us to finish. So vey Seto Kaiba right? Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another, I noticed that people do not ask me upfront to have photos taken. They either approach me from the side or from the back. I was told later that it's because I was emitting an intimidating aura thus people were afraid to approach me because it looked like I'll turn them down. So very Seto Kaiba right? Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the best perk of wearing a costume is not the star-like feeling, but it's when gorgeous ladies lineup have to your photo taken with them. Ahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Hataw Hanep Hero convention :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small female kid sporting a voltron costume was simply magnificent. Another was the one sporting Louise Francoise le Bran de la Valiel (Louise the Zero from Zero no Tsukaima), she was also the girl cosplaying Konata Izumi (from Lucky Star) during toycon. I suddenly became a fan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LU! Live 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week after cosmania comes LU! Live 2008. It was nice re-meeting people, and meeting people I've known over 3 years for the first time. During the entire 2 days, I spent my time as a squatter on the CDG booth, a very handsome squatter to boot! =p&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't enjoy the event itself like I used to several years back. I was there only to sell merchandise, meet old friends and nothing more. Perhaps it's because I'm getting &lt;s&gt;old&lt;/s&gt; matured that's why it's getting less and less appealing to me. There was one memorable moment during LU! Live. And it happened during the cosplay event. A guy catwalking created a hole on the stage, unintentionally of course, and fell on the ditch. It was like watching a hero fall from a traphole. And it was so friggin' hilarious. I know I shouldn't laugh on other people's demise but I can't help it really. hahaahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Green Team Victory Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Cheqlympics a few paragraphs above? My team (green team) decided to spend our prize money by going to karaoke. So about 12 days after Cheqlympics, we went to Top Grill for the celebration. Imagine making a Wednesday into a Friday. We drank and sang as if there's no work tomorrow. It was definitely a blast. And the photos aren't so bad either. We were all having such a grand time and wished that if ever there'll be another event, we all hope that we'd again belong to the same team. Go Happy Berde!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tingling Irritating Sensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I already wrote so much therefore I'll save this for another entry. Sorry fans, hehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-4072195468691126550?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4072195468691126550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=4072195468691126550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/4072195468691126550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/4072195468691126550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/10/failed-falling.html' title='Failed @ Falling'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-1374005162892725187</id><published>2008-10-09T04:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:11:22.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed v1.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Current Mood: See Title&lt;br /&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm pissed and sick and pissed and sick and pissed and sick, it's time for another entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that irks me faster than fire feeding on gasoline, and one of them is messing up my schedule. Being the perfectionist-time-loving-planner that I am, I value my time therefore I accept only two reasons for fucking up my schedule. First is I fucked up, meaning I procrastinated or didn't feel like going on a whim or got sick or ran out of load or whatever. The second is what I call the irreversible force of nature. Be it typhoon, flood, transportation strikes, suicide bombings, Trillanes-coup-attempt and other wordly catastrophe. Everything else isn't valid. I don't give a rat's ass if your pet died or you had to work or you caught your lover in bed with your grade 2 teacher or you got your mouth full eating other people's shit or you'll die in 5 minutes or whatever. Again I don't give a rat's ass. Be thankful for I have given you an opportunity to stand in my not-so-humble presence, and the least you can do is savor every moment of it. Don't dare set an appointement you can't keep then have the nerve to put me in a tight spot because you fucked-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that... on to my next rant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking left my flashdrive at the office, I just hope nobody steals it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my fucking PLDT ID and Proximity card are missing, I have no clue where it went... oh wait.. I know where it went, t'was swallowed by a mysterious black hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you're picking on me on purpose nor do I care if I rub you the right way. Whatever it is I did that made you reprise me, I'd find it out. And when I do, I'll do it over and over again, just for the pleasure of me imagining myself getting in your nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this one isn't really a rant but I think it's worth an entry. Yesterday I had the chance to revist my &lt;a href="http://i-stynx.blog.friendster.com/"&gt;all-filipino blog&lt;/a&gt;. Guess what I found? Two users posting comments on the out-dated pages. One was all praises while the other was all curses. Guess my blog got featured or promoted somewhere and people I don't know actually had the time to read the entry, lest post a comment. Well all publicity, irregardles of content, is always good publicity. With the latest additon of 2 unknown people.. I believe that'll be +1 for my fans and +1 for my kill-with-my-deathnote list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-1374005162892725187?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1374005162892725187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=1374005162892725187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/1374005162892725187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/1374005162892725187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/10/pissed-v10.html' title='Pissed v1.0'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-4278471320095325380</id><published>2008-09-28T16:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:14:55.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of Flames, Hello's and Farewell's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Current Mood: Somewhat-pissed x Technically-Snobby x Soon-to-be-Murderous&lt;br /&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise! Yes I'm back, not for good, but simply back for the meantime. I know a lot of people were left wondering what happened to me. No signs of online activity for about a month, can't reach mobile phones and landline, can't be seen at usual hangouts, no dying message nor suicide letter, no nothing. Well, I have this thing called WORK and it takes out a hell-lot-amount of time. Just this past month, I managed to accumulate over 110 hours of overtime, combine that with the regular amount of working hours... I guess that pretty much answers my lack of time for other stuff. Aside from the overtimes, several other things happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOBILEPHONE#xxGIVEAWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to explain here, simply put, about a month after I gave away my sun phone, I gave away my globe phone (with over 200 bux worth of fucking load). I have a temporary number and phone so just drop me a note and I'd pm it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG-R-HAUZ-'LMOST-GOT-BBQ'DTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys watch news (well I don't anymore, heck I can't even read newspapers), sometime this september a small blaze hit a market in Tondo. "Yeah, so what's the deal?" you might ask, well incase you're not one of my die-hard fans, that is where I reside you nincompoop. I'll try to recall as much details as I can so give me a moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK moment's up. Here's what I gathered...&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at a little past 2:00 AM, sight of whirling flames over 3 stories tall, intense smoke and heat, firetruck-riding-firemen and the fire being contained 4 houses short of ours. Thanks to the blaze, we we're without electricity for about 4 days, cable TV for over a week, and phoneline for more than half a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLDT-TRANSFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over a month since I got deployed at PLDT. Found myself meeting a new bunch of people, saying farewell to some, will be meeting more bunch of people, and will be saying farewell to more as well. Days spent at PLDT are colorful. A typical TV-Soap filled with excitement, drama, comedy, action (well, not really) and of course love teams and triangles (LOL). Feels like going to school again hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I forgot tons of other stuff so please make do with what I got for the meantime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutouts and Greetlist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated/Advanced Happy Birthday to the following people:&lt;br /&gt;-Teks (yung gift mo utang muna, hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;-neo&lt;br /&gt;-pareng jem&lt;br /&gt;-chacha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-poshy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-4278471320095325380?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4278471320095325380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=4278471320095325380' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/4278471320095325380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/4278471320095325380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-flames-hellos-and-farewells.html' title='of Flames, Hello&apos;s and Farewell&apos;s'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-5123718746015422090</id><published>2008-08-13T15:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:28:50.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ominous (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Current Mood: Semi-Bored-Office-Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Location: The Office &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yup this is my first post outside the usual Hell Hole! Since I'm not doing anything and reading manga online is starting to suck and people I usually chat with are offline and I'm not flirting with anyone and wait.. (scratch the last 7 seven words before this) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm not flirting with anyone and wait..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; well basically I'm kinda stunned as to how I'll enjoy the remaining opportunity of me abusing the company bandwidth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess writing an entry before I leave will make do to kill my boredom. Did I just say I'm leaving work? Well yeah.. sort off. But before we got to that, I'd like to explain why the title to this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, my supervisor walked into our training room, had THAT look on her face, looked for me, and confronted me about 'Accounting Girl'. I was like OMGWTF-WHERE-DID-SHE-GET-THAT!? So in an instant, I think it became part of the daily office conversations. Little did I know that it was the beginning of something to come which I'd classify as 'Ominous'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies but I will cut it short from here and continue this some other time, my two five-feet-flat girlfriends kind of needs me at the moment. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-5123718746015422090?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5123718746015422090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=5123718746015422090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/5123718746015422090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/5123718746015422090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/08/ominous-part-1.html' title='The Ominous (part 1)'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-2331206864168442908</id><published>2008-08-09T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:10:20.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Weeks After</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Current Mood: Drowning in Hikki-chan's Voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NANI!? Only one update for July? Been pretty busy with my real life.. Work, meals, family, making plans for future events, girls... wait. Did I just say 'girls'? Guess I did. Well, it's not like I'm out dating every chance I get (wish I could though), it's more like over the past weeks.. I sort of stopped bitching at life and what do you know? It gladly returned the favor. The past month has been busy, tiring but totally wonderful. Lemme enumerate some stuff I remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Employment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mentioned on my last entry that I got hired ne? Well it's been 3 weeks since I started reporting for office, and those three weeks are filled with shocking, disturbing yet comical days. Meeting a whole new variety of people, including this pretty accounting girl (too bad she's taken XD), experiencing a 3 hour trip from ayala makati to taft avenue, teaching people how to kill idle time by reading manga online, sniping unsuspecting victims during pantry hours, getting eaten making test requirements and of course gaining new friends. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;IL's Admin EB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing much happened here, but still worth an entry. The attendance (or rather attendees) was minimal compared to the usual. A lot of staple faces weren't able to make it due to work, procastination, weather, health problems and probably whims. If it weren't for the impromptu guests, there'd hardly be an attendance. I also felt that the place had that unexplained aura because of internal-complications-resulting-from-past-events at the beginning. The people sort of had a certain grouping I'd like to classify as the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The testers &lt;/span&gt;(those who are part of the internal-complications-resulting-from-past-events)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-they 'test the waters' to make sure they do not say or do something that will further bring the unstable aura more radioactive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The viewers&lt;/span&gt; (those who are aware of the internal-complications-resulting-from-past-events but aren't involved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-they await the tester's reactions after other testers make their moves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The innocent&lt;/span&gt; (those who are unaware of the internal-complications-resulting-from-past-events)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-kinda self-explanatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eventually the mood cleared after people minus yours truly enjoyed the whack-a-kyuzo-portion orchestrated by the cute pokemon XD. I got my chance at payback during the pictionary game. Though my team didn't win, it was quite pleasurable making fun of the ultimate loser's team. Wahahahahaaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During the aftermath, a lot of people asked me how it was meeting Maria again. My proud answer.. "It didn't hurt as much as I thought it will =p". To be honest, I'm glad I saw her again, at least when the time comes when I seriously start inching my way through a certain girl's life, I can proudly to say that Maria is no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Certain Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who's this girl you ask? Well she's someone I got acquianted with about a year ago, and got re-acquainted again several weeks ago. She has that cheerful attitude, likes anime and koreanovelas, has Hikki-chan's Distance as one of her phone alerts and no further description until due notice. Hehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well that's all I remember for the time being. Til the next episode of Kyuzo's Sinkhole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-2331206864168442908?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2331206864168442908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=2331206864168442908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/2331206864168442908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/2331206864168442908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/08/four-weeks-after.html' title='Four Weeks After'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-6518624366921072616</id><published>2008-07-09T03:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T03:31:16.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Current Mood: Mixed Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't believe it's already July! Where have all the days of June went by? So much for constant updates to this piece of internet wasteland. Anyway, on with the usual ramblings and insights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few months back, I remember having a conversation with Maria thru SMS. We were chatting about nonsense when I accidentally deleted all the messages on my inbox instead of my sent items folder. I was like OMGWTFWHATHAVEIDONE? She laughed at my demise, telling me it's destiny's way of telling me to 'move on'. That particular line struck me, and I told myself, maybe this is the beginning of 'letting go' and 'moving on'. And no I'm not bitter lolx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let go thingy #1&lt;/span&gt; - prized sms kept on my globe number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, fastforward to a couple of weeks ago. It was a Manic Monday, June 30, 2008, one of the worst things in history happened. I'll try to re-live the horror I've been through that day. The time then was about 4PM, The people downstairs are watching "El Cuerpo" which is my cue to leave them and lock myself up inside my room. As a booted up my computer, waited for the drivers to finished loading, and pressed the start button to connect to the internet, I noticed something weird. The shutdown option isn't present at the start menu. I pressed ctrl+alt+delete to open my task manager but it was disabled. I pressed ctrl+r to open the "run" dialog box but it was also disabled. I pressed the power button on my tower and keyboard, but my machine wont shut itself down. Left with no choice, I hit the reset button and (insert more jargons here)...&lt;insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In short, my fucking PC was hit by a fucking virus that rendered all my fucking files fucking useless. Special mention on &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt;, meaning my fucking photos, fucking apps, fucking saved games, fucking mp3's, fucking anime episodes, fucking mangas and other important fucking data amounting to over 200 fucking gig of damages.. no fucking burned backups! Pretty fucked up ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let go thingy #2 &lt;/span&gt;- precious computer data&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess that's it for the fucks, I'll slow down with the profanities from this point forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some 3 days after the virus incident, I had a chat with an old buddy. Old meaning born way earlier than me.. hehehe! Anyway, we talked about girl stuff.. or to be exact, my present civil status. He was wondering if I'm still pursuing Maria and stuff, I told him that I'm trying to get her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as much as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;out of my system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. I didn't say I'm closing the windows, but rather opening it for other possibilities. He understood what I meant, and told me that's probably the best thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let go thingy #3 -&lt;/span&gt; Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This afternoon, some Fucking Asshole had the nerve to steal my Php 1,800 worth cellular phone! Yup you read that right, I don't have my sun mobile phone no more. I didn't care about the phone itself, it's pretty cheap anyway. What I hated was the fact that my main SIM card got stolen. I had that SIM for over 4 years I think and have messages archived dated as old as 2005. Curse that grandmotherbitchingfucker. I wish he'd grow herpes on his testicles and eyelids, and in case the culprit is a girl, herpes on her nipples and eyelids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let go thingy #4 and #5&lt;/span&gt; - Sun Phone number and Cheap Nokia Mobile Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let's do a recap, archived messages on my Globe number, important data stored on my PC, dreams of Maria, my sun mobile phone. Why do I have the feeling that there are still more to follow suit. Well in case something more dreadful happens, I'd like all my readers to know that i love you guys. wahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life's not all bitchy, I happen to lose something else today. No it's not my virginity, I already lost that decades back. What I lost was the huge 5-Month-OFFICIAL-BUM marker on my forehead. Eh? Yup! I just signed a contract for this company today. It's a regular day job, flexi sched, IT related, and just along makati. What else can I ask for? Maybe a girlfriend but that's pushing it. I swear I'm estatic about this new gig. I'll be starting office July 21 so that leaves me with approximately 2 weeks to enjoy the rest of my bumming. I so love my life! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;x's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I celebrated my birthday last June, it may be a month late, but I'm still accepting gifts =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;x's squared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My sister celebrated her birthday last June also, it may be a month late, but here's a shout out for her. Happy Birthday Buren :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;x's Cubed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My sister and I went to the 7th Toycon last June (we sort of celebrated my birthday there, along with a few unexpected friends). I was so wanting to write a blog about the experience, but the above scenarios kind of got in the way. Maybe I'll write an entry in a few days, but in the mean time you can check some of the day 2 photos on my friendster account (see link on the side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-6518624366921072616?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6518624366921072616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=6518624366921072616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/6518624366921072616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/6518624366921072616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/07/sayonara.html' title='Sayonara'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-5802895804374148257</id><published>2008-06-04T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:46:09.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avalanche</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Current Mood: Still Psyched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Location (Physical): Hell Hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Location (Mental): Still stuck wallowing into the pits of despair for all eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so we meet again, filthy human. Be warned, you ought to turn back before you read the next paragraphs else everything will be too late and before you know it you've already wasted several minutes of your precious life. Slash disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you know the feeling that you screwed bigtime, so gigantic that everytime you think about it you want to bury yourself underground and wish it didn't happen? I think I've been doing and feeling that a lot lately. The past weeks has got me thinking and sulking and feeling like someone wallowing into the pits of despair for all eternity.. and the days just don't end. More so they kept on piling up, day after day after hour after minute after every waking and sleeping moment. With such things going through my inner state, I'm starting to crumble. I've been consistently missing my cues and I can't get my act together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been messing up my chores lately, spilling and breaking things I normally won't. It's so consistent you'd think it's my hobby. @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been screwing up simple math and general information so much you'd think i'm dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been blowing my fuse instantly you'd think I'm a madman and wanting to assasinate a lot of people so bad you'd think I'm a psycho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had a conversation with Maria last night, being the now inferior me... I was jittery and a total wreck. I think I told her things that did not be needed told and asked her things that did not be needed asked. And with my present state, everything came out akward.. and the best part is I didn't realize it until after several hours later. To make the long story short, I think I made a fool of myself.. a Royal Doofus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remember hearing or reading something that says "One must live life with no regrets", well it's so god damn difficult especially if you've been tripping a lot of mines like I do. It's so fucking difficult to ignore once it starts haunting you. The nuisance it brings is nothing compared to a fucking beggar stalking you and can't get rid of no matter what. Gaining experience from all those mistakes is not enough, I also need to think harder and act stronger. If I could only say "I don't care how I look or what mess I got my self into, I won't fall on my kness, I won't give up, I refuse to give in to my destiny and this fucking sense of inferiority, I will defnitely change my future!" Too bad I can't. If I can just undo everything, i'll (insert more blaber here).... too bad I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"You lose when you show your true intentions." I think this one fits me better. The days of deception are coming to an end. All the lies and suffering and honesty have formed a huge ass avalanche coming down, crashing over at me. Before I get crushed, I hope Maria gets to read this. Especially the next seven sentences. Holding on to something so dear but is never yours sucks. Being available and always there when unwanted sucks. Wanting to to be needed sucks. Waiting for something that will never arrive sucks. Relentlessly fighting, even after losing the battle a long time ago, sucks. Refusing to accept defeat, hoping you can still turn the tide and win it as long you never give up sucks. I only wanted to see a happy you with me in it. Well obviously it's too much to ask for. Damn those fucking anime shows where the hero almost always gets the happy ending because he never gave up! Curses! There awaits no bright future! There is no lively sunshine! There is no lovely sunset! There is only wallowing into the pits of despair for all eternity... with demons laughing on the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-5802895804374148257?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5802895804374148257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=5802895804374148257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/5802895804374148257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/5802895804374148257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/06/avalanche.html' title='Avalanche'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-838629052876099023</id><published>2008-05-26T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:41:54.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Current Mood: Psyched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Waking up after getting about 40 hours of sleep over the last 48 hours makes one feel tired, probably due to hunger and stress from oversleeping (YES you can get stress from sleep, so don't argue with me). Went downstairs, entered the john and fixed myself. After running cold water over my face, I looked up the mirror and noticed several things. My hair is all messed up, meaning it has grown within 'normal status'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Rolls clip from December 2007*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Location: Inside PBB house prototype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Someone: Let's get our heads shaved to 'celebrate our hiring process and mark the beginning of our turmoils'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All including me: k..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Clip from flashback December 2007 ends*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Snapping back to reality and seeing my hair all messed up and realizing it has grown that much since the monk-style-hairdo made me reflect on the amount time that had passed since then. In leu with that, I started to pinpoint the "several other things" I mentioned on the first paragraph. My facial hair seems to have grown to messy proportions as well. My cheek was thinner than usual, meaning I might've lost weight (Holy Crap! Hard-earned pounds down the drain T_T). My upper body skin getting less and less visible thanks to my self-prescribed psoriasis. I probably have only about 10% of my original upper-body skin left un-infected. To sum it up I looked like loser period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Being the infrequent narcissist that I am, I pitied myself. You got that right... The mighty and arrogant Patrick/kyuzo-sama sulking, you've got to be kidding me!? But wait, I can not wallow endlessly into the pits of despair... I am "The mighty and arrogant Patrick/kyuzo-sama" for Allah's sake. Remembering the conversation I had with my dearest friend yesterday, I remembered that it was too late, I am ALREADY wallowing endlessly into the pits of despair. Running around in circles, trapped inside a nightmare loop, having lost my precious intellectual skills, I am simply reduced to a mediciore leper, and nothing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There is no hope? Or is there? Let's try to enumerate the stuff that gives me hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well I did notice that she lifted the "permanently appear invisible to me" status a couple of nights back. She also informed me that she got a new phone (again). I guess you can consider that "positive developments" towards my stubborn feelings BUT this time it's not enough to make me all silly and go ga-ga. Sorry Maria, not this time x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-MA Degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The promise of employment as early as April made me wait out for the chance to pursue this since I wanted to first make sure that it'll fit my schedule. Now look at the date, it's the last week of May. Enrolment and admission is probably over, so I missed the chance to pursue it this year. Do I have to wait another year? But I'm already turning 25, I'm getting too old and time is running out... fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Employment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After looking at the calendar, looks like it's being purposely delayed so I think I'll feel better if I don't think about it for the mean time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Recreative Activities (YUI/Anime/DoTA/PC Games)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Didn't work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;With the exemption of Dickhead and Mika, everyone else seems to be busy with their own lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I therefore conclude that there is no hope, there will never be hope, and I'll be stuck wallowing into the pits of despair for all eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-838629052876099023?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/838629052876099023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=838629052876099023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/838629052876099023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/838629052876099023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-now.html' title='What Now?'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-5980641704416196422</id><published>2008-05-24T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:35:54.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Klutz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Current Mood: Pissed + Dirt Poor&lt;br /&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be someone dependable, admired, looked-up upon and envied. In a way I believe I got what I wanted, but times like this... I'd rather have not got what I wanted. Being always right, reliable and looked-up upon can be a real burden. People ask you for advice or turn to you for problems, trusting your call to be always right. People expect you to handle things properly 100% of the time, without fail. People call upon you for stuff they don't understand and expect you to figure it out for them, right on the spot without exemption. People ask you to get them out of whatever mess or hole they dug themselves because they rely on you. Becoming a hero and all is a good thing.... at first or until reality hits you. People around you gets lazy, carefree, selfish and all, because you give them the right to be. They expect you to redeem them in moments of despair, 100% of the time, without fail. Failure is not an option, and so is public-appeal-for-understanding. And when that failure comes, all the good stuff you did will come crashing down on you. People do not remember good deeds, only the bad ones. People overlook the good stuff, but always notice the rotten ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says being hero is good stuff? Standing out a few years of your life only to live out the rest in despair? You got to be shitting me! I'd rather be the klutz that no one turns to than a hero that works for humanity's measly entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-5980641704416196422?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5980641704416196422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=5980641704416196422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/5980641704416196422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/5980641704416196422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/05/current-mood-pissed-dirt-poor-location.html' title='Klutz'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-3315239747280709070</id><published>2008-05-05T09:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:28:48.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Rawr*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Current Mood: Pissed as Hell&lt;br /&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those moments that I'm so pissed I'd kill anyone within my eye's range of sight, be it friend, foe or an innocent passerby. Blame the forced awakening from my deep slumber + the fact that today's a manic monday + that friggin morning breeze that makes me want to puke in disgust. And to make things worse, irritating-lest-downright-provocating thoughts and memories started to fill my mind and not to mention the turnout of certain events all inline to feed my utter outrage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Like how a certain someone is purposely avoiding me to the point that it isn't "cute" anymore. (no not Maria, this one's a whore)&lt;br /&gt;-The urges to buy stuff for myself for it's been a while since I treated myself&lt;br /&gt;-My alleged work being kept delayed (again)&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing a certain someone's face looking like a magnificent target for weapons of mass destruction&lt;br /&gt;-Being unable to update my Filipino Blog for lack of motivation&lt;br /&gt;-Getting over my procrastination only to find out that everybody else didn't&lt;br /&gt;-The unbearable heat courtesy of our depleted ozone layer&lt;br /&gt;-Finding out that everyone ate at a fastfood last night while leaving me leftovers to feast on&lt;br /&gt;-Noticing my skin condition eating up most of my upper body... fast&lt;br /&gt;-and most notably, a looping musical score playback featuring the nagging voice of my mom as she seeks redemption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to own a deathnote, this'll be a very bad day for humanity coz I'd probably kill each and every prominent religious and political name across the globe, starting with the Pope down to the last Philippine SK Chairman. Since I do not own one, I'd probably just stay away from sharp objects for the mean time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-3315239747280709070?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3315239747280709070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=3315239747280709070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/3315239747280709070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/3315239747280709070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/05/rawr.html' title='*Rawr*'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-4205435707626792983</id><published>2008-03-29T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T03:18:07.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compendium</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Current Mood: Intensified Hotness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This update is a collection of several interesting scenarios that occured prior to me writing this (obviously) so thus let the stories be told...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;-Another Dick, Another Dollar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friend and I were walking along blumentritt a few months back. The time then was around 10-11 at night, and it was raining a bit. We chanced upon two females, probably aged in between their late teens or early twenties, clad in uber short clothing, with cosmetics on their faces, dyed hair, and perfume to match the get-up. As they passed us, my friend and I looked at each other and we both laughed, for we know that those girls are "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;reporting for work&lt;/span&gt;" as meat sellers. My friend said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another day, another dime&lt;/span&gt;" to which I replied with "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another dick, another dollar&lt;/span&gt;" as both of us kept laughing on the way to the jeepney station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;-Stop, Look and Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning I went out to buy viand (more commonly known as ulam) and I happened to see a pretty girl from afar walking towards the direction from where I came from. Even from the distance, I could tell that (no she's not a prostitute, why would a prostitue walk in broad daylight?) she's good looking and looks respectable to boot. The pedicabs travelling alongside her robustly whistles while some even offers gestures as they pass by her. If I were the girl, I'd obviously be offended, but that's not the story here. As both of us are nearing each other, I noticed her looking at me with a... uhm... lustful (just kidding, hehehe), she was looking at me with perplexity written over her face. I wondered as to what's up with that look, then as we finally approached each other face to face I gave her a smile (or more like a grin since I don't know how to smile) then she stopped and called me by my first name. I was susprised as to how she knew me. She  stared at me and asked if I remember her. I replied with a huge question mark drawn on my face. She hit my arms and made a bashful expression while re-introducing herself. She happened to be my sex-slave I mean former schoolmate from way back elementary-highschool. Honestly I still didn't recognize her face but I still gave that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aha! Uy kamusta na?&lt;/span&gt;" response. We chit-chatted for like 5 minutes until we went our separate ways. After I got home, I opened my reminiscencia (I'm a high school newly grad while she was an elementary counterpart) and looked for her until I finally saw her pic. She wasn't that pretty then, heck her looks even ranks as average at most. Time really do wonders. Hehehehe! Instead of spending the rest of the day wondering how she knew me, I simply concluded that I indeed was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; popular during my time. Muwahahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;-Say Goodbye to the Mangoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of my bestfriends, DickHead, is finally saying goodbye to his hell job as a technical call boy. After almost 3 agonizing years in the call center industry, he finally got the job he really wanted. The job deals with computer networking shit, and I mean dipshit kind of shit, that's why he's really estactic about it. I mentioned before in my all-filipino blog that our group (I called Baguio Boys) dreams of building an Ion Cannon and using our alma matters as the principal targets. My previous stint with the PBB haus was a step towards that dream, until i got kicked out... LOL! With him re-learning networking stuff, that serves the second first step (yes second first step) towards the realization of our dream. Little did we know that another step forward will be made soon. I happened to be given a break and will work as a probationary programmer for a bank. If dickhead loves eating networking shit for his daily meals, I on the otherhand loves eating source coded shits. With both of us geared towards our dream profession and freak sponsoring the expenses, the Ion Cannon Project won't be just a dream any longer. After a couple of decades, we'll be toasting our champagne glasses as we watch the first target of our satellite controlled Ion Cannon gets obliterated. We'll all rejoice in unity, holding our glasses high as we shout.. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Say goodbye to the mangoes, Mother Fuckers!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-4205435707626792983?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4205435707626792983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=4205435707626792983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/4205435707626792983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/4205435707626792983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/03/compendium.html' title='Compendium'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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-3658130269357096410.post-8276813250797175133</id><published>2008-03-14T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T03:18:15.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XXX, Amateur Teen Girls, Performance Enhancing Drugs and Devices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Current Mood: wtf!&lt;br /&gt;Location: Hell Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got your attention, hi there. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is I, not your father, but your Icon. The reason you are reading this is because you have a filthy mind and, wanting to cure your curiousity, rummaged through this blog. Well probably either that or you are my fan, wahahaha! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well on to some serious stuff, on the otherhand, let's not make it too serious for new readers might leave. Attention is not an easy thing to get, and it's twice as hard to keep. After thinking of a way to finally get your attention, I'd rather not lose it by muttering boring stuff and the likes. For those who are curious as to wtf is this shit, well it's a blog, my new one. Lately I wanted to write a lot of stuff, but my old blog has too much restrictions that will affect the outcome of my ideas when presented so I decided to make a new one, wherein I can express myself much freely (READ: I am using English words). For my avid readers, don't fret. I'll still update the old one regularly, I just made this because I felt there was a necessesity, and it's good advertisment as well (I hope). Hehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After two senseless paragraphs, let's get down to business (finally!). To those who do not know me, have pity on your souls, oh wait, I'll just introduce myself so there won't be a need to pity them. (muwahahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm kyuzo, friends call me kyuz, closer friends call me Pat (or other terms of endearment), worshipers call me idol, enviers call me lord and ladies call me dear. I'm a good-looking, deceitful, cheap, cunning, ruthless, insensitive twentysomething guy who is more popularly known...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-in Lakandula/Tondo/Divisoria as the lazy son of newly elected Barangay Chairman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-in HCCS is the guy who (too much private info, I'll just make another entry about it sometime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-in PLM is that BSCS guy who is always late but it so good in programming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-in BSCS as fuckboy, leoric, K!ckAss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-in E-tel as Mr. Off-Tangent Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-in Ragnarok as the Character who's constantly looking for that girl and coincidentally pioneered the filipino naming conventions that made him memorable to players he came across with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-in Tempest as that Sawsaw guy (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-in Iris Lounge as that chaste, perverted admin (wtf?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-in Baguio as the DickHead's cousin (but in reality isn't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-in Bioman as Green Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and in several other places as the Supreme, Divine Being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I guess that's it for the introductions. Just stay tuned for I can feel the next installment is just a few days away, so til then... ja ne :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x's&lt;br /&gt;the CSS and other page whatnots will follow when I get the time (READ: Pag sinipag ako)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3658130269357096410-8276813250797175133?l=pagnanasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8276813250797175133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3658130269357096410&amp;postID=8276813250797175133' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/8276813250797175133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658130269357096410/posts/default/8276813250797175133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagnanasa.blogspot.com/2008/03/xxx-amateur-teen-girls-performance.html' title='XXX, Amateur Teen Girls, Performance Enhancing Drugs and Devices'/><author><name>Kyuzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390841852635830216</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></feed>
