<?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-6621665098472260080</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:01:43.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nicotine Narrative</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621665098472260080.post-3017954441916618564</id><published>2010-03-24T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T04:31:45.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four months of missing out what I love doing the most. :) It's like I'm pulling out my writing mojo out from a dusty old box.  Another semester ending just like greased lightning; it is how love flies with time like a jet plane.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing much to say, unnecessary for others to apprehend, I presume. There is just a certain urge bursting out of me begging the whole world to open its ears as I sound off how much I love youhooo! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer Elaine Castro-Lizardo, I don't know what has gotten into me, but all I know is that I'm madly, deeply, and crazily in love with you. I won't give out reasons why I do, 'cause true love is merely an instinct. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD I love you, Jen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-3017954441916618564?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3017954441916618564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=3017954441916618564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/3017954441916618564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/3017954441916618564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2010/03/four-months-of-missing-out-what-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-2054150677337169340</id><published>2009-10-10T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:07:33.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a shame in your part getting mad in a speculative ground. I bet you'll be constantly silent once you find out who are the people behind your roaring confidence. I just love how irony turns the table for retards like you. You wanna get verbal? I'll give you hell until you are sorry. I pity you for your unstable behavior, I wonder how long can you hold your composure. Things like what my friends did to you are just too shallow to get mad about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with your sharp tracking look at me feeling that I would be intimidated? Fuck yourself, I'm too mature to risk my capping/pinning opportunity to respond with an unruly behavior. Tang ina be mature. Wala ka na sa high school. You know I have the guts to say these words 'cause it was not my fault. Di ako mapanggagong tao. I just didn't want to reveal those people. But if that would make you breakdown and be sent to the psychiatric ward, be my guest. Sabihin ko sayo kung sino. That wouldn't be necessary I think. Dito pa lang pahiya ka na eh. Diverted na galit mo. Goodluck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-2054150677337169340?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/2054150677337169340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=2054150677337169340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/2054150677337169340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/2054150677337169340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-shame-in-your-part-getting-mad-in.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-4366459436855574569</id><published>2009-09-01T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T03:05:40.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One fact I would want to drill into that puny brain of yours: I'm not in any sort of rat race with you. How ironic for you to think despair would be looming in my way. Fuck your way of stepping on my shadow and FUCK your opportunities of getting into my business just to impress her. Tang inang pag mumukha yan, baku-bako parang dinaanan ng pison. I hope you'd get the chance to read this as I await the chance of further damaging that dirt-infested nose of yours. Di ako mang-mang para paringgan. You should've been slicker getting the job done. For the record, if I were really into a competition with you, you'd probably be lying down, drunk thinking that you were me as what you did before. Pasalamatan mo pa nga ako tinutulungan pa kita nung una. Tarantado. Tss. N.G.S.B kasi. Retard. Karma ain't done with you yet, boy. With that face of yours you still had the nerve to court to girls at same time? Tang amang yan oh. I wish you won't fail on this one. I'm not being sarcstic 'cause I know what the outcome is anyway. Buy me a bag of chips as I watch you go down, down, in a much earlier round. =)) Ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-4366459436855574569?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4366459436855574569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=4366459436855574569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/4366459436855574569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/4366459436855574569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-fact-i-would-want-to-drill-into.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-5448261887202104803</id><published>2009-06-30T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:20:32.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am, resuming my patterned life. I reckon with everyday as a devaju, wishing I could press fast forward, but then utterly living the fun and different days in line as a student. Nothing in particular I want to say. I'm just being pushed off the plank by my blog itch. Let me at least share some necessary matters: My mom's coming home this December and I'm quite excited about it. She's bringing along Connor, my little brother whom I badly miss as well. :D .....And yeah, we're planning to move somewhere near Makati I think. I wish it'd be the best for the whole family. Quite short, eh? It gives a dramatic sense to end my story as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urge fulfilled. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-5448261887202104803?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/5448261887202104803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=5448261887202104803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/5448261887202104803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/5448261887202104803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-i-am-resuming-my-patterned-life.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-1501520375515569894</id><published>2009-05-25T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:26:28.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pete and I were having a little chat and then he randomly opened up a topic concerning Sasha Grey (a quite young, yet well-known porn star). Likewise, he shared a youtube video of Sasha wherein she appeared as an interviewee on Tyra Banks' talk show. I'm completely aware of the things going on in the porn industry, though having someone who does the real "job" reveal and affirm what you think leads to a sad and obviously, a shocking epiphany. I guess being the judge of what she does for a living, which is non of anyone's business, buries you under disturbing, circling thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into porn like many boys around my age with raging testosterone levels. It's just that when you have this kind of moment (grasping beyond the effects of pornography), the mere point to ponder (even if it's quite "bothering" in the contrary) is that promotion of dehumanization is being uplifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great respect for girls who are deserving of it. I just hate how other people conclude with hasty generalizations (that sounded a bit tautological xD). Yeah sure Sasha is a young porn star who can earn money even if she hasn't been hooked up with pornograpy. She said it herself, it is merely what she wants to do for a living. I speak on behalf of other women getting into this kind of thing. Not all of them wholeheartedly accepted the path of pornography or should I say, dehumanization? Some may be in desperate need of money, but I won't eliminate the fact that some also are just in for pleasure or they are just sickly plagued by their narcistic nature. If the opposing question, "so why do other women not quit after earning money to start a new life?" comes to your mind, it's probably because they have started the journey and that nothing can change their past. The process of dehumanization has started anyway, at least they could earn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooo. xD Sorry. I just pity those whose dignity were taken away. I don't blame them, they actually give me pleasure. HAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the eve of my birthday's eve. Haberday bukas Peter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-1501520375515569894?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1501520375515569894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=1501520375515569894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/1501520375515569894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/1501520375515569894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2009/05/pete-and-i-were-having-little-chat-and.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-1216697688301762951</id><published>2009-05-03T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:51:37.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being in the middle of a misapprehended jive feels worse than being the culprit. I have delved into a deep hole of anger bearing the ironic feeling of NOT having these two persons buried twelve feet under. Even if the devil got upright on their shoulders, they are my friends and I would never fail to be on their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the joke was not played on a person who has low self-esteem, things would not have gotten far worse than expected. I feel how traumatic the incident was being in our helper's shoes. What pisses me off though, is the fact that she gets acquainted with my friends every time I host a sleep over. By the same token, this was not the first time my friends and I got into drinking at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us to be logical, let's bear in my mind these facts before I narrate what happened:&lt;br /&gt;(P and V VS Ate maid) *Me at # 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. P and V often joke about ate, but for real, they are disgusted to even imagine either one of them having sex with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. As said earlier, ate knows them and how they act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FUCK -_-" As said by my tita, whom eventually ate told the incident to, it was her VIRGINITY that was threatened. OH GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I believe seeing something is a better proof. Ate only heard their provocative jokes. She was inside the master's bedroom trying to push back the door as she thought they were planning to barge their way inside. How could she be so sure about them attempting to rape her? I can't even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I was too sedate so I fell asleep. I was unconscious when the incident happened. Okay I maybe elevating the innocence of one side, but again they are my friends. I know how they act when drunk. It's far from their scope of kagaguhan to touch a katulong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's proceed to what happened. I was asleep, I didn't know what was happening. How tautological. P and V went upstairs to give ate a May 1 fool's day. They were banging the door while shouting foul statements. Ate thought they were desperate to fuck her brains out so she brought a knife with her (safety first). P and V gave her a huge feeling of fright going on with their prank. Ate had enough and pierced through a small space under the door with her kitchen knife to scare them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhd I thank Rocky for calling them. Ate thought it was my tito's voice who was calling their attention so she had the confidence to open the fucking door making P and V to rush back to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my theory. P and V knew it was Rocky's voice who called their attention. Plus, it was said in a teasing tone! Ate thought it was some sort of a rescue but it was not. So that means, if P and V were really desperate to give her one hell of a night, they would have gone inside the room and started fucking her! To think that it was even ate who made them run back to my room as she opened the door marks a conclusion that it was really a joke. C'mon. My friends being desperate to bone a maid? I bet they would even resort to fuck each other. She can bring along her virginity to her grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being on the side of my friends, I'm really sorry for what happened. I hope it was really a joke matched with the devil's spirit. I just feel pushed off the edge because of my dad's hasty generalization. Yes it's a fallacy. Even if I hang out often with my barkada there is still a distinct quality of behavior running in our friendship and of course, in each one of us. I would never engage in such a disgusting act and everybody knows how I behave in a different setting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-1216697688301762951?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1216697688301762951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=1216697688301762951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/1216697688301762951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/1216697688301762951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-in-middle-of-misapprehended-jive.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-2588832179466338774</id><published>2009-04-14T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:02:28.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching Dr. Phil probably an hour ago and I was just shocked as I witnessed the things going on in the show. Basically, the argument was between a soon to be bride and her hopefully accepted although would be technically and of course officially  mother-in-law. The dilemma was about the girl banning her betrothed's mother from their wedding. Although the girl was pretty hot, I would stand for her mother-in-law's side. As how I see the case, the root of all of these fall-outs is resentment or misapprehension. They were both wrong for verbally fighting back and forth through e-mails and text messages. The mother was just a bit pushy of her role, arranging the wedding at first and stuff like that until they enganged into a small quarrel. I understand how the girl would really get pissed off, but verbally abusing someone is like taking away his/her dignity. My dear, when it's your time to be the mother-in-law you will surely be feeling guilty. Moving on,  the mother had every right to answer back. After Dr. Phil read out some of the quoted statements both parties have thrown out to each other, the more settled person (the mother of course) reacted with words that were noticeably reasonable and with more composure as she explained why her grudge blew out as worse intentions (as words)  over her son's fiance. She stood up for what she said for she knew it was the truth. I got excited when I saw the girl trembling inside because of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my perspective, bitch, you should've been a bit more understanding and less aggressive. You started the fight and even if the dilemma has not claimed a winning conclusion YET, I see it as your loss. With all due respect, your boyfriend's mom has every right to continue her role. It does not change anything but it's only a transition of her role as a mom. You have made your boyfriend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hate his own mom, &lt;/span&gt;the one who has &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAISED&lt;/span&gt; him.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your devastation backfired as it became the cause of your shame. I may be a bit bias conveying my point of view. You won't get the chance to read this anyway. I just want this to be made known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-2588832179466338774?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/2588832179466338774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=2588832179466338774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/2588832179466338774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/2588832179466338774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-watching-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-3599888656247326004</id><published>2009-03-26T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:38:48.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I say anything imbecilic, save your consolidated shame for my urge to blog. I just went through some blog sites then as a usual routine, I make my own post even I do not really have anything to share after reading some. Looking at it positively though,  at least I have found something that could actually pull me out from my idleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here's a "hot" topic, Summer. Plainly, Summer without the word vacation. I'm not feeling disappointed at all 'cause covering up units, specially the "unnecessary ones" or minors (xD) over the Summer means a proceeding school year with a loose schedule. I hope things would go according to how I see 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like everything's done for this semester, although I'm not yet through with my other exams. Anatomy turned out to be my "beloved" subject so probably I'll pass. And yeah Biochemistry which is first in line before taking Anatomy would probably be a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure, I won't be spiritless this Summer. Yihee. xD dot dot dot... How I perceive life is getting pretty weird. As weird as the etched words in every Yan-Yan wafer stick. Duuuude, is this a sign of maturity or a product of inspiration? Gahh. Let's get high and have an epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urge gratified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayt. Peace menk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-3599888656247326004?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3599888656247326004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=3599888656247326004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/3599888656247326004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/3599888656247326004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2009/03/before-i-say-anything-imbecilic-save.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-5121612744413181951</id><published>2009-02-16T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:40:18.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Casimiro. Every time I think about this guy, I remember Stephen Fowler from wife swap. I know both of them are from of high education, but that does not give them the damn right to look down at people. Fuck his ego. You're not the greatest person living in this world, you twisted pervert who smells like a rotten cadaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron pang isa. I know that you probably know that I know what you already know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puhh-lease. Don't even try. I feel a deep sense of shame for what you're doing. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Post Post Sawi's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-5121612744413181951?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/5121612744413181951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=5121612744413181951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/5121612744413181951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/5121612744413181951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2009/02/casimiro.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-8546908782202239837</id><published>2009-01-27T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T04:23:14.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There were two reasons why I wanted to study in UST, the fact that 80% of my buddies are there which makes the school itself my comfort zone, and the freedom of hairstyle. But for a confession that has to be made, I'm starting to like FEU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a point before where I resented everything and everyone involved in the institution. Rising to the occassion was not a piece of cake for me. Enumerating everything on my bitter list though would take a decade and even saying a couple feels like I'm being haunted by my guilt. Moving on, thank the prime mover for my new friends. Even if I'm having deadlocks on catching high grades, at least they're there to drag their arses across to Ellen's  (not Ellen's ass, it's a place) and grabe a bottle of booze with me. It's quite amusing though 'cause even if they act like mischevous retards, they never fail to comply with work. Well except for NSTP, even half of the class including our president who's actually SUN would not give a damn about attending class and take off instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerning my future, I'm still searching for my spotlight. If I will be heedless about what to take up, I might as well end up as a nurse and take up Medicine if the possibilities are on a relevantly high stake. Nursing is actually fun but it takes not only an effort of studying, it requires the whole "YOU" aspect. And I believe this is pretty much applicable to all courses 'cause what you're taking now would probably be your reflected profession. I don't know if you're experiencing diffuculties in your studies, but as a friendly advice, keep looking forward only looking back to what went wrong to your falsely inspired starting momentum. And don't ever attempt to think about why you have to live. It's suicidal on a minor red alert. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-8546908782202239837?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/8546908782202239837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=8546908782202239837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/8546908782202239837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/8546908782202239837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-were-two-reasons-why-i-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-7465275672120285574</id><published>2009-01-09T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:00:38.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confusing it may seem when you're caught up in "sedate" situation when all thoughts running in your mind are given a chance to shout and when it is made known, (as a factual happening) the victim is stuck with two perspectives, either one is just being concerned with another or his hidden grudge is finally breaking out from its shell. For the sake of extra-curricular-ity and my wanting to include it, when the momentum has been unconsciously started for a random teammate,  he now takes advantage and start screwing another teammate which is not usual. And for the record, I was and I think I'm still in the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as you love your friends, there are really times you feel pushed off the edge, slightly knocking down your composure. We can't blame them for simply being them 'cause we all have our differences and unlikeable egoes. Well I'm a jerk. I'll tell you something you don't know the next time xDDDDD So just strive for what's worth it. And when I say something worth it (at least for this particular entry), this means not breaking up friendships doing whatever it may take. That's what I've been doing. Even if I get pissed off, out of partiality for my friends, I get back up to join the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish my pre-nuked year won't end up nuked still. I must confess, yes I'm in love with my own sins. Not the idea that I love the girls whom I sleep with (I'm still "pure" as you know) but inferring to the idea that I've made the same mistake...again.....again. Don't get me wrong, hurting someone is not my thing. I just wanted to use the expression since it's my unfaltering deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All who are included here, I just want you guys to hear out my apology. I've been a jerk all my life and I can never commit as it is my curse. I hope someday, I'll be the one feeling afflicted just to refresh my past lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-7465275672120285574?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7465275672120285574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=7465275672120285574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/7465275672120285574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/7465275672120285574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2009/01/confusing-it-may-seem-when-youre-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-2993569283312271889</id><published>2008-11-26T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:18:10.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having an inquisitive mind is a sign of high intelligence, as they say. But in my own opinion derived from experience, having numerous curiosly negative thoughts running in your mind is a simple, gradual way of demolishing your academic interest. But this is only one of the many probable reasons why I have been getting low scores particularly in Anatomy. Encountering an intricate topic for example, my mind would not focus wholly as it should upon having a mindset of "I should only know what I need to know". No doubt when practical examinations come, I get scores that would fall under the category of imbeciles. It's being practical saving some brain space (not at all xD), but missing out too much is being otherwise; Concluding to the thought that I may not know what is really important. I'm not sure if this is one type of sour-graping mechanism, but for a fact, it's not helping me at all. I wish someone would push me off this bed of question marks and make me realize before getting to "cach-ing" world, I have to work my ass off, no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shifting is not considred as an option anymore since my mom doesn't want me to do so unless I would instead take up med tech. It's worth a try but risky enough once the ADHD kid losses interest. As a fact, all the reasons why I'm being like Humpty Dumpty are opaquely visible, but the wrinkled dude up there sees everything trasparently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-2993569283312271889?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/2993569283312271889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=2993569283312271889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/2993569283312271889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/2993569283312271889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2008/11/having-inquisitive-mind-is-sign-of-high.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-3715672677735840636</id><published>2008-11-16T23:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:47:50.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had one hell of a weekend recently. Needless to say, spending time with your friends compensates well enough after a week of "madugong" classes. For the second time, I got swung off into the pool. But it wasn't the same as the first time, which was more diverting (you know what I mean /gg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora's box kicked in as we had a little chit chat with Mar's parents. The reason behind Mar's puzzling personality was slowly revealed as we talked to them. His mom was totally like a teenager dancing and singing along with songs most parents wouldn't appreciate. Even Gary Lim was there with his stories about his high school life. Apparently, he was boozed up, but all he said considering that they were unbelievably disgusting were true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just amazed about the fact that there are existing people standing out and being cool even if it's unusual for them to act as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to reality, I'm having another return demonstration this Wednesday. So far I'm done with HAND WASHING. As simple as it may sound, believe me, you have to memorize fifteen procedures continuing with another fifteen corresponding rationales for you to prove that your hands are 99.9% sanitary. I just keep my fingers crossed that they will never give us pre-pop quizzes. Ironically, I'm surprised at the same time proud of myself for dealing with my studies more maturely. Sige alis na me. Aral mode. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-3715672677735840636?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3715672677735840636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=3715672677735840636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/3715672677735840636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/3715672677735840636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-had-one-hell-of-weekend-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-8219837254227874032</id><published>2008-10-31T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:10:42.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this point, my aspiration of being a Doctor is totally diverted into being a business dude. Gosh, once you've seen Sherwin's resort-like hacienda built with a mini zoo and a whole lot more, with mouths widely open in shock, you'd never want to go back home. I swear, he doesn't have to worry about his future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the main attraction/s were the gigantic single man-made Dinosaurs. YES, it's with an S.  Simply looking how big the land was and imagining the millions of stuff you could build there as the construction went on (and still goes on), it is surprisingly enough. Metaphorically describing the feeling, it was similar to winning a million in WOWOWEE and having a slice of blue berry cheesecake at the same time. Too bad we only had a day to stay, but I'm grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, it's pretty cool that even they're really rich, they keep it simple and discreet. I mean, modesty is always present in them. But let me describe you how rich they are. Uhuh-ahem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have two refrigerators overflowing with food groceries from S n R. Most of us know that you have to avail the membership just to enter the store. His dad sell skid tiles and authentic stones chuvers. xD They have twenty trucks well at least that's how many he estimated, but I bet there's twenty more. =)) By the way, the company his dad is running is named after Sherwin's initials, SMV. Okay this might make you fall of your computer chair, but they own a 10-hectare land in Bulacan. Imagine how big that is. A single person can't traverse the whole land in day as his dad said. It's merely like Disneyland. His dad pays more than a hundred workers with a wage of 400 paysose. The place will even take such a long time to the point that Sherwin will be the one running it to be finished. WEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I just wrote is way too short to describe how the place looks like. Wala pa tulog ng maayos eh sorry. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just check out the photos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, one the dinosaurs was this big:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7n87PiLX5bs/SQsNN-HGZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5aowVXOJLPk/s1600-h/DSC03429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7n87PiLX5bs/SQsNN-HGZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5aowVXOJLPk/s400/DSC03429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263315123174795090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And was "that" tall =)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7n87PiLX5bs/SQsNvPNr4vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/b4wnyGDP268/s1600-h/DSC03453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7n87PiLX5bs/SQsNvPNr4vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/b4wnyGDP268/s400/DSC03453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263315694701503218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only an idiot will leave Sherwin :D But it's a different case when it comes to  his present grrfriend xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-8219837254227874032?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/8219837254227874032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=8219837254227874032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/8219837254227874032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/8219837254227874032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-this-point-my-aspiration-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7n87PiLX5bs/SQsNN-HGZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5aowVXOJLPk/s72-c/DSC03429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621665098472260080.post-1359448942426293734</id><published>2008-10-21T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:12:39.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So let's start off with a very irrelevant yet compelling question. Whenever I check out my Friendster account I take a quick GLIMPSE at the bulletin side 'cause I don't usually care about those crap posted there. Out of curiosity, I clicked on one of those random posts with  sets of questions that would make you think like "Man can this get any crappier?"  (Well, that is not my real question) So like, do you just post those dumb random questions with your "oh wow" answers just to show how impressive your answers are? xD It's not that I'm against the weird deed, it just seems..... POINTLESS. xD As far as you are affected, don't get mad. It's my opinion. You may say it's none of my business, but it's none of your business as well to judge my judgement. =)) Acting like Doctor House is my new ego. Sorry, I can't help it. Ironically even if he acts in such a way, it's one of my concrete motivations to finish med school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well speaking of which, I'm glad that I've finished my first semester without getting a grade lower than 2.75. But the bad part is, that 2.75 grade of mine is my grade in Theories and Foundations in Nursing or notoriously known as TFN  which considerably from the subject name itself, it is one of my major subjects. I keep projecting the fact that I didn't have the right book until finals came which seems to be a reasonable blaming stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised with my grade in Filipino. I thought I'd get a grade not higher than 79, though miraculously, I even got a grade of (drum roll please) ........ 89! Who the hell would've thought there was a possibility of getting that kind of grade after having two consecutive null quizzes followed by a very low one? I didn't even get a passing grade in recitation. Our professor surely gave us hell during midterms. @_@ Perhaps the effort we showed during the finals paid off  kazillion fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having a road trip to Bulacan this coming Tuesday. It's gonna be us 9tikols =)) BANDONG. Three days of uninterrupted fun. Getting boozed up, hanging around, or in short, doing what we usually do. I can't wait. I wish weekly breaks come often in college. I get less pimple when I stay at home or when I avoid those smoke belching sons of bitches. =)) It's a good thing Ralph's there to give us a ride almost every time. Wow, reading through those questions made me post another one. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see ya guys. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-1359448942426293734?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1359448942426293734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=1359448942426293734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/1359448942426293734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/1359448942426293734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-lets-start-off-with-very-irrelevant.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-8592645858830832831</id><published>2008-09-25T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T03:59:27.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought it was best of seven games. @_@ Tard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-8592645858830832831?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/8592645858830832831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=8592645858830832831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/8592645858830832831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/8592645858830832831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-thought-it-was-best-of-seven-games.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-6894497919060053209</id><published>2008-09-25T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:54:51.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dugong Bughaw. If you're an Ateneo basketball fan or at the same hand, a bitter FEU supporter, better start the party right away. Apparently, Ateneo has total control over this interminable rivalry. I don't believe in karma, but with what my friends had said before, "benta naman laro ng La Salle sa FEU", perhaps a landslide win over La Salle would compensate somehow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Salle and FEU obviously carry the same color, but when we're already talking about objectivity...... I won't judge. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-6894497919060053209?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6894497919060053209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=6894497919060053209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/6894497919060053209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/6894497919060053209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2008/09/dugong-bughaw.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-4998689846583012917</id><published>2008-09-23T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:20:06.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>For the sake of clearing things out and to throw some points to whoever tagged out those alarming messages I've received recently, MY GOD. I don't have any intention of COURTING her. I still have my sense of consideration even if I stated in my last post that I'm "EMOTIONALLY RETARDED" Even the idea of courting someone who's in a relationship would never tempt me. Hell no. Plus the fact that I just broke up with you know a couple of months ago. So puhh-lease. I don't want new issues arising from a miscomprehended post. It's just simply infatuation, or in a lower degree of meaning, crush. My gosh. CRUSH LANG PO. So don't make it seem like a big issue. Giving out comments like that would probably be the factor of what you're afraid of happening. I mean, if that is your REAL intention. About that "HI" thing, ugh this is perhaps the reason why =) misinterpreted it. To summarize the story, we accidentally got into text messaging the Friday before her birthday. Well of course,  at least in my case, once you have been text messaging each other, I would expect that we are already friends, right? Then came Monday I was heading home when I saw her. I was about to wave at her but seemingly, yes she was looking at me for a second, (continue that but) just passed through the half opened door. Diba? So considering that I have a crush on her, with what happened, I felt depressed initiating myself just to write out what I feel to avoid repression. And of course, feeling depressed I couldn't avoid expressing myself in a way that it seemed like I was expecting too much from her. So case closed. &gt;.&gt; I'm not mad. I shouldn't be. I am just surprised and tired of thinking who would tag out those messages. You can always approach me, whoever you are. I'm sorry if you're really affected by this. But I'm just balancing the "sides" of the people involved here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-4998689846583012917?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4998689846583012917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=4998689846583012917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/4998689846583012917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/4998689846583012917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-3784602402441658547</id><published>2008-09-21T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:37:15.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still can't imagine how one simple expected "hi" which turned out to be seemingly just an ignoring glimpse would put me down to total depression. It got me under a mild case of paranoia thinking about the reason which perhaps this has happened because of the mere fact that I did a lot of doltish deeds when I got drunk last Saturday. If I'd point out what particular event happened, hell, it would be too  obvious whom I am writing this shallow as-if-it's-the-end-of-the-world-for-me post to. Pretty much I guess, with the signs slapping me to reality, they're probably telling me, "Boy, this ain't your turn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite ironic and funny at the same time knowing that there's a part of me who/which wants to keep this feeling of sympathy. Tang ina di ako emo ah. Wala lang. Probably feeling sad brings out inferences to others that there's a big manifestation when looking up to the clouds spelling out Ehhs Ohh Ehhs (SOS). I'm confused about this dilemma, yet certain that I don't stand a chance. Hay. I wish she'd bother to read this. HAHA. Sige. I'm sorry. @__@ KASI I'm emotionally retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-3784602402441658547?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3784602402441658547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=3784602402441658547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/3784602402441658547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/3784602402441658547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-still-cant-imagine-how-one-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-40357393892552519</id><published>2008-09-04T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:35:17.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How bad would you feel if your family suspects you of skipping school? CONSIDERING NURSING  wasn't my choice initially and the fact that I'm actually doing well in my class having no failing  grades @_@ somehow YES I've been acting like a rebel lately but damn it, they shouldn't even bother to wonder. Can't they be a bit more rational? I'm absolutely sure that they know how far school is from our house. YES LOLA, MY SCHOOL IS BARELY TWO FCKIN MILES AWAY FROM HOME. A mile and 3/4 to be approximate. AND YES AGAIN, I GET OFF FROM SCHOOL EARLY AS I HAVE SAID BEFORE. Moreover, I feel like a Johnny-come-lately person towards my "college friends" to the point that I rarely hang around with them. So now those statements now lead to a clear inference of why I'm in front of my computer everyday as early as they sit their asses/assess? (I don't now how to spell ass in plural form) down to their couches to watch TV (it's a self-made idiom meaning to do what they enjoy most without limitations). If only they perceive everything that goes on in my my life positively, they would've concluded something out without hurting someone or misjudging something. For the record, I got 98% in my math exams during midterms. We all know that I'm worse than an average Joe in math. So puh-lease. As what Panic At The Disco wrote in I Write Sins Not Tragedies, with the sense of poise and rationality. About the poise thing, ignore it. It's not as significant as rationality. But the point is, please be rational enough to get behind whatever you claim. As embarrassing as it may sound, quit treating me like a baby, I'm almost 18. 18 means freedom *__* It is what it is so get used to it. WELL, I really wish that after this school year, UST would give me a new source of motivation. I'll probably be spending more hours at school. AWAY FROM MY FAMILY, specifically from my dad and lola. (MOM, I know that there's no fcukin' way that you're reading this. Hell it's impossible. But if you are, I'm sorry and you're not included in this JIHAD-like situation) Now if I get accepted in UST and you guys see me doing what I usually do on school days, I won't complain even if you nag all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-40357393892552519?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/40357393892552519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=40357393892552519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/40357393892552519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/40357393892552519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-bad-would-you-feel-if-your-family.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-698386914864770389</id><published>2008-08-14T04:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T05:14:03.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although I've been planning to move to UST for a month already, I'm having a pleasant time studying at FEU. YES. Despite the fact that I've finally realized that nursing is not the matching course for me, thank God for I still have the heedfulness to pursue at least a year. It's pretty funny though 'cause almost all of my professors have different  laughable personalities considering that they're not trying. Well apparently, it's their nature.  So I have this stuck-up professor in Filipino who sometimes gets really vexatious. I mean who the hell would dare to speak in English if she talks worse than Anabel Rama? "YOU ARE NOT BELONG HERE" :| xD  yeah I'm not stabbing her back though. It's like getting equal since (it'll sound a bit contrasting) I had two of my fckin' quizzes in Filipino failed. As in 0. And earlier this day,  I got 70% in my recitation. See it's all fcuked up already. We'll let's keep our fingers crossed and hope I'll can compensate by having a high grade in my Fil exam. It made me feel a bit apprehensive since it can DESTROY my munting hope of transferring to UST. Weehew. Moreover, subliminally, I want to mark in her mind that hell, I won't give her a chance of failing me in Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, everything's great. I love my Chemistry subject and of course, English. If I'm consistent in my Chem grade, as what my professor told me, I'll no longer take my exam during finals. :D A big yay for me. So that's probably all. Sorry if my blog comeback seems a bit negative xD I'm just startled with what is happening to me. Partly, it's my fault anyway. I just wanna get back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINTAYIN NIYO AKO SA UST AMP. I haven't decided yet whether I'm gonna take up psychology or communication arts. AND YES. I will really appreciate it if you'd give me an advice regarding this matter. It's pretty vague you know. Okay. WOAH. Finally, a new post. :D gotta go. Buh-bye. xD AHUSAUSASUASUASUA -Tawa ng mga BR sa RO xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-698386914864770389?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/698386914864770389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=698386914864770389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/698386914864770389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/698386914864770389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2008/08/although-ive-been-planning-to-move-to.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-8688974548567350980</id><published>2007-12-20T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T04:51:14.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well PARTLY, everything seems to be fine now. But the fact that someone gets hurt in return feels soooo wrong. Yeah it's pretty vague. Wala lang . Just an update. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-8688974548567350980?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/8688974548567350980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=8688974548567350980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/8688974548567350980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/8688974548567350980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-partly-everything-seems-to-be-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-8600437221211272256</id><published>2007-12-14T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T05:56:16.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess Mr. Brightside is the biggest pessimist in this planet. I've tried everything to be more optimistic, but how can I keep my momentum going if everyday there's a pile of bullshit waiting to heckle me off? @.@  It would be really embarrassing if I'd share my rambling thoughts with her and I'm tired with the old "aww sorry it won't happen again" system for it's just another cliche. I hate the fact that even without settling our problems, we'd act like nothing happened after. I mean moving on when you're around seems to be a piece of cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope you're getting my point &gt;.&gt; I'm not planning to do something about this. No, it's not "pataasan ng pride"I just want you to pan out something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever you didn't get my point, you know what it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Jealous.. Ohh silly me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-8600437221211272256?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/8600437221211272256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=8600437221211272256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/8600437221211272256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/8600437221211272256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-guess-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-2087041878923384590</id><published>2007-11-22T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T04:41:25.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&gt;</title><content type='html'>Ohh God. Can I blame HIM for all the dumps I’ve been sucking up all my life? Before I go any further, don't let my words give you the idea that I blashpeme God (or even assume); I still got religion &gt;.&gt; Well........ I just feel so damned and baffled that all of the negative upshots I get, clash me off so badly. I've regreted my childhood, and now as a teenager, pah-lease.. Impel my mind to shift my ground and renew my sentiments. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't how to end this post, though I barely disclosed half of the reasons I've got in mind.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that one day, I'll get up from bed feeling completely positive and rationally keen. This is too much I guess. &gt;.&gt; Back off Satan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-2087041878923384590?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/2087041878923384590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=2087041878923384590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/2087041878923384590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/2087041878923384590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='&gt;.&gt;'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-2109649664792782761</id><published>2007-11-19T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T02:43:23.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connor!</title><content type='html'>This is reaheaheally serious. &gt;.&gt; Kit and Eira were like fighting about my little brother's photos. You dirty stalkers! You haven't even met him before. In addition to that, Eira is actually making a website exclusively for him (weirdo &gt;.&gt;). More like a fan website, I guess. Pahh-lease I'll give you all the time to go crazy about him by the time you meet him :)) well you can't assume that he's a brat, though sometimes he gets a bit annoying. As for kit, I don't know if you're over reacting, I mean who am I to keep you from going bananas over my brother, though it's kinda disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam are up next week. I have this far out feeling as if our tests next week will be a piece of cake. Wuhoo. It's either I'm confident enough or I'm selling it things up shortly. Well I'm still gonna study anyway. Good luck everyone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit and Eira, go easy on that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you S.L.O.B. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-2109649664792782761?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/2109649664792782761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=2109649664792782761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/2109649664792782761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/2109649664792782761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/11/connor.html' title='Connor!'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-8459621847002932638</id><published>2007-11-06T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T05:03:56.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haberday Geeno. Thanks sa tag mo saken, even though you used my name. :D eto yun (Read it from bottom to top):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-hurt: sure kilala mo nman cguro...kung cnu ako@__@ wala lang.sorry&lt;br /&gt;4 Nov 07, 10:09 K-hurt: presence dude..presence lang&lt;br /&gt;4 Nov 07, 10:07 K-hurt: seryoso kameng barkada mo ang sagot dyan..we'll give you the happiness na hindi mo mararamdaman sa ibang tao..nakayang kumalimot ng anuman problema mo sa buhay@_____@ grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;4 Nov 07, 10:05K-hurt: tsk. tsk.. wala lang na feel ko lang post mo..amf na feel ko lang na iniikot mo attention sa isang tao..sus sana ma gets mo agad point ko..sa ganyang bagay na problema..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really changing, eh? YOOHR GOOHD MAHNN. Thanks. Wala lang. BB :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-8459621847002932638?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/8459621847002932638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=8459621847002932638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/8459621847002932638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/8459621847002932638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/11/haberday-geeno.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-5253202036524606598</id><published>2007-11-03T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T09:45:01.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Err.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like being heavily enraged inside? I seriously don't know what the fuck is wrong with me and I've been irrational for the past few days. It's breaking my heart. &gt;.&gt; Hell &gt;.&gt;, I'm putting all the blame on my bewildered mind. I guess, in this case, I'm really hopeless. I feel abused and I'm tired of being compassionate to others. I've gotta balance my attention and pace with what I really want to happen from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't cope up with this frustration so it's better if I would care less instead. My feelings have been antagonized without any chance of fighting back. I hate to accept the fact that, although after how many days, I'll be fine again, once this feeling comes back, I would DEFINITELY start regretting as my anger intensifies for accepting what I had given my patience to and for being considerate again. Anger, misery hmm what the fuck is the difference. As long as I know how to express it I can sustain myself. Gahd, it's really hard to accept how ironic my life is. These embattled thoughts keep me from being focused. &gt;.&gt; ohh hell... Although these unusual feelings are killing me, I still feel lucky for having this certain girl on my side. Thank God for Mariel &gt;.&gt; what a closing statement. It takes one SPECIAL girl just to keep me back on track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-5253202036524606598?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/5253202036524606598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=5253202036524606598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/5253202036524606598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/5253202036524606598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/11/err.html' title='Err.'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-3012301475696171961</id><published>2007-10-29T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T09:11:13.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ughh.. Finally, I have the motivation to make a new post. :D So we had our last field trip last Friday and man, that was totally satisfying. I had more than 10 rides in total, though getting separated from the other class (4B), it ruined our day. Err or probably it ruined ONLY mine.&lt;br /&gt;Well it turned out pretty okay anyway. We were shouting at the 2nd year people like hell, annoying them even if they were just simply having some chit chat with one another.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah so that's probably it. Hell, it's quite tiring for me to elaborate every detail of the trip. But wait, there's more! Fuck that shoot out thing in EK. Imagine, I spent 120 pesos just to get that little stuffed toy. Well it's my fault though, wanting to get that prize for my L.O.B. the hard way. I could've bought one instead. Ayy turned out pala na I didn't get the prize. lala and ohh, the influence of other people to cut in line made me feel cruddy inside after telling the guy behind Kalbak's  group that I was with them. Again, because of my apathetic attitude, I had to lie and take advantage to get through. Damn it feels good! Joke lang :D haha Sherwin! Salamat sa Smackdown Vs. Raw na  bala :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gravy! We are currently having our sem break which is only ONE week with A LOT of projects to accomplish. So basically, why the hell would they call this a break? &gt;.&gt; gimme a break, a real one. Haha. OA ampf. Di, it's okay. I'm just lazy enough to do our project in ECO. But still, It's like drinking medicine without any rest &gt;.&gt; Useless. Hahah Hanep sa example. Well I hope you get my point, sounds irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhaaaa, having less sleep these days, my pimples won't go away. I even have new ones! Noooooooooooo. My lifestyle is so ironic compared to the normal one I should be settling on &gt;.&gt; wuhoo. uhhhh. So there you go haha.. I'm really craving for OREO. (If you know what I mean) :D. yeah, I totally miss her. &gt;.&gt; see you guys after this displeasing downtime. I'm out. Lay-tah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-3012301475696171961?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3012301475696171961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=3012301475696171961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/3012301475696171961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/3012301475696171961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/10/ughh.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-3818212863542371788</id><published>2007-10-07T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:16:01.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wuhoo</title><content type='html'>Okay since I have nothing to say anyway, I've decided to post my math project. Soo, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I less than three you. (&lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are destined lovers like points given in the x and y-axis,&lt;br /&gt;I desperately hope that fate would grant us our infinite chances&lt;br /&gt;Love is the dominant x-factor in undying relationships,&lt;br /&gt;And it is the missing variable that will satisfy my anticipating lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life used to be as hopeless as zero,&lt;br /&gt;I almost got to the point where I have decided to be an EMO.&lt;br /&gt;But happiness constantly overpowered my misery,&lt;br /&gt;For our mutual feelings have grown exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my aspirations have made a sum of success,&lt;br /&gt;Girl, without you my life would be a total mess.&lt;br /&gt;How lucky am I living this once, imaginary thought,&lt;br /&gt;Now it has become more than a serious ought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven more months then high school is through,&lt;br /&gt;But the power of true love can still make it ME+YOU&lt;br /&gt;Everything would be straight and positively low&lt;br /&gt;As I say, I love you, Oreo don’t ever let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds crappish, but it'll do @.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-3818212863542371788?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3818212863542371788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=3818212863542371788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/3818212863542371788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/3818212863542371788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/10/wuhoo.html' title='Wuhoo'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-5036319588000037239</id><published>2007-10-01T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T05:27:34.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Oreo :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-5036319588000037239?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/5036319588000037239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=5036319588000037239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/5036319588000037239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/5036319588000037239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-oreo-d.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-4702537560771246809</id><published>2007-09-21T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T22:53:34.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was HELLA FUN @.@ Seeing FOB performing live was really different. If only I could stop time. Call me crazy, but Pete Wentz was really looking at me. How could he not notice me if I was jumping and shouting all throughout the concert? Too bad during the first song the stage light was blocking Patrick's face. Gahh. Joe was awesome as well. Andy.. He was really good I swear. Though he was literally half naked. I can't imagine how he can manage to play the drum pedal with his BAREFOOT. Yeahp. Definitely no shirt and socks. Overalls lang. That's what makes him unique among the boys. Gahh Pete was hugging the mike the whole time. Well he's in the driver's seat, no one could argue with that. @.@ but duh, at least, he could've given Patrick a chance to talk. IDK why they love spitting. Is it because they see a lot of "FUCKING FILIPINOS" here spitting anywhere? I would catch Pete's spit if he asked me to do so. Gahh. I saw Pete's butt crack BTW. @.@ Haha. The concert really drained all my energy out. Sweeeeeeeeeeeet. I will never forget that event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayy.. As they were singing the chorus of "MEEE+YOUU", we glanced at each other then I pointed at her while Patrick was singing the "youuuu" part. Gahd what really surprised me was, she had the same thing in mind. Uhuh. We both did it. Damn. :D :D :D :D That was quite spontaneous, eh? AYLAVIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. Thank God for Fall out Boy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OREO~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-4702537560771246809?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4702537560771246809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=4702537560771246809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/4702537560771246809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/4702537560771246809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-night-was-hella-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-2793380837309297911</id><published>2007-09-20T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T04:29:51.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yehess!! At last! Finally! After waiting for 2 bloody months, FOB is here. I have had waited for this thing to come true. I can't explain how happy I am to see them perform live! Gahh. Fall Out Boy. Imagine that. Life couldn't get better :D Oreo~~~~~~ I'm gonna be sitting right next to her BTW :D wuhoo. Laytah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-2793380837309297911?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/2793380837309297911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=2793380837309297911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/2793380837309297911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/2793380837309297911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/09/yehess-at-last-finally-after-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-4228886433477990628</id><published>2007-09-12T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T04:08:41.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow-a-cart.</title><content type='html'>WoW-a-cart talaga! If you've read  my last post which is a month ago ,I guess, what happened to me for the past 2 weeks was really the opposite. Oh yes. Tragically, before the examination week, I was diagnosed with Dengue. For 5 freakin' days, I was confined in the hospital worrying about my exams. I should be grateful though, my case wasn't that bad compared to the other patients who had to undergo blood transfusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after that afflicted incident, I finally took my exams. Well yeah quite frankly, I'm satisfied with my OTHER test results. On the other hand, I had one exam that has been inhibiting my sense of satisfaction. Okay soo I won't tell what subject that is, but what matters most is my score. I got an 80 percentage score in blah blah.  I really do hate it. Though my teacher in that certain subject told me that it wouldn't really affect my grade. :D Wuhoo. My dad will not kill me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. Okay.. 9 days before the concert!! FOB!?? Can you even be credulous about the fact that they're coming here!?? I do love that band but I'm not gay :D it's really hard for a boy to express what he really feels about something because of insecurity. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poodie Hamster!! Your birthday is just 18 days away! Wuhoo. Hehe. Hamishoes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well see ya guys. Later XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-4228886433477990628?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4228886433477990628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=4228886433477990628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/4228886433477990628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/4228886433477990628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow-cart.html' title='Wow-a-cart.'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-4751778963627516741</id><published>2007-08-24T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T06:24:23.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@.@</title><content type='html'>Crap...It's been awhile huh? @.@ Anyway, We'll be having our exams next week. A big hurray for me. I know it sounds pretty ironic but the way I see it, after the exams, I'm totally free. @.@ Gahh, say goodbye to this pressured feeling of anticipation. Okay.. So uhm.. Earlier today, we had our annual "palabigkasan". Well it went fine. Luckily, I finished the whole piece. As far as I know, I did well. Despite the fact that neither of my 2 sets of pants fitted well. It's a good thing that Peter and I exchanged pants. Well his pants was slightly short, but I'd rather wear it than not wearing anything at all. :D Hmm what else? Ohh yeah, I sprained my ankle. Well actually Peter "accidentally daw" @.@ I'm trippin'. Well we were playing basketball. It's normal :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooohh "group study daw" at Janmar's place tomorrow. It'll work out. I hope. :D Shoooouhm. It's already 9 o'clockish and I haven't eaten dinner yet. I'm starving. Wala lang :D  @.@ Okaay... It's not that I'm on Brass Monkey's side (fuck+hell no), but I think it's better if we wouldn't give a shit about his nonsense comments. He's a retard. That's it. But still, If we find out who you are. Hell yeah, better face the aftermath, douche bag. :D Okay I think dinner is 1/4-ish almost ready  Laytah  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-4751778963627516741?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4751778963627516741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=4751778963627516741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/4751778963627516741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/4751778963627516741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='@.@'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-3936402806694491057</id><published>2007-08-12T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:13:11.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay.</title><content type='html'>I can sense that there's a bunch of people who have a problem with me. What the hell is wrong? O.o is it really hard to approach me? I won't bite. I swear. Gahh.. I don't know. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. XD Wuhoo. @.@ I'm kinda demented right now. Well look at the bright side. I'm being irrational. Which means this insignificant feeling is precisely doubtable. Haha. On the other hand, I can't believe I'm playing ragnarok again. Damn this game is like a part of my life. Can't avoid playing it. O.o see those preceeding smileys? I got those from playing RO. Even the word 'ampf' @.@ you're not a certified player if you don't use or even know the word. What?!! That's completely impossible. Eventually you'll be using that word again and again in the game. @.@Well that word was actually extracted from 'ampota' then it was revised to amp then ampf. Then the madness didn't stop. It was again revised into emp amp ampf ampf aff ump umpf. @.@ I'm going bananas @.@ Well if you're interested to play, just tell me :D I can lend you the installer without the tedious patching anymore. xD I won't be seeing my dad for a week. @.@ why?!!! Not with my step mom or worse, my lola. Those two are gonna kill me. Haha.. Ohh yeah, about our presentation for linggo ng wika, sadly, it was canceled. Julius, don't cry now. It's ok. Someday, they'll discover your talent. You just have to wait. Haha. So what else. @.@ Damn it. It's like I haven't touched my blog for a month. @.@ haha. yeahp. I'm done with my physics project. Grabe ang hirap todo sobra kakabadtrip @.@ haha. It was quite easy :D Wuhoo. Happy birthday Arthur Jay aka Ian Valerio haha. You know what to do right? Throw a party 'cause dude, I really need to drink @.@ This is really bad. I have a conclave of problems but I'm avoiding them. PAK IT AP. haha. Grabe. Okay so let's cut the shit off from here. Later. Mistah Poodie!! :D XD :o3 @.@ @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-3936402806694491057?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3936402806694491057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=3936402806694491057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/3936402806694491057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/3936402806694491057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay.html' title='Yay.'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-1622480730066996</id><published>2007-08-09T02:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T04:48:16.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But wait there's more!</title><content type='html'>Wwwwwwait!! Cut the crap first. So here's the turning point. You said many were against my attitude. I was just wondering though. Why are you hiding your identity if you have a bunch of people on your side? Who are they? Your imaginary friends? Perhaps it's the other way around. I'm just clearing things up. @.@ So don't get too frustrated . It was your own mistake that made you look ironically stupid. @.@ Next time, please be rational. Oh by the way, being rational means being realistic. Give out proofs so everyone would believe you. Okay? :D see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-1622480730066996?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1622480730066996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=1622480730066996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/1622480730066996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/1622480730066996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/08/but-wait-theres-more.html' title='But wait there&apos;s more!'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-6967488776059429870</id><published>2007-08-09T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T01:26:34.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waw.</title><content type='html'>Waw. Ang galing ako daw mayabang. Ok. Give this guy a credit for being stupid enough and shittin crap out of his mouth without being rational. Haha.. May wack wack pang nalalaman. Whatever your problem is, dude I'm mature enough to deal with this shit. Masasabi ko lang. Haha.. You're just awfully jealous. I seriously pity you. Punta ka na sa doctor habang minor pa lang pagka brain damage mo. Haha. Good Luck. @.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-6967488776059429870?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6967488776059429870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=6967488776059429870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/6967488776059429870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/6967488776059429870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/08/waw.html' title='Waw.'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-5514686931865702030</id><published>2007-08-02T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:50:27.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.o</title><content type='html'>O.o boring.. Soo no classes today huh? What the heck.. I'd rather stay in school than to wait in line and register as a voter for the next election which is 3 f-in years from now.. I can't imagine myself voting for any among those retarded candidates..Too early to judge.. Haha.. So to spend my time 'wisely', hmm.. Perhaps I could hang around with Gnoe instead.. 49 days!! I already have my ticket.. That's something to boast about.. You rarely see me boast about something.. But this is FOB we are talking about @_@ @^%$(&amp;amp;^#..Okayy..Have some composure.. AND AND AND!!!! Thanks to Gnoe I'm gonna be sitting right next too POOOOOOODIE @_@ yay.. Haha.. Can't wait.. But before that special event takes place.. UPCAT, ELOCUTION and EXAMS @_@_@_@ all in a month.. That's pretty fair though.. I mean for me, the concert alone could compensate for all of those 'pahirap sa buhay' haha.. joke lang.. aral kayo.. masaya un.. hehe.. Sige I have to gooooooooooooo.. Later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-5514686931865702030?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/5514686931865702030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=5514686931865702030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/5514686931865702030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/5514686931865702030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/08/oo.html' title='O.o'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-77382944762054102</id><published>2007-07-27T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T07:01:34.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@_@</title><content type='html'>Lalala.. Tomorrow, we'll be having our last session for our UPCAT review.. @_@ Yey.. I won't see that pakaelamerong feeling proctor of ours anymore.. I hate that guy.. Although he's as old as we are and he's already in college, GODDAMN YOU.. You don't have the right to tell us what to do regardless of our work.. On the other hand.. After watching the movie, 'Supersize Me' last Wednesday I think, though it was a big warning for us to cut the Mcshit off, the movie ironically made me crave for more of their 'disgusting food' Garsh.. Imagine all of the preservatives added to the french fries they sell @_@ damn.. Anyway.. Finally earlier this day, we ate at............. Where else?! Mcdonald's! Mcdoggie was there.. Haha.. Wait... Speakin' of which.. Di ako nagseselos @_@ waaa naman.. Haha.. CHOBA.. I think that's quite enough for an answer.. Tss.. Nga pala.. I was talking to someone earlier this afternoon.. Then the girl behind the person whom I was talking to was looking at me.. @_@ the bad thing is, she was looking at me as if she was mad.. WTF did I do? Tss.. Nevermind.. This is why I'm hot.. haha yabang.. @_@ Okies.. TULIRO! I love that song.. Haha... Mcdoggie.. I'm not mad.. CHOBA naman diba? :D haha.. Ayown.. Sige.. Bbness... Wala akong masabi @_@ Later.. lalala..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-77382944762054102?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/77382944762054102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=77382944762054102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/77382944762054102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/77382944762054102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_27.html' title='@_@'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-1502497809362217772</id><published>2007-07-21T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T02:04:13.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored @_@</title><content type='html'>Gahh.. It's saturday and I'm not with my friends.. That's unusual... Damn... @_@ tsk... I should've gone out with them.. T-T Gahh.. I hate this day.. Plus!!! If you would consider the weather outside.. It's pretty tragic.. I mean it's raining then I'm all alone here thinking about my problems.. @_@ this sucks.. Boring... I wish poodie was here.. :o3 @_@ garsh.. tsk.. Later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-1502497809362217772?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1502497809362217772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=1502497809362217772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/1502497809362217772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/1502497809362217772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/07/bored.html' title='Bored @_@'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-7559248117836536580</id><published>2007-07-20T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T01:29:16.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@_@_@_@_@_@_@_@_@</title><content type='html'>Eoh Mah Gah... Edward is leaving in about 2 hours.. Damn.. That dude is quite cool.. Well yeah we hated each other back then.. But.. It's OBER! Anyway.. IDK.. I'm bored.. Hmm.. Oh yeah!! CHOBA.. I don't really know what she meant by that.. But CHOBA.. Hmm.. I'm confused... Is it like a feeling of I.. or L? haha.. Whether it's I or L, it doesn't matter for now.. I'm still crazy about the fact that she feels something towards me.... Hell-o.. If your special someone tells you "Uhmm don't be blah blah blah.. 'cause you're my CHOBA anyway" wouldn't you be smiling all night?.. Do you get point? It's like looking for the value of X.. Wherein Choba(x)=M(P) I still have to "manipulate" that to know the real answer.. Deh-yamn.. Pete Wentz = Miracle... Grabe I love Pete Wentz.. By the way, I'm not gay okay.. He's like the "playmaker".. ya know.. Everytime we talk about him.. We would eventually get to the point where both of us are like sympathetic.. @_@ hmm.. what else.. ohh.. My lola really pissed the hell out of me last night.. It's kinda personal so I wouldn't explain it further.. Anyway.. I don't f-in care.. What Poodie said last night triumphed over this stupid predicament.. Ohh doggie...... You're sooo cool.. @_@_@_@ Happy Birthday Ralph!! Too bad I can't hang out with you guys tomorrow.. I have to spend time "daw" with my dad.. :o3 :o3.. Haii it took me approximately 30 mins to make this @_@ kasi naman no wala akong masabi.. @_@ kakahiya.. Anyway.. BBness.. :o3 Thanks Mariel.. :o3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-7559248117836536580?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7559248117836536580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=7559248117836536580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/7559248117836536580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/7559248117836536580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_20.html' title='@_@_@_@_@_@_@_@_@'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-866737079238765336</id><published>2007-07-16T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T04:22:28.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poodie-mania @_@</title><content type='html'>Garsh garsh....... Should I tell her? No.. That'll be quite absurd if I would tell her 'that' in a direct manner I guess.. I mean.. She's my dog.. :o3 Hmm... Bahala na si Pete Wentz.. :o3&lt;br /&gt;La lang.. Thanks Hot Fudge.. @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-866737079238765336?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/866737079238765336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=866737079238765336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/866737079238765336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/866737079238765336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/07/poodie-mania.html' title='Poodie-mania @_@'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-5441464116264846980</id><published>2007-07-10T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T03:18:34.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gaaaahrsh</title><content type='html'>What the fuck is wrong with me? Gahh.. I have these mixed-up morsel of problems which apparently I can't collectively connect with one another.. It's disturbing @_@ at the same time, it drives me kwazy.. It's kinda alarming since I'm uncertain of it... @_@ I need my dog.. T-T I wanna talk to her like what we usually do during our junior days.. But it's different now.. @_@ Am I really crazy? I'm like, arguing with myself.. LMAO.. NEGATIVE... That's it!~~ I'm negative in general.... Specifically, I'm unpoised or unsure blah blah with everything that I do.. waw?! Gulo.. Haii.. What else? @_@ I have nothing much to say though.. Perhaps I'll start being positive and confident with evurything.. :o3 Doggie @_@... I can feel it.. YEAH @_@ ayy wait pala.. I just wanna thank rakii and gnoe.. Mga FS yan... They're really on my side.. I'm really grateful since they've been pursuing with the things I need to be pursuing on.. Thanks.. @_@ YAN ANG PRENDS.. haha.. See ya.. :o3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-5441464116264846980?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/5441464116264846980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=5441464116264846980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/5441464116264846980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/5441464116264846980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/07/gaaaahrsh.html' title='gaaaahrsh'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-9059553754953446202</id><published>2007-07-09T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T02:43:34.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@_@_@_@</title><content type='html'>Hell yeah.. I feel free.. Wait.. Momentum starter.. (^&amp;(*^!*(&amp;amp;amp;#&amp;% you (*&amp;amp;@(&amp;amp;^$(!!! Okaay.. I'm done... Okaay.. Pooooooooooooodie.. Garsh.. Haha.. Gnoe's right.. Valerie wouldn't do "that".. He still knows his limitations.. But even if he really did that.. It's still Okaaaayyy... I mean.. We are not official so.. It's alright... I'm not that old Kurt anymore.. Hell no.. Cut the freakin' dramatic crap.. I hate my past.. Gahh.. Specially my past 2 years in high school.. F*** that dude.. Those 2 years really sucked.. Ohh yeah.. and EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN those 2 years.. (Not including my friends though) Haha.. Well I hope, I'll be able to compensate with all of those disputes slash dilemmas slash problems slash predicaments @_@.. Anyway.. Back to the real topic.. Let's talk about HER.. I can't say she's consummate or perfect.. She is simple.. Like that preceding sentence... She's definitely cute.. Hell-o, she's my dog?!! kaya kyowt.. No one can argue with that.. haha natandaan ko tuloy.. WUV.. kamon mamon.. That's soo yesterday (girlie gurl effect~~) I like her "pauso" ways.. It makes her different from the others.. Like what I've said before.. "You're so cool" @_@ gahh.. It's true..That might be her dominant demeanor.. Her hair.. @_@ Braces.. Kewl.. Everything.. @_@ Damn~~~~~~~~ Unfortunately, I don't have the guts to talk to her @_@ I get apprehensive.. Or maybe.. If I keep on considering my cautiousness it would really make me back down from talking to her... "FOR INSTANT" haha... Anyway, 'cause uhmm..  earlier before we left school, I could've talked to her if.... haha.. You guys know the reason.. Right?! I can't write it here.. Just ask me if you're interested... So ayown..  @.@ 9 months.. Just give me time... I'm just trying to observe 'cause again.. I DON'T WANT TO END UP HURTING...Okeh? Okeh.. soh.. I have an assemblage of things to do.. Soo.. Eighty-eights!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry mga peeps.. Napaka poor ng content koo.. So sick eh.. Grabe.. I feel happy but at the same time miserable.. Weird @_@ Gnoe can explain this.. Yehess may future.. Psycho ka! I mean psychiatrist.. haha @_@ Okay na!! Bye! See ya! Eighty-eights! Adios.. Be gone!! oops.. :o3 - never forget that... :o3 :o3 :o3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-9059553754953446202?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/9059553754953446202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=9059553754953446202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/9059553754953446202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/9059553754953446202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='@_@_@_@'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-707953768789499734</id><published>2007-07-03T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T02:47:27.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey-hey..</title><content type='html'>Wuhoo.. After 10 years of lingering.... I had the chance to talk to her again.. Yay... Well it wasn't like a casual conversation or like getting a little "sham" so that she would think I'm different.. Hiyell no.. It's not my thing.. You know what I'm saying right?  It's like.. Keepin' it real.. There wuhoo.. Then then then.. She was asking me about our math assignment.. I hope she gets that number right though.. :o3 Well I'm pretty sure about my answer.. Haha.. Now I know the significance of HOMEWORK.. It's basically a trap so that I could talk to her.. More homework please.. Soo beneficial.. It exercises my proficiency plus it gets me closer to her.. Hehe..  I was just wondering by the way.. Why don't I get diffident whenever we text each other? I mean what's the difference  between talking to her personally and text messaging? Vanity can be an aspect.. No actually I think that's the main problem.. Maahhnn it's just, I get really anxious whenever I talk to her.. I'll get over it.. Someday.. haha.. Speakin' of which.. Bring out the booze Janmar!! I'm so happy for them.. Anyway... So there you go.. haha.. I just wish that "IT" wouldn't happen.. Otherwise, I will end up getting distressed about it.. I I I I I I I I I I sound awkward.. What's wrong? @_@ I feel like getting wrapped up in oneself or egocentric.. WTF? Dude, this is your blog anyway.. HAHA.. P6 @_@ waa nooooooooooooo.. I have to study for our quiz... See ya.. @_@ :o3 arf MASTORpiece  :o3 :o3 :o3 Every "mastor" should love his doggie :o3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-707953768789499734?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/707953768789499734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=707953768789499734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/707953768789499734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/707953768789499734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/07/yey-hey.html' title='Yey-hey..'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-2990616871133346981</id><published>2007-06-28T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T04:46:44.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>Sheesh... Insecurity strikes back.. Am I that bad? You guys can tell what's wrong but not in a harsh way.. Why do you always look at my negative side..  I mean, if you would look on the other side, I've changed.. You guys are telling me that you're concerned about what people think of me? Perhaps I didn't get it since we were in the middle of an argument.. Fuck noo wag niyong sabihin prideful ako.. I mean di ako ganun.. Do you see me show off? I don't do that.. Do you guys think I boast around with what I have? Di naman diba? Kasi your confrontations seem to be like hurtful accusations.. Ako I have hidden grudges but I don't show it 'cause I don't want to hurt others.. But in a way talaga na you're telling me that you don't like my  attitude in an aggressive manner.. Sheesh.. Gusto mo ako mag ganun? Tas suddenly sasabihin nyo you're just laughing too hard that you can't even breath tas sasabihin nyo confrontation un? WTF.. Tip lang.. If you want to confront someone you have to do it in a decent manner.. I mean sige.. If I tell you.. "ETO KASI PROBLEMA KO EH, ANG KAPAL NG MUKHA MO... . TANGA.. GAGO KA.. HAHA DI KAMI MAKAHINGA KASI ANG DRAMA MO MASYADO" That's an example with contents that are barely half worse than what you guys said... What I'm saying is.. Try to confront other people with out hurting them.. It's not good.. I mean you guys could've said it in a nice way.. You guys know me.. I'm sensitive.. I can't change that 'cause I'm really used to being like this.. Pero sana rin.. You guys would look at the things that I've done good for all of you... You guys are my friends but there are still boundaries that you can't go through.. I'm not mad.. I was just shocked and had been tormented too much... -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-2990616871133346981?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/2990616871133346981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=2990616871133346981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/2990616871133346981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/2990616871133346981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_28.html' title='..'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-1296464485920709534</id><published>2007-06-27T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T04:03:21.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:o3</title><content type='html'>Okay so.. Past is past.. Perhaps by now I can start 'feeling' again.. The thing is I don't want to hurt other people anymore.. I'm afraid that if I do this again, I'll end up hurting.. The fact that I keep on hurting other people just makes me think twice.. Am I better off alone? Time's running out.. @_@ Give me a sign please.. Well I'm pretty mature to handle a relationship now.. I think... Haii. It's really hard to decide.. In the meantime I'll just start talking to her.. Evaluation is the first step... Haha.. WTF.. 9 months pa.. I have lots of time to decide.. There's a 70:30 chance though.. Should I go for it? Gahh.. I really really really really really really like her... That means I'm hesitating 'cause I don't wanna hurt her.. I'm not obsessed.. Obsession.. Sheesh.. Fuck up.. Anyway.. I didn't expect that this would happen.. I've slipped off from the rock and fell on a huge bed of roses.. Too bad there's this wall between us that keeps us apart.. But time will come.. I'll be Hercules and Achilles combined to bang off that tremendous wall just to be with you... Gahh.. You're so cool.. :o3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-1296464485920709534?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1296464485920709534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=1296464485920709534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/1296464485920709534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/1296464485920709534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/06/o3.html' title=':o3'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-7278040824713651888</id><published>2007-06-25T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T03:34:31.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gahh :o3</title><content type='html'>Mahn!!! Grabe last saturday was soo off the hook. Okaay let's start.. Xtin, kevin, ralph, cholo, julius, ian t, and I attended our first UPCAT review at Sulu hotel.. Well as usual we were active during the discussion... We had this 115 item refresher test but we didn't have to finish it though.. The teachers there were really good since they came from UP.. Specially our teacher in math.. Hands down................... @_@ Well so after that, we got off to meet the guys at DOS.. Haha onga pala.. kasi uhmm.. Last saturday we had this so called "slumber party" at my house ~~~woooooohhhh~~~ Valerio wasn't supposed to hang out with us but eventually he did.. He's good in negotiating with his dad.. Ian would never allow himself to be left out.. Okaay so the dilemma was his maid told his dad that he was coughing out blood a couple days ago.... That wouldn't stop Ian from  coming with us.. It's not true though.. Hell no.. His nose was bleeding that's all.. @_@ well if you really spit out when your nose is bleeding, blood will really come out.. @_@ ayown.. So enohman naa.. Again, as usual,  Janmar was the first one to get drunk.. @_@ look nyo pala picture namen.. dami magseselos na babae hahaha.. lalo na si paw... ayown.. haha.. We started around 10 o'clockish I think.. Too bad janmar had to go home by 2am... haha.. His dad was asking for directions then.. You guys know what he said? "Straight left, go to hell"  well he didn't actually tell that to his dad.. He was just drunk so he started  trippin.. Peter was like crazy.. We haven't started drinking yet but he was acting like he was drunk.. Rocky ampf demonyo lakas... haha.. I know gnoe had fun 'cause usually, he doesn't enjoy drinking whenever we sleep at his house.. Syempre he's nervous... He doesn't want to get caught drunk.. Astig mga pictures namen.. haha.. Just check our pictures out... Grabe I have a lot to tell you guys but Cancun akoo... I can't recall everything we did.. Kwentuhan na lang siguro.. Haha sige.. See ya.. @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-7278040824713651888?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7278040824713651888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=7278040824713651888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/7278040824713651888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/7278040824713651888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/06/gahh-o3.html' title='Gahh :o3'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-6704025833649900725</id><published>2007-06-20T03:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T04:12:47.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@_@ geesh</title><content type='html'>So okay.. We went to UP today to submit our "requirements"... I've wasted so much time already since I got off early from school.. It wasn't worth it........... I could've done this shit tomorrow if I was informed that we can pass those papers the next day.. Well it was unexpected though.. So  early next morning, the guys and I are going back to UP.. Hopefully, we'll finish this shit by tomorrow.. The good thing is.. I'm gonna sleep at Gnoe's house tonight @_@ Magic Sing?!!! Tara!! Back to the story..   Gahhrsh @_@.. We were heading back to Seed then tragically, it  rained.. @_@ gahh.. Bukas talaga magdadala na ako ng bomba.. Pasabugin na UP... Haha.. Well, I really want to attend school on a full day schedule tomorrow, but I already paid my application fee.. I don't want to waste my money that's all.. Consider it as an experience @_@ Shet kakain na pala.. I have to go to Gnoe's house right after.. Soo okaay.. Guys!!! Enohman saturday!!  Later.. :o3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-6704025833649900725?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6704025833649900725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=6704025833649900725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/6704025833649900725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/6704025833649900725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/06/geesh.html' title='@_@ geesh'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-1816718021817415729</id><published>2007-06-20T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T04:12:51.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@_@ geesh</title><content type='html'>So okay.. We went to UP today to submit our "requirements"... I've wasted so much time already since I got off early from school.. It wasn't worth it........... I could've done this shit tomorrow if I was informed that we can pass those papers the next day.. Well it was unexpected though.. So  early next morning, the guys and I are going back to UP.. Hopefully, we'll finish this shit by tomorrow.. The good thing is.. I'm gonna sleep at Gnoe's house tonight @_@ Magic Sing?!!! Tara!! Back to the story..   Gahhrsh @_@.. We were heading back to Seed then tragically, it  rained.. @_@ gahh.. Bukas talaga magdadala na ako ng bomba.. Pasabugin na UP... Haha.. Well, I really want to attend school on a full day schedule tomorrow, but I already paid my application fee.. I don't want to waste my money that's all.. Consider it as an experience @_@ Shet kakain na pala.. I have to go to Gnoe's house right after.. Soo okaay.. Guys!!! Enohman saturday!!  Later.. :o3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-1816718021817415729?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1816718021817415729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=1816718021817415729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/1816718021817415729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/1816718021817415729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/06/geesh_20.html' title='@_@ geesh'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-5357016687414701749</id><published>2007-06-18T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:22:12.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty Slut..</title><content type='html'>Slut!! Thanks a lot.. @_@ Grabe.. This girl is totally rad.. Ralph Lauren Paola Agustin.. I'm her  biggest mistake..  Haha.. I'm just trippin'... Wahw.. I forgot, I'm sixteen.. I can make jokes such as that.. Pawla's like my "brother".. Though I'm helping "her" to get along with ******. haha.. Dude, I can feel it.. One of these days.. Sasagutin ka na.. Haha.. Di.. ****** told me something that will really make you jump around your house like Michael Jordan in an all-star NBA  dunk-fest.. Gahh.. She's pretty tough.. Man-like "kung sa baga" wait.. Do you guys know her dirty little secret?! She stares at Pete Wentz's butt crack at least 10 times a day!!  ..WTF paw?!! It's really disgusting.. My initial reaction was like, "No way GeeWay" Well I do enjoy that too.. Sshh. Ahahah. A-ngle S-ide A-ngle! @_@ Anyway.. Thanks Pawla..... You've been helping me out with my problems lately... I'm just sooo grateful that I have a friend like you.. ****** is a lucky guy.. Start talking to him!! Okaay.. Enough with the "Boston Drama" Speakin' of which.. haha.. Never mind.. Okaay..T-way G-way.. Later slut... @.,,..,,.@ rawr~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-5357016687414701749?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/5357016687414701749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=5357016687414701749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/5357016687414701749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/5357016687414701749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/06/ty-slut.html' title='Ty Slut..'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-7138490031562971011</id><published>2007-06-15T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T06:53:19.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@_@</title><content type='html'>Gahh.. KURT.... You feeble-minded kid.. @_@ I really feel stupid today.. It's a good thing this feeling didn't take place when I was in school.. Dude, you have to quit *&amp;(*^&amp;amp;... Okaay... Today's topic.. Emo-love... Okaay.. Don't feel sad about what I'm about to say...  Soo.. This girl is really freakin' crazy about this guy.. Well I think they have mutual feelings with each other.. The thing is.. Uhmm.. This guy is really demure... I'm not saying that he's like torpe or something.. But he's not doing "da mobes".. Well eventually... I guarantee you guys.. Someday, the right time will come... Perhaps you're curious about the June 11 thingy... okaay. Last Monday.. My peeps and I all went to Eastwood.. BLAH BLAH BLAH.. Long story short.. We forced ***** and ****** to walk around for a while.. So there.. As they were walking around, we ran across to the other building to hide and leave them for a moment.. So we did leave them.. After an hour or two, we thought that they were already feeling uncomfortable.. Okaayy.. So we found them.. DAMN!~~~ They were really serious while talking... I suddenly chimed in and asked them, "How's it going?" They didn't laugh though, but they were seemingly relieved knowing that we have come back.. After that... Hmm.. Well obviously, both of them were happy during that night.. Sorry if I didn't give out clear details today...  I can't go any further right now.. I'm hurtin' right now.. @_@ Don't worry.. I'll keep you guys updated.. See ya... @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-7138490031562971011?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7138490031562971011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=7138490031562971011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/7138490031562971011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/7138490031562971011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='@_@'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-7483887127632081614</id><published>2007-06-14T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T06:48:22.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gahh</title><content type='html'>Gahh.. A universal expression.. @_@ The best word to start my post with.. Gahh.. Gahh shet.. Rakii's having one hell of a good time in 4B.. @_@ Everybody wants him to be in either sections though... Well.. Rakii.. Why is he that special? Slash hmm.. Rakii has this hypnotizing attitude which makes you want to hang around with him.. He's funny, smart, and cool to be with.. Sociable and hmm..... Ohh what the french, toast?!! Rakii kung san ka masaya te, supurtahan taka... Maybe we have this fear that if you don't hang around or just simply fuck around with us that often anymore, you might forget about us.. Pero experience rin yan @_@ haha.. Don't worry guys.. We have a lot of inuman sessions with Rakii anyway... Basta Rakks.. We're here, BRADER.. GRANDMASTER DAW SYA NG FRAT AMPF.. Hiyell no.. All of you guys know that he's influential, but he ain't that bad @_@.. Screw you if you think it's the other way around... He's good, seriously.. Commercial muna bago umalis.. Boston Drama miss ka na namen.. haha.. Pasalubong ah.. @_@ Nga pala..Quit making your life full of misery.. Dress like an emo if you want to. But dude, don't base your life on it.. Anjan pa si (*&amp;(^*%^* or si (*)*&amp;amp;*^(.. Wag lang si *(*^&amp;amp;$#^.. Well if you do like her, I'd be happy to cut your freakin wrist down to your pulse until blood runs out of your body like a tortured behtch.. Joke lang @_@ haha .. Okaay.. Later behtch.. @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-7483887127632081614?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7483887127632081614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=7483887127632081614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/7483887127632081614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/7483887127632081614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/06/gahh.html' title='Gahh'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-8957698221420850369</id><published>2007-06-13T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T03:43:00.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Fucker @_@</title><content type='html'>Aww Behtch... Well... Okaay.. My plans didn't work out as I thought it would... Damn it.. Worst thing that really fucked up my day was finding out that Rakii and Julius weren't in our section.. Yet Rakii's mom can do something about it, I know. Well for Julius I really hope he will have the chance to get busy with us.. It bothered me when cher Mavis told us that we couldn't change our sections anymore. There... @_@ second thing........ We had this listening test which apparently, even if teacher Maribel wouldn't tell us that we were having a quiz after the discussion, I was pretty ready for it.. Okaay... She started reading the story then maybe uhmm.. like the first part of the story I was able to understand it... Then I didn't clearly hear much of her "essential" details that's why I got fuckin' 12/20 (PAC, MAN!) .. Perhaps, it was my fault 'cause I was letting my self be fuckin' distracted.. Well the next time, I won't consider even the smallest detail as a small, insignificant thing.. Then I forgot my El Fili book... Damn.. It's a good thing cher Gina was only asking us to read Jose Rizal's talambuhay.. I'll just do it early next morning though.. @_@ What a nettlesome day.. @_@. Okaay Kurt cheer up @_@ Sooo. We have 1 new KOREAN student amp..... @_@.. Then I saw Peng's alter-"emo" (ego) (~~woooooooooooooo~~) Imagine Peng as an emo gurl...  But earlier this afternoon I found out that she was a cousin of Richard Sadang.. Party gurl daw @_@ another ~~wooooooo~~.. Any who.. I don't know the girl's name.. Okaay cut the shit.. @_@.. Hey Slut! Thanks for helping me with the layout @_@ You're the best... Mang Ching naman bat nagtaas ka pa?!! Pero okay lang. At least I have a reason for my dad to let me bring my "baon" instead... Okaayy.. That's it. Later dude.. (RAKII AND JULIUS @_@ transfer naaaa.) @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-8957698221420850369?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/8957698221420850369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=8957698221420850369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/8957698221420850369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/8957698221420850369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-day-fucker.html' title='First Day Fucker @_@'/><author><name>k-hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413183724257017416</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-6621665098472260080.post-457940230127426377</id><published>2007-06-11T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:02:44.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okaaay uhmm. Ready?</title><content type='html'>Hell-o... So obviously, as you all know, this is my first post. Hmm... Where will I start off? Soo.. Here.. Damn!! America was totally rad. I mean seriously, it was better than my expectations.  But my main  reason for going there, was to see my mom. For the 5th time we've met again. (YAY!! Inuman amp) hmm... My brothers were there too as well as my cousins @_@ okaay, enough.. I know you're freakin bored.. WTF, close it if you really are. @_@ waaa corny koo.. anyhow.. I'll do this fast so hold on. Sooooo, I stayed in Orange County or O.C. (as everybody knows) which is in California. It's like uhmm a freakin' hour away from L.A. but I like O.C. better than L.A. though. I've been to Staples Center! @_@ I mean dude, fuck all your money off it's worth it to see Kobe Bryant in action. It was game 3 of Lakers and Suns. @_@ The bad part is, the Lakers  lost. Ohh, fuck how sad. But again, it's really really really really worth it. Steve Nash was on fire, passing alley-oops to Stoudemire and Shawn Marion.  Okaay... Shet... @_@ San Francisco.. Garsh it was soo awesome. We went through the Golden Bridge and I saw the famous Alcatraz. @_@ Well Alcatraz was a former prison slash correctional facility. pero sheet ampf San Francisco was 9 freakin' hours away from our place. Okaay then. I've been to Disneyland and Universal Studios .wuhoooooo pwede na mamatay! Grabeeee. I have a bunch of shit to talk about but I know you're bored sooo fast forward!! ~~FSHHHHHHHHHWINGGGGGGG~~&lt;br /&gt;tae ang corny ko Ian Tubells kasi eh haha joke lang. @_@ okay.. June 4th the saddest day ever @_@ back to reality. So that means, mhhmm y'all know the freakin' conclusion when a boy won't see his mom for another 4 effin' years. Clue? Hiyell no. It's too obvious. Sarcastic clue? Grabe I laughed. I just wish that I'm 5 minutes away from my mom. Philippines I'm back @_@ haha. How ironic, when I came back here, I didn't ask for a Filipino dish. Instead, I ate at mcdooo. Hell yeah!! okaay I'm not being "maarte" or so blah blah. Bottom line is, fuck hell I don't enjoy Filipino Food. @_@ Except for fatty Adobo and oily Caldereta. :D So guys where are we eating at? Okaay ayan contact gnoe mode. Dude let's drink @_@ hell yeah I had a lot of fun during our inuman session @_@ I was sooooo boozed up. But before that story, there was this group of Koreans who were asking us if we were interested in participating in there so called "DOCUMENTARY" damn, sounds spooky huh? During that time, I was like,"Hell no behtch I ain't falling for that." Then they stopped looking at us 'cause before that happened pala they were constantly looking at us. Okehh in every inuman naman, there's a problem that would eventually take place. Janmar's dad called telling him that he's gonna pick Janmar up. We were not at Gnoe's place that time (obviously) but Janmar was asking his dad that he wants to stay at Gnoe's house badly. Then since Janmar's phone has this uhmm whatchu ma call it? Trace thingy pala un. Anyway, because of that, his dad found out that he's not actually at Gnoe's house. Let's be sarcastic by now. It was a good thing that the trace thingy doesn't give out the exact location of the user. Funny part haha, Janmar had an excuse that we were at Jollibee. Then after that, everything went fine. Okaay so I haven't been drinking for such a long time.  Like for two months, so I made the most out of it. I was fuckin' drunk, Janmar was too. Almost everybody though. Then after staying at Corrida. Ritual mode kami haha. We went to Shell Select and I fell asleep. Uhh Damn... Then we rested there for like uhmm maybe an hour? So the guys woke me up. I thought we were heading home yet, part 2 pa lang!! waw ah. There was this guy named Sherwin he was with Makoy. I think they were just testing us how far we could go. They brought us to this Korean place which luckily, had this room for drinking. Damn exclusive ampf!!! Okaay after that we  finally headed home. But wait!~~ It wouldn't be complete without staying at Burger Machine for a while. By that, we could "booze off" haha. So we got off heading home by 5am. Okaay. Then we ate at the "karinds" the next morning. Stayed at Khev Jhovack. We also went swimming. Then the aftermath. Back to our own places. okaay. I hope you're still alive!! Every good guy has to eat too. So, Holla dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621665098472260080-457940230127426377?l=mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/457940230127426377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6621665098472260080&amp;postID=457940230127426377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/457940230127426377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621665098472260080/posts/default/457940230127426377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynicotinenarrative.blogspot.com/2007/06/okaaay-uhmm-ready.html' title='Okaaay uhmm. 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