<?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-14985834</id><updated>2011-11-14T01:37:18.335+09:00</updated><category term='fall'/><title type='text'>Caution: Read at Your Own Expense...</title><subtitle type='html'>Unidentified Walking Human Writing....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-5841047745374493024</id><published>2008-07-28T15:50:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:14:37.256+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Penis and Six Flags!</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, Aret, me and ate went to six flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, of course, because it was planned by my ever so beloved ate, SHE CHOSE A SUNDAY as a day, aye! The busiest day of the week, where lines last as long as an hour and a half --- if you're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, luckily, it wasn't THAT busy. Lines only lasted for 30-40 minutes, which was not a bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I brought my lucky aura with me, we actually lined up at most 10 minutes at some rides. We only waited 45 minutes on 2 rides!! Yes. That's how good my lucky aura is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so lucky that literally after we try to fall in line, and if we look back, there would be literally hundreds of people storming towards us or something, like they're headhunters and we're the freaking bounty targets! Luckily, they were just gonna fall in line! Lucky to be ahead of them! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how we managed to ride most of the rides. However, as always, activating my lucky aura always has its price.... MY CAMERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going smooth until we decided to ride "The Giant Drop". Due to my lucky aura, we only waited estimately 4 minutes to hop into the ride. During the wait, I decided that I should pop-out my camera on the way top and take a great picture of the ride. Aret and ate detested the idea, but I was convinced otherwise. I readied myself on my ride seat, with my camera in my hand... until the ride lady asked me to raise both my hands. That signalled me that cameras are not allowed in the ride. So I instantly hid my camera in my pocket before raising both my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then elevated 70 meters from the ground, afterwhich... BAM you drop faster than freefall! The ride down possibly took only 3-4 seconds, but it was very thrilling that I actually did NEEDED to shout out of fear. This was the first time I actually had to yell in a ride out of fear and not "for the heck of it" or "additional fun if you scream" theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stopped around 6 meters above ground, we heard a big "WHOA!!" from the people in line. That sparked my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What could've happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did someone puke? Did someone fell unconscious? Did someone had a heart attack? Did somebody's seat got stuck and never fell? Did someone's safety lock malfunction which caused the rider to fall out and die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these could've been equally as exciting. Sadly, none of these happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? My camera fell. Apparently, due to the rush of placing it in my pocket, I wasn't able to securely place it in. I don't know when it fell but it was pretty sad :( I think it probably fell nearly on the ground since the damage was not THAT bad, or the camera was just really durable. (Hey i dropped it from a 2 storey building before!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKDZUqNIsJM/SI17zMMNPyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZNj5-8_guM/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKDZUqNIsJM/SI17zMMNPyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZNj5-8_guM/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227970861822983970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's how the ride should look like, altho this is higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9fCC5o92m0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9fCC5o92m0&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that ride, I was finally able to do the daredevil dive, which is &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; similar to bungee jumping. You would be elevated 130 feet above the ground, and they would tell you to pull the "trigger" and then BAM! You glide into the air like superman!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of other people doing it at the same theme park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8khO0iea-w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8khO0iea-w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we decided to go to "Hurricane Harbour" which is the water park inside six flags. Everything went smooth and nice, except when these damn niggers were bumping me in the pool as they noobily try to jump along the wave. They do it with so much unperfect timing that they would get caught by the wave and they would bump into me. Some other ladies in the water park are like that too! Sure they're hot and whatnot, but the last thing I would want in a fun day is to be sued for sexual harassment when they freaking bump their private parts to me due to bad timing of jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we decided to call it quits, I headed to the shower room to change my clothes back to theme park clothes (apparently, you cant wear swimming clothes inside the theme park!) And that's when the penis talk comes into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was too lazy to fall in line to "hide" in those stalls to change clothes, I decided to change outside the "stalls" along with a few other men. Of course, I tried to hide my private part, in fear of embarassment, along did some other people. Apparently, some has a different thought in their minds. This guy sat beside me and changed his clothes beside me. There was NO FUCKING WAY i was not going to see his penis in my peripheral, especially when my bag is right beside me as well and I was taking my top off my bag when he undressed. and there it was, his fucking humungous penis, staring at me, saying. "HI, IM BIG!" It's probably like 5-6 inches long with .75 inches in diameter. Of course i can't fucking measure since i didn't have a ruler, but I believe I got the right estimate. The worst part is, I'm pretty sure that it isn't even a hard on! Well unless of course, he's completely gay and gets turned on with men dressing and undressing 360 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I said to myself "What the fuck, that's a murder weapon right there!" he could freaking slap me with that penis and i could possibly faint to death! NO joke! Good thing he didn't have a hard on, or i bet it could've freaking hit me if he tried to turn his waist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, curious, I did a small research about penis sizes, why is his insanely big? Or is mine just insanely small? (Haha?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what i saw for average penis size when erected&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Size&lt;br /&gt;Black  6.89" (175mm)&lt;br /&gt;Asian  5.33" (135mm)&lt;br /&gt;Caucasian  6.22" (158mm)&lt;br /&gt;Hispanic  6.15" (156mm)&lt;br /&gt;Native American  5.66" (144mm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I could've concluded THAT HE'S FREAKING ABNORMAL FOR having a normal erect size of a penis when it actually should be the erect size. FUCK YOU ABNORMAL KID! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- The Joke ----&lt;br /&gt;A little kid asks his father, "Daddy, is God a man or a woman?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Both son. God is both." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while the kid comes again and asks, "Daddy, is God black or white?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Both son, both." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child returns a few minutes later and says, "Daddy, is Michael Jackson God?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-5841047745374493024?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5841047745374493024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=5841047745374493024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/5841047745374493024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/5841047745374493024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/penis-and-six-flags.html' title='Penis and Six Flags!'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKDZUqNIsJM/SI17zMMNPyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AZNj5-8_guM/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-3485231295011350913</id><published>2008-07-20T16:37:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:51:07.311+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Start - First post</title><content type='html'>Since all the events in my life lately have been awesomely boring, I would probably stop blogging about the day-to-day experience of my ever so beloved eventful life. Rather, I would start ranting, yes ranting, about what? I don't know. At least I'll try to update as much as possible. To make things less boring, I'll TRY to put a joke at the end of each post and of course, my &lt;em&gt;baluktot&lt;/em&gt; english!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, whatever I write here would not be necessarily of my own experience. It could be made-up, or of someone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry's topic would be about...  "Crushes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have this friend named Trini who has a number of crush that is estimately the same size of the whole Ateneo Senior population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was walking with him along Katipunan when we passed this girl who looked at us in the eye as she walked by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Trip ako kaya tumingin." &lt;/em&gt;I jokingly said to Trini.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Tumingin lang sa iyo para di ka naman mukhang kawawa."&lt;/em&gt; I added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Gago! Sa ating dalawa tumingin. Pero ako mas trip talaga." &lt;/em&gt;He rebutted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling the urge to debate (as I'm not as interested in "crushes" as I was 4-5 years ago), I replied, "&lt;em&gt;Ahhh. so feel mo crush ka?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Baket hindi?" &lt;/em&gt;He replied confidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ilan ba crush ko? Diba marami? Di rin naman siguro imposible na marami rin ang nagkaka-crush sa akin!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent pause.  I thought for a second behind his "theories'" logic. There's a lot of loopholes, but it's acceptable, but of course, that doesnt mean that the theory is absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to our friends about this theory and they laughed at it. Similarly, they thought it's absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is... until one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raf and I decided to stay late to drink beer at Pooyong's, my treat of course, because most of his money was spent for our real-life Tamagochi's, Jay Halasan, tuition fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I was paying for it, he had no regrets on getting another bottle, one led to another, and of course, being Alik, I don't want to be left behind in drinking. I should always be at par (or ahead)... so I drank as much as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not used to having alcohol in my blood anymore, I got buzzed rather fast, and we talked about a particular person (an old friend of ours) who happened to be my crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ahhh, feel ko crush din ako nun eh!"&lt;/em&gt; I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pooooooootaaaa"&lt;/em&gt; Raf shrieked. Who, for the N years we've been close together, wholeheartedly knows that I ignore comments of people having a crush on me, except gays (they're always welcome)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OH SHIT, SINANIBAN AKO NI TRINI!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum things up, Trini &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be right. But the chances of him being wrong is still 6305418081 times bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Le Joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you take down an emo from a tree?&lt;br /&gt;You cut the rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-3485231295011350913?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3485231295011350913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=3485231295011350913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/3485231295011350913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/3485231295011350913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/fresh-start-first-post.html' title='Fresh Start - First post'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-4888500550608923781</id><published>2008-06-23T00:03:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:22:33.243+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar Liar Pants on Fire</title><content type='html'>I lied. I don't have feelings for you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or at least i try to make myself believe, np!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-4888500550608923781?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4888500550608923781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=4888500550608923781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/4888500550608923781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/4888500550608923781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title='Liar Liar Pants on Fire'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-6256343566485368580</id><published>2008-06-09T00:57:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:01:13.944+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears. The Bloody Ones.</title><content type='html'>I have to let them out. The bloody ones. The Esp twins were able to witness its grueling sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to say sorry to both of them, I failed them, and I promised both of them I would not play that game once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, I think I have one last promise to break. They're meant to be broken anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to retire with my last game as a loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-6256343566485368580?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6256343566485368580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=6256343566485368580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/6256343566485368580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/6256343566485368580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/tears-bloody-ones.html' title='Tears. 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(Well, unless you consider those random shits as posts, which i highly doubt, dear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, it's been a while, 2 years and a month to be a little more precise, since I set foot on Philippine soil. As expected, nothing much has changed. Everyone is still inhaling smoke, heavy traffic is still caused mostly by unethical driving (especially by public transporation driverS), and the heat almost convinced me to buy another ticket for my quick plane ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened on my first night. I went out with my cousin in Greenhills to attend her friend's despedida party... Kakauwi ko pa lang, despedida na! I saw a couple of old friends which I decided to snob (they didn't see me anyway) and I also decided to ditch my cousin to wander alone. Yes, as most expected, I ended up stuffing myself in different stores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd night, we went to dencios, nothing special. I met Hbomb for the first time in 2 years (minus Raf, that is, because he had a gig). We drank all night and I ended up drunk. I swore never to drink again after that night, but I was never good at keeping promises regarding drinking anyway. Also, I swear to God Trini molested me while drunk! (But then again, Trini molests anyone, drunken stupor or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday that week, I went to "J-Boys Reunion". Try not to fancy yourself thinking on how grand this Reunion would be, because, yes, it's what you first thought it would look like, a typical J-Boys &lt;em&gt;inuman&lt;/em&gt;, something any J-Boy would probably choose over any other formal shit! What's to expect in a normal J-Boy inuman? &lt;em&gt;Inuman, Lasingan, Backstaban,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;onting &lt;/em&gt;poker, and of course, Biz's same stories, which is magically as funny as the last time he tells it or at least to a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trini: "Alik swerte mo nawala ka 2 years!"&lt;br /&gt;Alik: Baket?&lt;br /&gt;Trini: "Kwento ni Biz!"&lt;br /&gt;Alik: "Nakatatawa kaya"&lt;br /&gt;Trini: "Wala ka kasi every inuman in 2 years eh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Jo's party,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty fun overall! My old blockmates are now waaaay cooler than when I left, except for Jay, who's still weak. He'll never be cooler until he beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not, however, go into details, as 1) It's getting late and I'm tired and 2) Or maybe i will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to end it all, i would like to end this post with a quote from the famous Japanese Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alik"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hon de motte son de maido ari"&lt;br /&gt;"Honnara nonde kutte yoo nete dai bakushyou"&lt;br /&gt;"Yappa suki yanen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the place isn't really mine anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet most of you don't understand that last part and it's relevance to this post! But you see, lads and lambs, research is the key, with a little pinch of sarcasm a little bit &lt;em&gt;Alik's read-between-the-lines (dashes?) &lt;/em&gt;and a few decrypting as well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-2934679559663935804?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2934679559663935804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=2934679559663935804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/2934679559663935804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/2934679559663935804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/guess-whos-baaaack.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s BAAAACK!'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-6427199175816173510</id><published>2008-04-22T18:44:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:44:18.016+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting!</title><content type='html'>I just find this interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1775922"&gt;http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1775922&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-6427199175816173510?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6427199175816173510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=6427199175816173510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/6427199175816173510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/6427199175816173510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/interesting.html' title='Interesting!'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-4391745648928446478</id><published>2008-01-15T01:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T01:44:20.793+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a sad world out there</title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are these kids doing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny-picturez.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-what-are-they-doing.html"&gt;http://funny-picturez.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-what-are-they-doing.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously tho....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-4391745648928446478?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4391745648928446478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=4391745648928446478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/4391745648928446478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/4391745648928446478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-sad-world-out-there.html' title='It&apos;s a sad world out there'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-3263556242025396812</id><published>2007-10-18T19:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:27:53.148+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Man hmmmm?</title><content type='html'>Element Name: MAN&lt;br /&gt;Symbol: XY&lt;br /&gt;Atomic Weight: (180 +/- 50)&lt;br /&gt;Physical properties: Solid at room temperature, but gets bent out of shape easily. Fairly dense and sometimes flaky. Difficult to find a pure sample. Due to rust, aging samples are unable to conduct electricity as easily as young samples.&lt;br /&gt;Chemical properties: Attempts to bond with WO any chance it can get. Also tends to form strong bonds with itself. Becomes explosive when mixed with Kd (Element: Child) for prolonged period of time Neutralize by saturating with alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Usage: None known. Possibly good methane source. Good samples are able to produce large quantities on command.&lt;br /&gt;Caution: In the absence of WO, this element rapidly decomposes and begins to smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An English professor wrote the words,&lt;br /&gt;"Woman without her man is nothing" on the blackboard and directed his students to punctuate it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;The men wrote: "Woman, without her man, is nothing."&lt;br /&gt;The women wrote: "Woman! Without her, man is nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-3263556242025396812?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3263556242025396812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=3263556242025396812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/3263556242025396812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/3263556242025396812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/man-hmmmm.html' title='Man hmmmm?'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-8951645015011640965</id><published>2007-08-13T13:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:26:29.809+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6rTkp1dek4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6rTkp1dek4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt; best ever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-8951645015011640965?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8951645015011640965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=8951645015011640965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/8951645015011640965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/8951645015011640965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-secret.html' title='Post Secret..'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-5757698949966015931</id><published>2007-05-29T15:58:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:58:35.124+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Kiss....</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth Swann...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or suffer the consequences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-5757698949966015931?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5757698949966015931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=5757698949966015931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/5757698949966015931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/5757698949966015931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/never-kiss.html' title='Never Kiss....'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-8376478876056336312</id><published>2007-04-13T01:44:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T01:44:50.329+09:00</updated><title type='text'>shave it</title><content type='html'>Here's a tip: SHAVE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-8376478876056336312?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8376478876056336312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=8376478876056336312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/8376478876056336312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/8376478876056336312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/shave-it.html' title='shave it'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-4886879854997184124</id><published>2007-04-01T21:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:01:38.453+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>..and then</title><content type='html'>i slammed the door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with a sigh i said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm free...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i jumped and reached for the ceiling and screamed, "IM FREE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were then dead to me. no, not dead. non-existent. or, yes, maybe dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead for the 100th time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in no less than half a day, you make make yourself alive again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and make things more complicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just die. ill visit your grave. no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. You don't love me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You love the idea of me and you together,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but not me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's two different things!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-4886879854997184124?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4886879854997184124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=4886879854997184124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/4886879854997184124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/4886879854997184124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-then.html' title='..and then'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-1067320781573587120</id><published>2007-03-12T11:25:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T11:28:21.773+09:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the way uh-huh uh-huh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKDZUqNIsJM/RfS6u7OgCLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TYgiXr5bWbM/s1600-h/smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040859198269687986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKDZUqNIsJM/RfS6u7OgCLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TYgiXr5bWbM/s320/smoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKDZUqNIsJM/RfS6m7OgCKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3N_taJ2mdmk/s1600-h/pron%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040859060830734498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKDZUqNIsJM/RfS6m7OgCKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3N_taJ2mdmk/s320/pron%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-1067320781573587120?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1067320781573587120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=1067320781573587120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/1067320781573587120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/1067320781573587120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/thats-way-uh-huh-uh-huh.html' title='That&apos;s the way uh-huh uh-huh'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKDZUqNIsJM/RfS6u7OgCLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TYgiXr5bWbM/s72-c/smoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-978987222307557618</id><published>2007-03-10T15:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:17:27.807+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quiet</title><content type='html'>Starring Elisha Cuthbert, "The Quiet" is about a girl who pretends she's deaf and mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, people kept telling her their secrets (well, she's deaf anyway)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed when I saw this movie because I'm like this in my sociology class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretending that im a mute guy and has hearing disorder. bwahaha. funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-978987222307557618?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/978987222307557618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=978987222307557618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/978987222307557618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/978987222307557618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/quiet.html' title='The Quiet'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-7450472165673758963</id><published>2007-03-08T19:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:16:30.450+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>It's near...&lt;br /&gt;It's near...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach..&lt;br /&gt;Sand...&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine (BYE WINTER! YAY!)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax...&lt;br /&gt;Relax...&lt;br /&gt;Relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-7450472165673758963?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7450472165673758963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=7450472165673758963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/7450472165673758963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/7450472165673758963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-7198943622987101404</id><published>2007-02-20T18:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:22:17.654+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Aik's "Secret" pickup lines. (hahahahA!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. Minamalat na naman ang puso ko..&lt;br /&gt;*** paano kasi, laging sinisigaw ang pangalan mo..&lt;br /&gt;2. Ikaw ba may-ari ng Crayola??&lt;br /&gt;*** ikaw kasi nagbibigay ng kulay sa buhay ko..&lt;br /&gt;3. Uy papicture tayo!!&lt;br /&gt;*** para ma-develop tayo!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Kung ikaw ay bola at ako ang player, mashushoot ba kita??&lt;br /&gt;*** hinde, para lagi kita mamimiss..&lt;br /&gt;5. Can i take your picture??&lt;br /&gt; *** coz i want to show Santa exactly what i want for Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Exam ka ba??&lt;br /&gt;*** gustong gusto na kasi kitang i-take home eh!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Lecture mo ba ako??&lt;br /&gt;*** lab kasi kita..&lt;br /&gt;8. Centrum ka ba??&lt;br /&gt;*** kasi you make my life complete!!&lt;br /&gt;9. Miss pwede ba kita maging driver??&lt;br /&gt;*** para ikaw na magpapatakbo ng buhay ko..&lt;br /&gt;10. Mahilig ka ba sa asukal??&lt;br /&gt;*** ang tamis kasi ng mga ngiti mo..&lt;br /&gt;11. Pinaglihi ka ba sa keyboard??&lt;br /&gt;*** kasi type kita..&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate to say this but... You are like my underwear..&lt;br /&gt;*** coz i can't last a day without you!!&lt;br /&gt;13. Ibibili kita ng salbabida..&lt;br /&gt;*** kasi malulunod ka sa pagmamahal ko..&lt;br /&gt;14. Pwede ba kitang maging sidecar??&lt;br /&gt;*** single kasi ako eh..&lt;br /&gt;15.Me lisensya ka ba??&lt;br /&gt;*** coz you're driving me crazy eh..&lt;br /&gt;16. May kilala ka bang gumagawa ng relo??&lt;br /&gt;*** may sira ata relo ko.. pag ikaw kasi kasama ko, humihinto ang oras&lt;br /&gt;ko..&lt;br /&gt;17. Grabe nakakatawa yung mga pick-up lines noh?? hahaha! May alam ka pa&lt;br /&gt;bang iba?? Wala na akong maisip eh..&lt;br /&gt;*** coz all i ever think of is you..&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm a bee..&lt;br /&gt;*** can you be my honey??&lt;br /&gt;19. Nakakatakot diba ang multo??&lt;br /&gt;*** pero mas nakakatakot kapag nawala ka sa buhay ko..&lt;br /&gt;20. Am i a bad shooter??&lt;br /&gt;*** coz i keep on missing you..&lt;br /&gt;22. Naniniwala ka ba sa love at first sight??&lt;br /&gt; *** Oh gusto mong dumaan ulit ako??&lt;br /&gt;23. Mabilis ka siguro sa mga puzzle noh??&lt;br /&gt;*** kasi kakasimula pa lang ng araw ko, pero nabuo mo na agad..&lt;br /&gt;24. Excuse me.. Are you a dictionary??&lt;br /&gt;*** because you give meaning to my life..&lt;br /&gt;25. Bangin ka ba??&lt;br /&gt;*** nahuhulog kasi ako sa'yo..&lt;br /&gt;26. Pustiso ka ba??&lt;br /&gt;*** kasi, can't smile without you..&lt;br /&gt;27. Pagod na pagod ka na noh??&lt;br /&gt;*** maghapon kana kasing tumatakbo sa isipan ko eh..&lt;br /&gt;28. Me butas ba puso mo??&lt;br /&gt;*** kasi natrap na ako sa loob, can't find my way out!!&lt;br /&gt;29. Anung height mo??&lt;br /&gt;*** ha?? pano ka nagkasya sa loob ng puso ko..&lt;br /&gt;30. Hey, did you fart??&lt;br /&gt;*** coz you blew me away!!&lt;br /&gt;31. Sana "T" na lang ako..&lt;br /&gt;*** para i'm always right next to "U"&lt;br /&gt;32. Are you Jamaican??&lt;br /&gt;*** kasi Ja-maican me crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;33. Nde tayo tao.. Nde tayo hayop.&lt;br /&gt;***BAGAY tayo. BAGAY tlga tayo.&lt;br /&gt;34. Ako ay isang exam..&lt;br /&gt;***kaya sagutin mo na ako...&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite Subject mo ba geometry&lt;br /&gt;***kasi kahit saang angle ka tignan ang ganda mo eh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; i just quit dota. i feel in love w/ sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-7198943622987101404?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7198943622987101404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=7198943622987101404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/7198943622987101404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/7198943622987101404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/aiks-secret-pickup-lines-hahahaha.html' title='Aik&apos;s &quot;Secret&quot; pickup lines. (hahahahA!)'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-8421900271227827084</id><published>2007-02-02T07:41:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T07:59:24.186+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I shouldn't Quit Dota in spite of my busy schedule</title><content type='html'>Busy Schedule Means:&lt;br /&gt;- 5 subjects (16 credits) wherein each requires heavy reading loads (15-30 reading pages per meeting)&lt;br /&gt;- 40 hours of work/wk (usually goes overtime)&lt;br /&gt;- 3-7 Hours of Dota Gaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Calculate my daily hours in these stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for work + dinner + household chores. + bath etc. : 1.30 hours&lt;br /&gt;work/school: 9 hours (1 hour lunch)&lt;br /&gt;travel to and back from work: 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;Dota + other computer thingies (movies, etc): : 2 hours (least)&lt;br /&gt;Study: 1 hour (least)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Maximum sleep: 9.30 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i still have enough time i see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But The Real Scenario&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for work + dinner + household chores. + bath etc. : 1.30 hours&lt;br /&gt;work/school: 9 hours (1 hour lunch)&lt;br /&gt;travel to and back from work: 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;Dota + other computer thingies (movies, etc): &lt;strong&gt;10 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study: &lt;strong&gt;0 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Maximum Sleep:&lt;br /&gt;2.30 hours. That's the amount of sleep i get daily :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems that DOTA is taking too much time in my pathetic life. Im not even allotting time to study.... (still passsingggg :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... why not quit it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Cuz i don't want a girl in my life right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Year High School: Stopped Playing Counter-Strike (ehem, i was team philippines team B). Met this girl-which-shall-not-be-named and got close to her. Almost got into a relationship until I became too lazy and someone ruined my image to her by giving false stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Year High School: Was addicted to this game called: Gunbound (WAS PRO. ranked 100++ in Philippines i think [w/o hacks like the ones on top]). Stopped playing gunbound due to addiction. Met this girl-which-shall-not-be-named2 and got close to her. Again, almost got into a relationship until something happened... something too emotional i dont wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Year College: Was addicted to this game called: DOTA (PRO! PRO! YOu know it readers :p). Anyways, 2nd semester... tried stop playing it due to lack of $$$. Got close to this girl-which-shall-not-be-named3 (but i guess most of you know who she is). Well most of you know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went here to states, I got addicted to Dota again..............................&lt;br /&gt;and I WANT TO STOP by replacing dota hours with gym hours for marathon training (notice my schedule doesnt have marathon training anymore). But... But... Im afraid. I dreamt of meeting someone in the gym and getting close to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT A GIRL IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW. IM SO B-TTER NOW AND I DONT NEED YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fill in the dash... it could be any vowel :) (batter, better, bitter, botter, butter)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              ^--- just noticed this when i placed that dash. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-8421900271227827084?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8421900271227827084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=8421900271227827084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/8421900271227827084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/8421900271227827084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-i-shouldnt-quit-dota-in-spite-of-my.html' title='Why I shouldn&apos;t Quit Dota in spite of my busy schedule'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-8683323452952504463</id><published>2007-01-09T07:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T07:40:27.210+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about sex :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;(it's been a while readerS!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SAY NO TO SEX! WHOOPEEE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men Who Love Burgers and Loathe Sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advertisement One:&lt;/strong&gt; A hunky guy stares at a sexy babe who appears before him -- she seems to crave his attention. He sees  she would jump in the sack with him at the slightest encouragement! Yet, in the corner of his eye, he sees a brand-name beer waiting for his pleasure at an adjacent table. The beer wins his complete desire and attention; the foxy lady doesn't stand a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advertisement Two:&lt;/strong&gt; A young man repeatedly chooses a big juicy taco over the invitation to score with willing and available girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advertisement Three:&lt;/strong&gt; Another young man is being observed in a laboratory environment. He is offered the pick between a delicious cheeseburger and a gorgeous, sexually-available wench. Overcome with his good luck, the boy gasps, "You mean I get to chose between a girl and a burger?"  After a moment of suspense, he picks the girl. One of the lab observers turns to the other, and remarks, "What an anomaly! -- no one's ever done that before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome to the new breed of healthy young men who rate sex way beneath their other appetites. In this brave new world, girls are a pain, a disappointment, and rather dangerous to the soul. Self-preserving boys would rather be satisfied with a brew and bit of beef than an erotic tide of reckless passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Advertising agencies are capitalizing on our current generation's penchant for irony -- and yet there's a kernel of authentic confession in each of these promotions. There are lots of guys today who have sexually retreated, or soured on the mating game altogether, and you don't have to search out "Miller Time" or Taco Bell to find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Traditionally -- say, since the dawn of sexual stereotypes -- men have been the ones who were horny all the time, thinking with the little head instead of the big one; a heterosexual fool for Chantilly Lace and a pretty face.  It was women who were supposed to say "no," who  put the brakes on erotic interest in favor of their virtue or climb to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman who made an ass of herself over a sexual affair wasn't unheard of -- but she learned her lesson quickly, with a quick "Rules Girl" kick in the pants to join the feminine ranks of the sexually-reserved and pseudo-chaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When feminists and sex researchers started talking about women's sexuality in the 1960s, it became clear that one reason women didn't feel connected to their sexual self interest was because so many of them had never had sexual satisfaction to begin with. Finally, many liberated women spoke up, admitting that they'd never had an orgasm, and didn't know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sex is the one area men are supposed to excel in, by default. Their penis is so obviously "there"; their masturbation practice practically demands itself. They get an added helping of testosterone, and the same amount of encouragement to be virile that girls get to be virgins.&lt;br /&gt;So when we see men today, non-plussed with sexual companionship, is it because they too, are losing their orgasmic pleasure, or because they lack desire altogether?&lt;br /&gt;Let me make a brief caveat that this is not the experience of the majority, but the fact that it even exists as a tiny trend is noteworthy, because it is such a departure from the past. Sure, there are still plenty of horny men who will bark like a dog to get laid, but the big news is that so many young men in particular, are as ambivalent about sex as any pre-orgasmic housewife ever was. Some say that relief from their desire is a thing to envy.&lt;br /&gt;These men say that (a) having erections is not automatic, (b) sexual pleasure can be elusive, and (c) having the drive to "score" is not their birthright. For some of them, coming out of the closet with their erotic alienation is a burden lifted from their balls.  That burger is looking damn good.&lt;br /&gt;The sensational event that has made so many unsatisfied men visible is the unbelievable sales of the erectile dysfunction drug, Viagra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what's so interesting about Viagra is the number of pills being popped for performance enhancement, not erectile dysfunction. Viagra in this case is used like a one-night insurance policy, a facsimile of a porn-star experience. These users aim for sexual performance the way they never had it. These aren't men looking for dreams of youth, they're youth who've discovered sex, in the prime of their lives, to be disappointing and even humiliating, because their penis didn't "behave" the way they believe it's supposed to, or because the pleasure it afforded them seemed less than the hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They aren't doing it for a thrill, they're using the drug to defend their reputations and their lovers' expectations. They know they're expected to produce wood, on contact, and that it won't be pretty if they can't. They fear their lover will feel scorned and unappreciated, and the backlash might get ugly. This anxiety is what promotes their use of Viagra, not their search for ecstatic sex. Not a very erotic or romantic picture, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why is sex problematic for men now, when such a "problem" was only women's in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Sex research about men's erection dysfunction is woefully inadequate -- and Pfizer, Viagra's manufacturer, isn't sharing their trade insights. Instead, what we have is the gossip that has affected many American bedrooms. Ask a single woman who's dating -- and you're likely to get a story from her about how men aren't as sexually yearning, or as aggressive as they used to be. Are they shy, or is it something more? Chastity pledge blues or Paxil script? Ask the married woman who says she doesn't get it on with her husband at all without a dose of "V" in advance.  And as for the porn industry- well, don't even ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most alarming possibility as to why cocks are sagging is that something poisonous is in our water -- or our air, or our food -- you take your pick. Anyone who watches the cancer epidemic we're living in, or who takes a look at dropping fertility rates, has had the distinct nightmare that the human race has ensured its own destruction by creating our own ecological putsch.&lt;br /&gt;The silver lining is  the sensitivity argument, which would be a kind alternative: that men have had it with women's inane stereotypes about their bodies and minds. After all, men can be turned on without erections; they can achieve orgasm without a raging hard-on, and their emotions and minds are just as tied to their cock as any woman is to her clit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many men are exasperated with women thinking that boys can be satisfied with a warm hole and a squeeze. These are the guys who appreciate their own sense of foreplay, they dream of being seduced, and they want to be treated like an individual between the sheets instead of a stroke-by-numbers cartoon. I like this theory as a philosophy, and its feminist impulses. But physically, I don't think it explains our current predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My chief indictment at present, the one we can prove, is Pharmaceutical Abuse. Many of America's favorite medicines depress the libido, and ironically, the most notorious ones are used to treat depression. Prozac, Zoloft, Paxil, and all the rest have made a lot of people feel "happy" at the expense of feeling horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desire, along with sadness, anger, and other deep feelings, don't feel so pressing anymore with the new mood levelers. Men and women who got rid of their depression have told me that they miss their sex drive, but they find their new contentment to be enough compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What saddens me is that a person would have to choose between their sexual passion and their will to live -- we used to think of those emotions as being part of the same joie de vivre.&lt;br /&gt;And what infuriates me is that young people are being treated with this crap as if their libidos were expendable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advertisement Number 4:&lt;/strong&gt; A group of buddies have gathered at one member's house to watch the big football game. They don't understand where their pal "Doug" is -- he hasn't arrived yet, and they know him to be a true fan. Everyone one of these guys is in their 20s and 30s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The story cuts to Doug, coming home with groceries and a bouquet of flowers in his arms. He busies himself about the house -- making dinner, plumping pillows -- to delight his wife, who steps in from work a few minutes later. She is utterly enchanted with him, and the music swells with their desire.  A voice-over breaks in to tell us how many men don't realize what erectile dysfunction is, or how common it is, and what can be done to treat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, back at the football party, we see the dudes shaking their heads and worrying about Doug's no-show. But now we realize, that this is not just a bunch of sports fans -- they're a room of guys who haven't been laid in ages, and it's their decision to refrain from the marriage bed, not their wives'. Pfizer's name flashes on the screen, and the narrator encourages us to contact our physician and ask for details. The name "Viagra" is never mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find the spectacle of men's declining sexual self-interest disturbing. I never would have guessed that this would be the threat I'd be confronting thirty years after the modern gender liberation movement began. I'm an advocate for men being sexually sensitive and discriminating, but what I see in the erotic arena is mostly men who feel disconnected from their bodies, from the "dating game," and who feel terribly pessimistic that anything is going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like women who pine for an erotic revelation, they will often cherish romantic dreams of a "Princess Charming," a lover whose innocent gaze and mind-reading touch would deliver them from their despair and disconnection. Until then, that bit of beef and brew are looking better all the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-8683323452952504463?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8683323452952504463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=8683323452952504463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/8683323452952504463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/8683323452952504463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-all-about-sex-d.html' title='It&apos;s all about sex :D'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-7611127143779163150</id><published>2007-01-01T15:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:14:15.946+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sassy Girl...</title><content type='html'>Watched my sassy girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find it similar to someone's relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his, her, mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't say. somone's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understood? no? great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-7611127143779163150?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7611127143779163150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=7611127143779163150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/7611127143779163150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/7611127143779163150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-sassy-girl.html' title='My Sassy Girl...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-6078792512992860554</id><published>2006-12-27T16:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T16:12:37.263+09:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD BLOG!</title><content type='html'>I tried browsing back to my first posts in this blog and noticed the big difference between my old posts and my current posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY OLD POSTS ARE BETTER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost: 150 Mana,&lt;br /&gt;Casting: Resurrect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say for now is.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend warned me not to be too close to this girl because im on the verge  breaking this girl's  3-year long relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...relationship. IM OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-6078792512992860554?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6078792512992860554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=6078792512992860554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/6078792512992860554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/6078792512992860554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/old-blog.html' title='OLD BLOG!'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116589136308472140</id><published>2006-12-12T11:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:42:43.096+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Downdate</title><content type='html'>I am pretty much saddened by the fact that... &lt;br /&gt;almost no one updates their blog now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mej,&lt;br /&gt;Trini,&lt;br /&gt;Renei (semi-hiatus)&lt;br /&gt;Jonel (coming back, but meh)&lt;br /&gt;Espi&lt;br /&gt;Ilu (One of the best blogs ever)&lt;br /&gt;Hershey&lt;br /&gt;Jay&lt;br /&gt;Andie&lt;br /&gt;Lutz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT! That's everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except Trox (flushes my lj friends page with her two blogS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pretty much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even im semi-dead :(&lt;br /&gt;is everyone too busy to blog now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116589136308472140?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116589136308472140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116589136308472140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116589136308472140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116589136308472140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/downdate.html' title='Downdate'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116584617967017123</id><published>2006-12-11T23:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:09:39.693+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4718/1373/1600/815567/vain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4718/1373/320/665094/vain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So vain. She looks at the mirror 24/7. Grabs her cameraphone whenever she feels pretty. ands an extra hour to the 24-hour day just to give herself to look at herself on the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i the only one who wakes up, takes a bath, and never looks at the mirror for the whole day? (sometimes i dont brush at the bathroom sink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the only one who's smart enough not to look at the mirror because you'll just say, "OMG YOU'RE UGLY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really. looking at the mirror just aint my thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116584617967017123?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116584617967017123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116584617967017123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116584617967017123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116584617967017123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/vanity.html' title='Vanity'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116572429467820627</id><published>2006-12-10T13:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T13:18:21.196+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Q: What is the shortest chapter in the Bible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Psalms 117 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the longest chapter in the Bible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Psalms 119 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Which chapter is in the center of the Bible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Psalms 118 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: There are 594 chapters before Psalms 118 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: There are 594 chapters after Psalms 118 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add these numbers up and you get 1188 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  What is the center verse in the Bible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Psalms 118:8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Does this verse say something significant about God's perfect will for our lives? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time someone says they would like to find &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's perfect will for their lives and that they want to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be in the center of His will, just send them to the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;center of His Word! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 118:8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't that odd how this worked out (or was God in the center of it)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever counted all those verses must be bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116572429467820627?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116572429467820627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116572429467820627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116572429467820627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116572429467820627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/q-what-is-shortest-chapter-in-bible.html' title=''/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116484953206437515</id><published>2006-11-30T09:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:23:03.156+09:00</updated><title type='text'>out of boredom</title><content type='html'>I was very bored so i decided to google image.... Alik (along with other friends with weird name, but i wont bother talking about their pictures here). Hell, did it give me a knack. I was laughing my ass off to see the "Alik" faces of the world. I ended up to one conclusion: THEY ARE ALL GODDAMN UGLY. (Except the dogs named alik... and yes, there are [note to maria: See, if you named your dog alik instead of maui.. it'll be cuter!])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i decided to google image... Alikitty (that's what some people call me here)... DONT DARE GOOGLE IMAGE ALIKITTY IF YOUR NAME IS RENEI or MEJ. I repeat. DONT DARE GOOGLE IMAGE ALIKITTY IF YOUR NAME IS RENEI OR MEJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i tried a deeper search of alikitt"ies" in the world.. and ended up having these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://x10.xanga.com/374b47110743145105852/z30474529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://x10.xanga.com/374b47110743145105852/z30474529.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/24/66617856_43e69a4bf4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/66617856_43e69a4bf4.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/31/66617858_c96420ce55.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/66617858_c96420ce55.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this fatasses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://myspace-964.vo.llnwd.net/00424/46/91/424621964_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://myspace-964.vo.llnwd.net/00424/46/91/424621964_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makai.tripod.com/fri/alikitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://makai.tripod.com/fri/alikitty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha! TAKTE. I thought Alik was unique... until i saw the 9242178041 alik faces in the world... and then i thought alikitty wouldbe unique.. guess im still wrong... WAIT. alikation is!! WOOHOO!! Coooolness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116484953206437515?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116484953206437515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116484953206437515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116484953206437515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116484953206437515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/out-of-boredom.html' title='out of boredom'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116481975485393528</id><published>2006-11-30T01:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T02:02:34.966+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of deleting this blog since this is full of painful memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT PAINFUL MEMORIES? BWAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup readers... akala niyo buburahin ko to? NO WAY. Sexy ata to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this has been happening to my life for the past few days (weeks) that i have not been updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm "floating" now in my job. They send me to different departments cuz they say i can do it. NO RAISE THO. FREAKING CHEAP PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We're transferring homes. But still in Illinois. I'd be paying the monthly utility bills, interney, cable and phone line. Aside from that, my parents are getting $1000++ from me for furnitures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I stopped training for marathon and parkour (parkour?? search @ youtube). I'm going back to the thing Mej and I do when stressed. Yoga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My Dota Team keeps on getting default victories since our opponents are too gay to fight us. We're moving up the ladder to the finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Disregard the post na magpapagwapo ako. I decided not to. I cut my ugly hair, and everyone said i look attractive.... and i got pissed. maybe looking good just isn't the thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm looking for a new job with a higher pay. $8++ is just too low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm still not interested in having a new love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) As a matter of fact, i think my encounter with Camille would be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) To Mej: Renei is my friend. Don't confuse her as the next Camille (or Jess as you want to put it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)I'm stil waiting YOUR (Renei's) reply for my alternative gift for Brokeback mountain. I give you 48 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I'm amongst one of the lucky 40,000 people who grabbed a Ps3... and sold it for a cheap value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I'm buying Nintendo Wii for my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I MIGHT be going home this summer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) OMG I have sooooo many thoughts running inside my head on which to postttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Winter's Coming. I dont have winter stuff yet. How lazy could i be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116481975485393528?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116481975485393528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116481975485393528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116481975485393528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116481975485393528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116323033669598717</id><published>2006-11-11T16:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:32:16.706+09:00</updated><title type='text'>click it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nodwick.humor.gamespy.com/cats/cats.htm"&gt; PORN &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just click it! go! go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. (especially to renei) it's not really porn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116323033669598717?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116323033669598717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116323033669598717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116323033669598717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116323033669598717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/click-it.html' title='click it'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116285882896458571</id><published>2006-11-07T09:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:20:28.980+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta-DA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/994/593/400/takeit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/994/593/400/takeit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116285882896458571?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116285882896458571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116285882896458571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116285882896458571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116285882896458571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/ta-da.html' title='Ta-DA'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116258864346760205</id><published>2006-11-04T06:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T06:17:23.483+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Job, Math, Men and Women in one post!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, Think about what will i will post... Sometimes, my brain just want to post anything. lolol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romance Mathemathics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + Smart woman = Romance&lt;br /&gt;Smart Man + Dumb Woman = Affair&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Man + Smart Woman = Marriage&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Office Arithmetic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart boss + Smart employee = profit&lt;br /&gt;Smart Boss + Dumb employee = production&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Boss + Smart Employee = Promotion&lt;br /&gt;DUmb Boss + Dumb Employee = Overtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopping Math&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will pay $20 for a %10 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay $10 fora $20 item she doesn't need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General Equations And Statistics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;A sucessful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;br /&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Longevity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marrioed men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot more willling to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;propensity to change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't&lt;br /&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change.... but she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discussion Technique&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any arguement.&lt;br /&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new arguemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to stop people from bugging you about getting married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me and cackling while saying, "You're next iho". They stopped after I satarted saying the same thing in funerals! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE?&lt;br /&gt;truueee!Q\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116258864346760205?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116258864346760205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116258864346760205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116258864346760205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116258864346760205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-job-math-men-and-women-in-one.html' title='Love, Job, Math, Men and Women in one post!'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116223853779971607</id><published>2006-10-31T05:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T05:02:17.826+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Love... Love... will come my way :D</title><content type='html'>"I've noticed that many of the blogs I've been reading lately possess the never out-dated theme of LOVE - usually the forsaken kind. Many of us, specially during this stage of our lives, are still searching for the 'right one' or if not the right one, at least someone fairly satisfactory, or for extrememly desperate &amp; impatient ones, practically anyone, just to fill in the emptiness of being alone - of not having a better half. Pathetic as the later one may seem, it is undeniably in the nature of every being to complete oneself, as if two contrasting puzzle pieces find the need to perfectly fit for each other to create that one magnificent image. The problem is, for many of us, is on finding that one puzzle piece among the myriad of other pieces - some persisting to fit and the ones we chose, resisting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I had an intimate discussion with Karol and Bart about love. For obvious reasons,the topic of love never fails to ignite entusiasm in us and I think it goes for everyone as well. One can never have too much of it. Karol gave a sermon(priest-to-be ba ito?:P) on waiting. He told us about an inspiring article he read on how waiting plays a vital role in not only finding love but generally with life. Just as he promised, he sent us the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sacrament Of Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Fr. James Donelan, S.J. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English poet John Milton wrote that those who serve only also stand and wait. I think I would go further and say that those who wait render the highest form of service. Waiting requires more discipline, more self-control and emotional maturity, more unshakable faith in our cause, more unwavering hope in the future, more sustaining love in our hearts that all the greatest deeds of deering-do go by the name of action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is a mystery - a natural sacrament of life - there is a meaning hidden in all the times we have to wait. It must be an important mystery because there is so much waiting in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is filled with those little moments of waiting (testing our patience and our nerves, schooling us in self-control.) We wait for meals to be served, for a letter to arrive, for a friend to call or show up for a date. We wait in line at cinemas and theaters, concerts and circuses. Our airline terminals, railway stations and bus depots are great temples of waiting filled with men and women who wait in joy for the arrival of a loved one - or wait in sadness to say goodbye and give the last wave of hand. We wait for springs to come - or autumn - for the rains to begin and stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we wait for ourselves to grow from childhood to maturity. We wait for those inner voices that tell us when we are ready for the next stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait for graduation, for our first job, our first promotion. We wait for success and recognition. We wait to grow up - to reach the stage where we make our own decisions. We cannot remove this waiting from our lives. It is a part of the tapestry of living - the fabric in which the threads are woven to tell the story of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet current philosophies would have us forget the need to wait "grab all the gusto you can get." So reads one of America's greatest beer ads - get it now! Instant pleasure, instant transcendence. Do not wait for anything. Life is short - eat, drink and be merry because tomorrow you will die. And so they rationalize us into accepting unlicensed and irresponsible freedom - pre-marital sex and extra marital affairs - they warn against attachments and commitments - against expecting anything of anybody, or allowing them to expect anything of us - against dropping any anchors in the currents of our life that will cause us to hold and wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be the correct prescription for pleasure - but even that is fleeting and doubtful - what was it Shakespeare said about the mad pursuit of pleasure - "Past reason hunted, and once had, past reason hated." Not if we wish to be real human beings, spirit as well as flesh, soul as well as heart, we have to learn to wait. For if we never learn to wait, we will never learn to love someone other than ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of all waiting means waiting for someone else. It is a mystery, brushing by our face everyday like a stray wind of leaf falling from a tree. Anyone who has loved knows how much waiting goes into it - how much waiting is important for love to grow, to flourish through a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this? Why can we not have it right now what we so desperately want and need? Why must we wait - two years, three years - and seemingly waste so much time? You might as well ask why a tree should take so long to bear fruit - the seed to flower - carbon to change to diamond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no simple answer - no more than there is to life's other demands - having to say goodbye to someone you love because either you or they have made other commitments; or because they have to grow and find the meaning of their own lives - having yourself to leave home and loved ones to find your own path - good-byes, like waiting, are also sacraments of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we know is that growth - the budding, the flowering of love needs patient waiting. We have to give each other a time to grow. There is no way we can make someone else truly love us or we them, except through time. So we give each other that mysterious gift of waiting - of being present without asking demands and rewards. There is nothing harder to do than this. It truly tests the depth and sincerity of our love. But there is life in the gift we give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lovers wait for each other - until they can see things the same way - or let each other freely see things in quite different ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when lovers hurt each other and cannot regain the balance of intimacy of the way they were. They have to wait - in silence - but still present to each other - until the pain subsides to an ache and then only a memory and the threads of the tapestry can be woven together again in a single love story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we lose when we refuse to wait; when we try to find shortcuts through life - when we try to incubate love and rush blindly and foolishly into a commitment we are neither mature nor responsible enough to assume? We lose the hope of truly loving or of being loved. Think of all the great love stories of history and literature - isn't it of their very essence that they are filled with this strange but common mystery - that waiting is part of the substance - the basic fabric against which the story of that true love is written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we ever find either life or true love if we are too impatient to wait for it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116223853779971607?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116223853779971607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116223853779971607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116223853779971607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116223853779971607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-love-will-come-my-way-d.html' title='Love... Love... will come my way :D'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116211083563447231</id><published>2006-10-29T18:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T18:33:55.646+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm loving it.</title><content type='html'>There is no reason to move on. I still enjoy blinding myself with cruel fantasy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still hoping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends?&lt;br /&gt;can you talk to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116211083563447231?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116211083563447231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116211083563447231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116211083563447231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116211083563447231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-loving-it.html' title='I&apos;m loving it.'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116185044099712837</id><published>2006-10-26T17:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:16:56.856+09:00</updated><title type='text'>So True!</title><content type='html'>So hard to learn it&lt;br /&gt;to accept it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/1600/learned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/320/learned.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn, i guess i have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116185044099712837?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116185044099712837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116185044099712837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116185044099712837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116185044099712837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-true.html' title='So True!'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116122460000505249</id><published>2006-10-19T11:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:23:20.020+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What i found in jonel and jay's bag in my first year</title><content type='html'>iM sure you're not too shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/1600/gay.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/320/gay.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116122460000505249?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116122460000505249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116122460000505249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116122460000505249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116122460000505249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-i-found-in-jonel-and-jays-bag-in.html' title='What i found in jonel and jay&apos;s bag in my first year'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116105113240592495</id><published>2006-10-17T09:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T11:16:48.260+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My "DREAM" life</title><content type='html'>When I was in the Philippines, I always like to say that im a class loser/loner/snob.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime there's a party, I try to serparate myself from the crowd and be alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes cuz i want to be a loner. I  think it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Alas, Alas, what can i do? I have friends? "ALIK, halika nga rito! Alik, tang ina wag ka nga pa star sumama ka, alik, feeling loner etc etc etc..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i can't be the "loner" that i want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW, that i'm here in the states. NOW, that no one knows me..&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;can&lt;br /&gt;live&lt;br /&gt;my dream!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became the school snob.&lt;br /&gt;P1: "Hey what's up?"&lt;br /&gt;Alik: (Stares at you, picks up bag and leaves) [mej says this is not snob. pagiging bastos daw to. well. true.&lt;br /&gt;P2: "Hey what's the answer to number two?"&lt;br /&gt;Alik: (Gives the no idea look) [di ko talaga alam! HAHA!]&lt;br /&gt;P3: "Aren't you my english classmate?"&lt;br /&gt;Alik: "Maybe" (She is)&lt;br /&gt;P4: "HI ALIK!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Alik: HI BLOCKMATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... of course im not snob/loner all the time. Just when I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;US = very individualistic... so kahit di mo kilala, kakausapin ka...&lt;br /&gt;like last wedneday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario:&lt;br /&gt;Outside School Builduing, Night time, VERY COLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was smoking alone in the dark when this guy came stomping and kicking everything he comes across with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown guy: DUDE THIS LIFE SUCKS LIKE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;ALik: Yeah. I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;Unknown guy: Can you hand me your lighter?&lt;br /&gt;Alik: (scared of snobbing him...) [tosses lighter]&lt;br /&gt;Unknown guy: (Seeing that i almost finished my stick) want some?&lt;br /&gt;Alik: I don't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Unkown guy: Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Alik: Relax bud.&lt;br /&gt;Unknown guy: Dude, do you have a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Alik: Hate girls.&lt;br /&gt;Unknown guy: You should.&lt;br /&gt;Alik: So what's your pathetic reason?&lt;br /&gt;Unkown guy: Dude, this girlfriend of mine is so annoying&lt;br /&gt;Alik: What's new?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown guy: Dude, he wants me to be with her wherever she goes. She wants me to call her every night. She wants to see me everyday. Whenever I wanna go out with my friends or do something i want to do alone, she always wanna tag along. She... like... wants to be with me ALL THE TIME. SHe is so fucking selfish. What am i her possession?&lt;br /&gt;Alik: Ha... ha...&lt;br /&gt;Unkown guy: Fucker what's so funny?&lt;br /&gt;Alik: Or possibly that's just how much she loves you. At least she loves you. Maybe try loving her back more? That would work (Puffs)&lt;br /&gt;Unknown guy: [awkward silence from this noisy, grumpy guy]&lt;br /&gt;Alik: Then again, never listen to Mr. Know-it-all. He's almost always wrong. [puffs, throws cigarette]. Guess i better get going before you get hysterical again.&lt;br /&gt;Unknown guy: Going home?&lt;br /&gt;Alik: No. away from you. Don't want to have relationship talks for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Unkown guy: said something&lt;br /&gt;Alik: [didn't hear what he said. didn't bother to look back or ask]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. yeah, partially nagsalita rin ako dahil im smoking. it makes one condusive to talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my point? don't worry my friends. I STILL KNOW how to conversate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want a car on my birthday. All i want on my birthday is you to be there.... but i guess i can't have it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116105113240592495?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116105113240592495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116105113240592495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116105113240592495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116105113240592495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-dream-life.html' title='My &quot;DREAM&quot; life'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116082250080298755</id><published>2006-10-14T19:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T19:41:40.816+09:00</updated><title type='text'>where it came from?</title><content type='html'>all of a sudden. this popped out while i was chatting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueblanket.net/Steph/Make/Visual/Perfect/"&gt; ewww &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116082250080298755?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116082250080298755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116082250080298755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116082250080298755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116082250080298755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-it-came-from.html' title='where it came from?'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116044507788733416</id><published>2006-10-10T10:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:57:02.743+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me tell you a story...</title><content type='html'>They said&lt;br /&gt;it was like&lt;br /&gt;a telenovela...&lt;br /&gt;a life seen inside boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A show&lt;br /&gt;that's enjoyable to WATCH.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A show&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;sucks&lt;br /&gt;if&lt;br /&gt;you're&lt;br /&gt;the goddamn&lt;br /&gt;character&lt;br /&gt;in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila...&lt;br /&gt;pang telenobela raw kami........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa telenobela.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagkakabalikan sila kahit sa matagal na paghihiwalay&lt;br /&gt;sa telenobela..&lt;br /&gt;totoo ang pantasya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we ran out of budget. No more telenovela. Hello real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck Jiz. I'll support you all the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116044507788733416?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116044507788733416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116044507788733416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116044507788733416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116044507788733416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/let-me-tell-you-story.html' title='Let me tell you a story...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-116037044653129158</id><published>2006-10-09T14:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T14:07:26.543+09:00</updated><title type='text'>guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/1600/lalala.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/320/lalala.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-116037044653129158?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116037044653129158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=116037044653129158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116037044653129158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/116037044653129158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/guess.html' title='guess'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115983724152186662</id><published>2006-10-03T09:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T10:00:41.620+09:00</updated><title type='text'>JAY, FUCK YOU and read this..</title><content type='html'>You know Jay, it's been a while since I have been Mr. Reality, and it sucks because when i read your posts...somehow,,,they fucking woke him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phaseshift for 10 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Jay, I'm Mr. Reality.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sure that you have already heard that when it comes to love I'm the suckiest person alive..&lt;br /&gt;You should know too that I "dodged" every single love attempt that came into my life, (except for the last one, which caused my death/long time sleep)....&lt;br /&gt;and in that last one. I sucked too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;it's a little safe to click the X button on the topleft corner of this window.. for the next few texts you'll read are nothing but nonsense....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay,...&lt;br /&gt;1) READ THE SITUATION. If you can't read cuz you're blind, use braille system.&lt;br /&gt;2) IF YOU'RE LOSING, RETREAT. Why would you freaking fight if you're losing? (Is it because of, "Oh well, at least i tried" shit?). Guess what. hindi ka german soldier sa world war 2. Go to the fountain of life, heal your HP and Mana, THEN think of a perfect strategy. You can' think of a perfect strategy while you're losing in the battlefield. you'll just die. your only chance of win is if he's pudge and he turns on rot while you're a ranged hero attacking him from a distance. What's the chance? low. are you willing to take it? IF yes, you're just as stupid as that pudge. After thinking and you think there's no way to win. Quit Game. Don't waste your time. Rest for a while or start a new game (i prefer rest).&lt;br /&gt;3) IF YOU'RE WINNING, GO GET THAT KILL. You get tons of experience points and 100 gold for hero bounty, and ++gold for extra hero bounty. But other than that, you feel the sensation of winning that battle. NOTHING'S WORTH LIKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;4) IF IT LOOOKS LIKE A 50-50 SITUATION... Know whether you're winning or losing, then follow step 2 or 3. That's the most logic thing to do. If it's going down the wire and it's really undeterminable, it's up to you to take the risk.&lt;br /&gt;5) CHEAT YOUR WAY TO VICTORY. If needed. chances are, you're losing because your opponents are cheating you. By that, i don't mean that you should type "whosyourdaddy". By that, i mean that you should get wiley. . . . . whosyourdaddy works too. but i dont know if you want to win that way.&lt;br /&gt;6) IF YOU REALLY CAN'T GET OUT IN A LOSING BATTLEFIELD, RELAX. Panicking, Crying, Bitching won't help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. JAY, this is level 1 MR. Reality.. kakagising lang eh. nakatatawa pa sa simula yan.. pero pagtagal... ehem... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patulugin mo na ulit, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUICE &lt;- OMG I MISS THIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115983724152186662?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115983724152186662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115983724152186662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115983724152186662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115983724152186662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/jay-fuck-you-and-read-this.html' title='JAY, FUCK YOU and read this..'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115983485482651691</id><published>2006-10-03T09:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T10:38:36.916+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Langya</title><content type='html'>Langyang Jessica yan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatawag para kumanta.. para mang-asar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the feeling is gone&lt;br /&gt;please don't pretend that you still love me&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes and it hurts to admit it&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell that the feeling is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i ask is just a little honestly&lt;br /&gt;Though i know that you're not coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;You know i'll do anything to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;But i just have to let you know&lt;br /&gt;If the feeling is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is sadness in your smile&lt;br /&gt;Though it try to conceive it&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell if the feeling is gone&lt;br /&gt;All i ask is just a little honestly&lt;br /&gt;Though i know that you're not coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;You know i'll do anything to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;But i just have to let you know&lt;br /&gt;If the feeling is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i ask is just a little honestly&lt;br /&gt;Though i know that you're not coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;You know i'll do anything to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;But i just have to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I just have to let you know If the feeling is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit nakaka-asar? SINTUNADO. SINTUNADO NANAMAN NIYANG KINANTE BWISET. WHY DID I GET THIS SIM CARD GODDMNIT. (or why did i give my stupid number?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. this time di na ako na-inlab sa kanta niya. dun lang sa&lt;br /&gt;"you had a bad day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i saw this in my english classmates notebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Next Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life, I'm a woman.&lt;br /&gt;In my next life, I'd like to come back as a bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're a bear,&lt;br /&gt;you get to hibernate.&lt;br /&gt;You do nothing&lt;br /&gt;but sleep for six months.&lt;br /&gt;I could deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you hibernate,&lt;br /&gt;you're supposed to eat yourself stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I could deal with that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're a girl bear,&lt;br /&gt;you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts)&lt;br /&gt;while you're sleeping&lt;br /&gt;and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs.&lt;br /&gt;I could definitely deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a mama bear,&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows you mean business.&lt;br /&gt;You swat anyone who bothers your cubs.&lt;br /&gt;If your cubs get out of line,&lt;br /&gt;you swat them too.&lt;br /&gt;I could deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a bear,&lt;br /&gt;your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling.&lt;br /&gt;He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs&lt;br /&gt;and excess body fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP . . . I'm gonna be a bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115983485482651691?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115983485482651691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115983485482651691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115983485482651691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115983485482651691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/langya.html' title='Langya'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115978057029827767</id><published>2006-10-02T18:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T18:16:10.310+09:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;jacqui&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115978057029827767?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115978057029827767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115978057029827767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115978057029827767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115978057029827767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115907648789612433</id><published>2006-09-24T14:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T14:41:45.293+09:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blogger</title><content type='html'>is very very very very sick :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115907648789612433?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115907648789612433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115907648789612433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115907648789612433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115907648789612433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-blogger.html' title='This Blogger'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115880428623627943</id><published>2006-09-21T11:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:04:46.286+09:00</updated><title type='text'>my reply...</title><content type='html'>My aunt told me last night,&lt;br /&gt;"bakit paulit-ulit bang kailangang sabihin sa iyo? ano na nangyari sa kasabihang, 'you only need to tell the wise man once' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to then, i gave her my infamous sarcastic smile, and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sorry aunt, i'm not wise. just wiley."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course that fumed her. i need to buy her something to soothe her :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115880428623627943?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115880428623627943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115880428623627943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115880428623627943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115880428623627943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-reply.html' title='my reply...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115880178165494435</id><published>2006-09-21T10:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:23:01.740+09:00</updated><title type='text'>things math do</title><content type='html'>i started to hum an familiar tune during calc class...&lt;br /&gt;and began singing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive and drive&lt;br /&gt;but i reach nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I tried to cry&lt;br /&gt;but tears did not fall&lt;br /&gt;im chained in menacles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help Me&lt;br /&gt;Help Me&lt;br /&gt;But Who will If I can't&lt;br /&gt;Help Me&lt;br /&gt;Help Me&lt;br /&gt;I can't even help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fly&lt;br /&gt;can't even jump&lt;br /&gt;I tried to scream&lt;br /&gt;no voice came out&lt;br /&gt;Im trapped in a bird's cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help Me&lt;br /&gt;Help Me&lt;br /&gt;But Who will if I can't&lt;br /&gt;Help Me&lt;br /&gt;Help Me&lt;br /&gt;I can't even help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing this song for me&lt;br /&gt;But i can't even hear it&lt;br /&gt;I made this song for me&lt;br /&gt;But it won't come near me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a man trapped in&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on singing this until i saw my seatmate giving me a "killer look".&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this song is one of the funniest songs made in our music class in high school. I made it actually. it was so stupidly done, and gave our class one hell of a laugh (of course with the help of the "heLP ME" singing part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. j-boys ang makakagets&lt;br /&gt;especially raf, trini, nas, jose, espi, espe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have a funny dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i visited (again!) the philippines and chilled with p4 buddies.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was there. i think. and andie was between me and camille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camille and i kept on giving crazy glances towards each other while laughing at someone telling series of jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means either (which applies to both of us):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Di mo ba ako kakausapin?&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;2) Wag mo ko subukang kausapin! Naku, baket ka ba andito, ayaw kita makita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happened for like twenty minutes, glancing at each other for ever 1-2 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my phone alarmed which woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;im surprised it's charged. i havn't touched that in... months...&lt;br /&gt;(as usual, i said to myself, "may epal na naman sa panaginip ko. ano nanaman ginawa ko at napaganinipan ko yung taong yun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i found out that it's my cousin's bday so it alarmed...&lt;br /&gt;when i turned it off.. i saw my wallpaper.. it's me and her.&lt;br /&gt;i threw my cellphone to the hamper (of reason, i have no idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i started not thinking about her again..&lt;br /&gt;until i was taking a shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to cough (and almost vomit) as i sensed something stuck in my throat... i kept on coughing (and the vomiting shit)... I thought i was going to die... i had difficutly in breathing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until&lt;br /&gt;GOD KNOWS HOW IT WENT THERE... i found a hair in my throat!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;which reminded me shortly afterwards that i almost always *accidentally (YES. di ko sinasadya) eat her hair.. oh my god. what did i do to her para hanggang ngayon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;chat time..&lt;br /&gt;wow.. so many people online. i didnt even bother looking at the "babae" section as i quickly double clicked jonel and lutz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jonel: comfort mo ex mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE ONE JONEL. kaya nga di ko tiningnan yung babae section eh. nice one ka talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i messaged her....&lt;br /&gt;no reply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im pretty certain she was there since she changed status...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO SUM THINGS  UP: I FOUND THE ANSWER TO MY DREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the option #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEHES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115880178165494435?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115880178165494435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115880178165494435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115880178165494435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115880178165494435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-math-do.html' title='things math do'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115880013867047250</id><published>2006-09-21T09:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:56:34.123+09:00</updated><title type='text'>to jay and lutz</title><content type='html'>remember that we always complain about t-th about having 1.30 of math?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 2.30 of math...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought the most expensive pillow ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a $191 calculus w/ applied trig book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115880013867047250?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115880013867047250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115880013867047250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115880013867047250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115880013867047250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-jay-and-lutz.html' title='to jay and lutz'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115863167036908698</id><published>2006-09-19T11:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:07:50.380+09:00</updated><title type='text'>alik</title><content type='html'>^--- almost took home the bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do it. BOOYAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115863167036908698?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115863167036908698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115863167036908698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115863167036908698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115863167036908698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/alik.html' title='alik'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115819889235519443</id><published>2006-09-14T10:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:54:52.356+09:00</updated><title type='text'>to sofia medalla</title><content type='html'>ia!!! natatandaan mo ba yung "supposedly" candid pictures na mega halata naman (or at least to me) na kinuha mo sa amin ni cielo nung class party niyo? buhay pa ba yun? PATINGIN!!!! gusto ko makita itsura ko noon. hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115819889235519443?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115819889235519443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115819889235519443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115819889235519443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115819889235519443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-sofia-medalla.html' title='to sofia medalla'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115819866983108236</id><published>2006-09-14T10:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:51:09.843+09:00</updated><title type='text'>never again</title><content type='html'>alik will have no girlfriend until trini gets one (which is never)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115819866983108236?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115819866983108236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115819866983108236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115819866983108236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115819866983108236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/never-again.html' title='never again'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115779298974345020</id><published>2006-09-09T18:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T18:09:49.753+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not freedom</title><content type='html'>First, it choked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it handcuffed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's broken.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention to friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, yes. i was bitter about the break-up as MEJ WOULD LIKE TO PUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, im not anymore. (long time ago. wasnt really bitter anymore when i posted that thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i guess im too stupid to be bitteR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool :D. Mabuhay Calm Lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where's my chocobo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115779298974345020?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115779298974345020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115779298974345020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115779298974345020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115779298974345020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-not-freedom.html' title='It&apos;s not freedom'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115752306348606610</id><published>2006-09-06T15:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:11:03.503+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the trixter...</title><content type='html'>What Trini felt before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the  very few reasons why he started smoking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now feel the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To TRINI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are both the evil child in the family in the eyes of our parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115752306348606610?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115752306348606610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115752306348606610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115752306348606610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115752306348606610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-all-about-trixter.html' title='It&apos;s all about the trixter...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115698688330250671</id><published>2006-08-31T10:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T10:14:43.303+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Of a Bitter Man</title><content type='html'>Hahaha! Are YOU ready? CHEEEESE!!!! KESOOOO!!! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, for all those who are slow and still keep on asking, "Kayo pa ba?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's MY ANSWER. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke up on the date I consider the WORST date to break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I don't have the guts to be cheesey.. nanghihina ako everytime i think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really want to break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I said, "ok. let's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i was SOOOO HAPPY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we broke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was camille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not just someone whose name registers as "Camille Co" on my Y!M but talks coldly and without any interest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS TALKING TO CAMILLE THAT DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the freakin first time in 2 months she used a smiley.&lt;br /&gt;It was the freakin first time in 2 months she was replying to me with interest&lt;br /&gt;It was the freakin first time in 2 months she was who I fell in love with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess she wanted to break up so badly..."&lt;br /&gt;so i thought, "kung babalik si camille... kahit di kami, it's worth it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days after, same cold conversations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy lang siya.&lt;br /&gt;or/and&lt;br /&gt;Busy lang ako. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-iba na siya&lt;br /&gt;and/or&lt;br /&gt;Nag-iba ako (kaya iba na pagtingin ko sa kanya). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;is it didn't work out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i enjoyed it while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks camille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Really. can't write shit about this. nanghihina ako. ayoko na isipin pa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 2 made this entry cuz i thought it'll make me feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/punches himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that feels better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUIIIIIICEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115698688330250671?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115698688330250671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115698688330250671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115698688330250671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115698688330250671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/confessions-of-bitter-man_31.html' title='Confessions Of a Bitter Man'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115622389063208158</id><published>2006-08-22T13:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T14:18:12.893+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Of Defeat</title><content type='html'>What's the most logical thing for her to do to irritate me more after knowing where i live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! You got it right! Uninvitingly visit me... on 12 midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, your eyes didn't fool you. She visited me @ 12 midnight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 11:30 pm, when I found out that classes in the Philippines were suspended, so i hurriedly ran to the computer, logged on my Y!M, hoping to catch some of my beloved friends (and loved one, camille) online. 30 minutes passed, and camille still wasn't online so i lost the will to chat.. I abot to right click the smiley face on the bottom-right corner of the screen, when someone messaged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;????: &lt;/strong&gt;HELLO! YOU HOME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Ooookk.... Identify yourself please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;????:&lt;/strong&gt; Jess!! Who else would message you at this time of the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Geeez! How did you know my Y!M id?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jess&lt;/strong&gt;: I saw your email in your wallet and you told me that your messenger is Y!M.. i'm not stupid you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; So, Ok, Great. Why bother me at this time of the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jess:&lt;/strong&gt; For you to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jess: &lt;/strong&gt;Really. I am. I'm stealing your internet. I told you to put password in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah right. Go away thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jess: &lt;/strong&gt;I'm not going away unless you go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Not going outside with a thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jess: &lt;/strong&gt;I'm 20 metres away from the doorbell. You don't want me to wake up people there, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; You win. But I'm waiting for someone to go online. Wait there for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jess:&lt;/strong&gt; Now 10 metres.. ohh, they'll kill you if they this doorbell wake them up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;10 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jess: &lt;/strong&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;I don't believe you anyway. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jess:&lt;/strong&gt; Try looking outside&lt;br /&gt;*i walked towards the front door and tried peeping through the mirror* ... she's not lying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;I'll change clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jess: &lt;/strong&gt;You better do. I don't wanna see you in your briefs and undershirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jess: &lt;/strong&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;???? has signed off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alik has signed off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she was, with her laptop, waiting for me to go out. I was able to sneak outside without anyone noticing... lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward: I was trying to tell her to go home, but she's too stubborn. She said she's too bored and she wants to go to the park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that's the only way she'll go home, we went to the park (2 minute walk). Under an ugly moon, we sat on the swing while she kept on telling stories i don't wanna tell. I actually fell asleep while swinging. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After noticing that I fell (or was about to fall) asleep, he give me a huuuugee slap on the face, and told me never to do that again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After slapping me, she kept on babbling... such torture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After minutes of non-stop talking, she sang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, do you always do this to me? Why, couldn't you just see through me?&lt;br /&gt;How come, you act like this like you just don't care at all&lt;br /&gt;Do you expect me to believe I was the only one to fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; could feel &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; near &lt;strong&gt;you, &lt;/strong&gt;even though &lt;strong&gt;she's&lt;/strong&gt; far away&lt;br /&gt;I could feel &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; could feel &lt;strong&gt;her &lt;/strong&gt;baby, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to feel this way, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day, it's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you, tell me, are you and &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; still together?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, do you think &lt;strong&gt;you and her&lt;/strong&gt; could last forever? Tell me, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, listen to what we're not saying, let's play, a different game than what we're playing&lt;br /&gt;Try, to look at me and really see my heart&lt;br /&gt;Do you expect me to believe I'm gonna let us fall apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; could feel &lt;strong&gt;her &lt;/strong&gt;near &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, even when you're far away,&lt;br /&gt;I could feel &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; could feel &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; baby, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to feel this way, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day, it's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you, tell me, are you and &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; still together?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, you think &lt;strong&gt;you and her&lt;/strong&gt; could last forever? Tell me, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go and think about whatever you need to think about&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and dream about whatever you need to dream about&lt;br /&gt;And come back to me when you know just how you feel, you feel&lt;br /&gt;I could feel &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; could feel &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; near &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, even though &lt;strong&gt;she's&lt;/strong&gt; far away, I could feel &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; could feel &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; baby, why&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way, I need you, I need you more and more each day&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way, I need you, I need you, I need you, tell me&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way, I need you, I need you more and more each day&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way, I need you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, are you and &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; still together? Tell me, do you think &lt;strong&gt;you and her&lt;/strong&gt; could last forever? Tell me, why...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was huge silence afterwards.. I wanted to cry (but i can't. i have difficulties crying) The line, "Tell me, are you and her still together? Tell me, do you think you and her could last forever? " hit me the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sleeping again?" she said..&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... no. sorry."&lt;br /&gt;"No reactions whatsoever?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, i didn't know you have a great voice. you're pretty good actually. your voice tonight is very much the opposite during the first time we met"&lt;br /&gt;"Did you even listen to what I sang?"&lt;br /&gt;"If i didn't how could i comment that you have a great voice? Think!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big pause...&lt;br /&gt;"I actually don't know the answer to your question. Even i am confused. I love her, too much  for any words to express. heck, i should invent a word for it. Jess, i really want to see her. If Satan asks for my life today just for seeing here, I'd do. I'm crazy Jess. Very crazy. You should stay away from me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are crazy. You're of no hope Mark! See you whenever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she walked away after kicking my swing hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part:&lt;br /&gt;I found out the answer to "are you and her still together?" and "think you and her could last forever?" hours after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARN. I could've told her the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I edited the part after the song. deleted some parts... that i don't wanna read anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115622389063208158?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115622389063208158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115622389063208158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115622389063208158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115622389063208158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-of-defeat.html' title='The Day Of Defeat'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115535897673594720</id><published>2006-08-12T13:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T14:02:56.746+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Forwarding:</title><content type='html'>I'll skip the parts when Jessica frequently visited me to my work to chat, cuz that will be of a boring story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, before that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened at Burger King:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely trusting her, I deliberately left my wallet and cell phone on our table as I excused myself to the washroom. Coming back to the table after teaching my bladder who's boss, I was surprised to see her... looking at the contents of my wallet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw my stupid lisence and saved my address and phone number in her cellphone. i'm doomed. She says she'll just pay a surprise visit anytime she wants. Of course, I didn't like her intentions.. SINO BA SIYA PARA PUNTAHAN AKO! (2 free treats ain't enuff! HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so my 1-hour lunch was completely WASTED trying to convince her why it isn't wise to go to my house...&lt;br /&gt;bah...&lt;br /&gt;girls..&lt;br /&gt;they almost always get what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how stubborn of her. sarap batukan (oh wait, i did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have trusted my cp and wallet to her. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually started to think she's a ...&lt;br /&gt;what do you call that again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human smuggler? whatever.,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think happened next? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115535897673594720?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115535897673594720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115535897673594720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115535897673594720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115535897673594720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/fast-forwarding.html' title='Fast Forwarding:'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115514040882132575</id><published>2006-08-10T01:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:20:08.846+09:00</updated><title type='text'>To all (our) my fans:</title><content type='html'>Please start looking for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAZINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115514040882132575?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115514040882132575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115514040882132575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115514040882132575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115514040882132575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-all-our-my-fans.html' title='To all (our) my fans:'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115492164272767278</id><published>2006-08-07T12:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:34:02.740+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>"I never imagined that the song would haunt me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was off for two consecutive days after I met Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those two days off, one song kept rolling back and forth in my mind. MEGA LSS syndrome as i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is unusual. I know you get LSS for good songs with good voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this LSS is Jessica's! HER AWFUL SINGING kept playing again, and again, and again in my mind. I even sang it the way she sang it (her out-of-tune na sinadyang boses), which lead my cousins wondering why I'm singing so much out of tune. (they know na sintunado ako, pero NOT THAT AWFUL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even bother thinking about meeting her again (and her giving me another free lunch), 'cuz I'm too lazy find a way to see her again (besides, even if i try, it'll be futile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days-offs are over, and it's time to go back to work......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazily dragging my feet back to work, I was welcomed by "interrogations" from my co-workers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, who's Jessica?" (all their questions could be summed up to this question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How'd you know her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's been looking for you for the past two days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err, she came back here? What? Did she bother more people now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. She's just looking for you, and asks when you'll come back. Of course we can't tell because it's against the company's policy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell her i'll never come back. Tell her I was fired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-oh Mark!", my supervisor said in her Spanish accent, while pointing to someone behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard what you said Mr. ALIK!" said JEssica, as she hits the back of my head with her knuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im sueing you for physical harassment" I jokingly said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I bribe you for a Burger King lunch to withraw the case?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only if I get two whoppers with cheese, and onion rings and drinks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two whoppers without cheese, plus french fries, plus drinks only"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FINE!" you got me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great! What time is your lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Four hours from now. HAHA! I bet you ain't waiting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to leave and just come back four hours from now. BE THERE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will be. I rarely refuse a free lunch!" i laughed. (i did refuse one from renei before!) [para lang sa mga taong magsasabing... ANONG RARELY? DIBA NEVER?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"see you later then"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodluck finding me later. I may get too lazy to go to burger king!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you can't resist the whoppers. You told me when we ate at subway. haha! See ya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GRR! Fine. Just leave! How many times do you have to say 'See Ya'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As many times as possible until you say goodbye too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine. Anything to get you out of my sight. See ya! There, happy, my friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was singing the same LSS song during work the whole day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115492164272767278?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115492164272767278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115492164272767278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115492164272767278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115492164272767278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115484335665002948</id><published>2006-08-06T14:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T14:49:16.666+09:00</updated><title type='text'>..singit (from jay)</title><content type='html'>~~The Mean Test ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) smoked weed or cigs: yes&lt;br /&gt;2) consumed alcohol: YES&lt;br /&gt;3) slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex: yes &lt;br /&gt;4) slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex : YES!&lt;br /&gt;5) made out with someone of the opposite sex: yes&lt;br /&gt;6) made out with someone of the same sex: YES!&lt;br /&gt;7) had someone in your room of the opposite sex: yes&lt;br /&gt;8) watched porn: yes&lt;br /&gt;9) bought porn: yes&lt;br /&gt;10) done drugs: nope&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) taken pain killers: yes&lt;br /&gt;12) taken someone elses prescription medicine: yes&lt;br /&gt;13) lied to your parents: yes&lt;br /&gt;14) lied to a friend: yes&lt;br /&gt;15) snuck out of the house: yes&lt;br /&gt;16) done something illegal: yes&lt;br /&gt;17) cut yourself: yes&lt;br /&gt;18) hurt someone: yes&lt;br /&gt;19) wished someone to die: yes&lt;br /&gt;20) seen someone die: yes&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) missed curfew: yes&lt;br /&gt;22) stayed out all night: yes&lt;br /&gt;23) eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself: yes&lt;br /&gt;24) been to a therapist: no&lt;br /&gt;25) been to rehab: no&lt;br /&gt;26) dyed your hair: no&lt;br /&gt;27) recieved a ticket: no&lt;br /&gt;28) been in a wreck: no&lt;br /&gt;29) been to a club: yes&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) been to a wild party: yes&lt;br /&gt;32) seen the Mardi Gras: nope&lt;br /&gt;34) had a summer break in Florida: yes&lt;br /&gt;35) sniffed anything: yes&lt;br /&gt;36) wore black nail polish: yes&lt;br /&gt;37) wore arm bands: yes&lt;br /&gt;38) wore t-shirts with band names: no&lt;br /&gt;39) listened to rap: yes&lt;br /&gt;40) own a 50 cent cd: no&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) dressed gothic: yes&lt;br /&gt;42) dressed prep: yes&lt;br /&gt;43) dressed punk: yes&lt;br /&gt;44) dressed grunge: no&lt;br /&gt;45) stole something: yes&lt;br /&gt;46) been too drunk to remember anything: no&lt;br /&gt;47) blacked out: yes&lt;br /&gt;48) fainted: yes&lt;br /&gt;49) had a crush on your neighbor: no&lt;br /&gt;50) had someone sneak into your room: no &lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) snuck into someone else's room: yes&lt;br /&gt;52) had a crush on someone of the same sex: yes&lt;br /&gt;53) been to a concert: yes&lt;br /&gt;54) dry humped someone: no&lt;br /&gt;55) been called a slut: yes&lt;br /&gt;56) called someone a slut: yes&lt;br /&gt;57) installed speakers in your car: no&lt;br /&gt;58) broke a mirror: yes&lt;br /&gt;59) showered at someone of the opposites sex's house: yes&lt;br /&gt;60) brushed your teeth with someone elses toothbrush: yes&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) consider ludacris your favorite rapper: no&lt;br /&gt;62) seen an R rated movie in theaters: yes&lt;br /&gt;63) cruised the mall: yes&lt;br /&gt;64) skipped school: yes&lt;br /&gt;65) had an eating disorder: yes&lt;br /&gt;66) had an injury: yes&lt;br /&gt;67) gone to court: no (basketball court, yes)&lt;br /&gt;68) walked out of a restaurant without paying: no&lt;br /&gt;69) caught something on fire: yes&lt;br /&gt;70) lied about your age: yes. always. (even in records)&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) owned an apartment: no&lt;br /&gt;72) cheated on your boyfriend/girlfriend: no!!&lt;br /&gt;73) been cheated on: yes&lt;br /&gt;74) got in trouble with the police: always.&lt;br /&gt;75) talked to a stranger: yes&lt;br /&gt;76) hugged a stranger: stranged hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;77) kissed a stranger: no &lt;br /&gt;78) rode in the car with a stranger: yes&lt;br /&gt;79) been sexually harrassed: yes&lt;br /&gt;80) been verbally harrassed: yes&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) met face to face with someone you met online: Yes&lt;br /&gt;82) stayed online for 12 hours straight: yes&lt;br /&gt;83) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours straight: As much as i talking on the phone, yes&lt;br /&gt;84) watched tv for 12 hours straight: no&lt;br /&gt;85) been to a fair: yes&lt;br /&gt;86) been called a bad influence: yes&lt;br /&gt;87) cursed: yes&lt;br /&gt;88) prank called someone: yes&lt;br /&gt;89) laid in the bed with someone of the opposite sex: yes&lt;br /&gt;90) cheated on a test: yes (this test)&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) cheated on homework: yes&lt;br /&gt;92) recieved/given a handjob: 10000x&lt;br /&gt;93) been pushed into a pool: yes&lt;br /&gt;94) played pool: yes&lt;br /&gt;95) watched 5 hours of mtv straight: no&lt;br /&gt;96) had a crush on someone 10 years older than you: yes&lt;br /&gt;97) had a crush on someone younger: yes &lt;br /&gt;98) wear eyeliner: no&lt;br /&gt;99) skinny dipped: yes&lt;br /&gt;100) laughed at someone who was seriously hurt: yes&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 74 Cant believe you made it this far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i only made it this far after lying (is this the right sp?) to so many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-20= goodie good&lt;br /&gt;21-30= a little rebelious&lt;br /&gt;31-40= GETTING HOT BABY&lt;br /&gt;41-50= rebel&lt;br /&gt;51-60= total bad girl/boy&lt;br /&gt;61-70= bitch&lt;br /&gt;71-80= cant believe you made it this far&lt;br /&gt;81-90= bad ass&lt;br /&gt;91-100= see you in hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115484335665002948?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115484335665002948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115484335665002948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115484335665002948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115484335665002948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/singit-from-jay.html' title='..singit (from jay)'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115480276387736159</id><published>2006-08-06T02:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T03:32:44.040+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1</title><content type='html'>"It all started in a dream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another "normal" night for me... late night (or early morning) cool game of DoTa before tucking myself to bed at 4:00 am even though i have work at 7:00 am... Yeah. it's a normal routine for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, because of the inadequate time of sleeping, i rarely reach the REM stage of sleep, and thus, i rarely dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that night (morning) of July 15th (or 16th), i did have a dream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another "normal" dream from me when i came here in the U.S... me, enjoying company with my clique, having fun, and enjoying true laughter. However, after quality time together with friends, everything vanished... in a snap... I was... alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then started calling out a name... "Jessica" ("Jessica, where are you?")... who Jessica is, i don't know. (I know 2 jessicas. Jessica Flor, and Jessica Chua... fine. there are more jessicas i know but IM SURE I'm not calling for those jessicas). Again, who Jessica is, I HAVE NO CLUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she appeared out of nowhere. I found myself face-to-face with her, however, I cannot recognize who she is since her face was blurry (maybe i wasnt wearing glasses?). She then said, "I'm here idiot". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in reply, i said, "Ok, you're here. But i don't know who you are, stupid" (then i chuckleD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why were you shouting my name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have no clue. Maybe because you can lend me some money? I'm hungry!" (pati ba naman sa panaginip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait" She reaches for her pocket. A smile started to etch on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I WOKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself laughing as i wake up. I wondered why I was looking for a person named "Jessica" instead of a person named, "Camille", a person who i really want to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I better stop playing Dota late night" i said to myself, thinking it'll stop me from having stupid dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the clock. 6:00. Ample time to have a leisure bath, have my food cooked, and have myself driven to work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENARIO: WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVING NO ONE to cover my lunch, I was forced to work during my lunch and postpone it for the next hour. Hungry, I started becoming bitchy and "crazily, funnily insanily" (as my co-worker Krista always describes me)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... i heard a voice...&lt;br /&gt;SINGING... (or was trying to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause I had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;I'm taking one down &lt;br /&gt;I sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;I say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;I tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;I work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I then laughed. remembering that this was camille's song for the day as displayed in her status message one day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traced where the voice came from, and saw it was from an around 18-year old chinese girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but due to her HORRIBLE, OUT-OF-TUNE, voice, I approached her and said, "You do know that it's "You had a bad day", right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed and said, "Yes." and continued singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "You're scaring other people away, actually" Then started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, haha! It's a bad day for me, might as well spread it around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, I like your idea", and i started singing with her with my own frog-like voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then started laughing toghether, and sharing stories (while me, working. yea.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after 30 minutes or so, Kevin, a co-worker came to cover my lunch. FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye to my newly found chinese friend, as i said im going to subway to buy myself lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHe insisted on coming with me, but i refused her to tag along, "as i planned to spend my lunch eating while concentrating on finishing a sudoku puzzle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE then said, "Even if it will be my treat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm... If it's a 12-incher sub treat with drink and 3 cookies, i may think about it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"12-inchear treat with drink, but no cookies!" she said, trying to haggle... "Take it or leave it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Knowing i'm on the losing end of the haggle...) "Fine! See you at subway. I'll be there in 2 minutes. I'm going to clock out first... you win this time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then SHE DID treated me to lunch (wheee~~~~!!!!). We shared stories for an hour, and laughed at each other's stories and crazy opinions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my clock, it's been more than an hour since i clocked out.. i needed to clock back in... I bid farewell, and thanked her for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i left, i asked her name (yeah, i didnt bother to ask her name for the duration of the hour-long conversation, and she didn't too)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jessica", she said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed hard, but i didnt bother to explain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alik's mine. See ya. i really hafta go. Maybe next time again" I shaked her hand and rushed back to clock in while looking back and waving"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of part 1. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115480276387736159?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115480276387736159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115480276387736159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115480276387736159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115480276387736159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/part-1.html' title='Part 1'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115448048818976619</id><published>2006-08-02T09:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T10:01:28.206+09:00</updated><title type='text'>As much as i "want" hate Chinese people...</title><content type='html'>...I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been friends with lots of Chinese people, and at some point, became very close to a few... like Miss(?) Maria Cielito and Camille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discussed lots of stuff with some of them that I'm not able to discuss with my clique, (Renei and Hershey)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so blah blah blah... enuff introductions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that one of my favorite lines is "screw chinese". I don't know why, but i think i just woke up one day and decided, "i'll hate chinese peoeple". Weird? Well, ain't that so much me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's with the introduction about Chinese people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my closest friend right now is a Chinese friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say for now is that she's nice and she's seemingly intersting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've known each other for weeks now, and the story's quite funny,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL them to you next time, since I'm goin' run with her today (she insists to..) PABIGAT LANG TO SA PAGTAKBO KO EH! kung di niya lang babayaran lunch ko.... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. let's just say im inspired by a trickster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's just say a trickster inspired me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115448048818976619?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115448048818976619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115448048818976619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115448048818976619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115448048818976619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-much-as-i-want-hate-chinese-people.html' title='As much as i &quot;want&quot; hate Chinese people...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115416546229526181</id><published>2006-07-29T18:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:31:02.306+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Choke Hold.</title><content type='html'>After a nice dream... (DREAM... DREAM...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remove the thing around my neck that chokes me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and placed it where i really want it to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place where i really want it to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it, it's ok. haha. kahit ako di ma gets eh. ang labo. antok na kasi ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taong posibleng maka-gets: Camille, Xandre, Lutz, Renei, Ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUICE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115416546229526181?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115416546229526181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115416546229526181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115416546229526181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115416546229526181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/choke-hold.html' title='Choke Hold.'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115378376793738754</id><published>2006-07-25T08:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T08:29:27.953+09:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Mistaken My Friend.</title><content type='html'>Why do you think I should be sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MY IDEAL LIFE! (one's attained (again), and one's about to come.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh please don't feel sad for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUICE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115378376793738754?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115378376793738754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115378376793738754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115378376793738754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115378376793738754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/youre-mistaken-my-friend.html' title='You&apos;re Mistaken My Friend.'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115343541715177859</id><published>2006-07-21T06:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T07:43:37.220+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Maybe she's always in the corner of my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS believed that whenever you dream of someone/something, it's due to the reason you're thinking about that someone/something before you went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I am always subconsciously thinking of her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i was with my friends in a swimming party... lots of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there came this friend (can't recall who) that showed us a trick.. and taught us how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we tried doing it. we were having fun TRYING to do it... laughing at ourselves and others on how stupid we look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. i saw camille to my left... c'mon ... she was doin' the trick perfectly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. i tried performing the trick seriously. i was about to make it when i lost  concentration and failed. I ended up sinking to the bottom of the pool... and i decided to sleep there (yeah, something i usually do... sleep at the bottom for the pool for a minute or so). i felt lots of people swimming around me, concerned to know whether i was dead or something fatal happened to me... but i didn't care, i just kept on sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up... in a clean room (how i got there, i have no idea). I can remember my mom was there.. and asked her what happened to the pool party. she said it was over and most have went to their bedrooms. I asked where Camille stayed, and she told me where, so there I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah, in this dream, apparently, Camille is my X-Girlfriend [reaction: ...])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened her door, and asked her if could sleep in her room (different bed,of course!) since has no roomie. I wanted to chat a little and catch up perhaps... (or mang-asar, most prolly). reason why i asked her if i could stay in her room, im not sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, she laughed when i said that and said it would be inappropriate if i'd sleep in her room. (Well, nung nag-paalam ako, i jokingly said it.. i wasn't really serious about sleeping in her room). I laughed as well, and said I was still sleepy, and said goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up... late as ususal. I found out i have no roomie as well (or maybe they're out of bed already... but the other bed was tidy. one thing my MOST of my friends doesn't do. Fix their beds). I stepped out of my room, cuz i was hearing lots of blabbing (which woke me up btw) and saw bunch of peeps outside Camille's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LAZILY walked towards her room, seemingly uninterested as i usually look and act. I asked what was the commotion about... they said... 1) Camille was kidnapped and 2) There's someone in Camille's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squeezed myself into the crowd to check the room. The door was open. I took a peek. I laughed HARD! I cannot stop laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can be so stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille was in that room! only that... she had big black pimple-like spots all over her face.. it's like.. "peppered" (as renei would put it) all over her face. Her hair was messy. It was SUPER *take note i used the word super* dry and frizzy. Her lips were... very kissable due to the fact they're too swollen. And lastly... something's wrong with her teeth.. can't describe it. (or too lazy to find the word to describe it. let's just say it didn't look good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was there on her bed. She was covering her face with the aid of her pillow. She was crying. I'm sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the room (a thing no one dared to do.. i wonder why. was she that scary? .. she wasn't). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her.. took the pillow that she used to cover her face... and smiled at her like i usually do when i tease/wanna tease her (uh-huh. ang pang-asar na ngiti). i pulled her head over to my chest, gave her two soft slaps on the face, and said, "'Wag ka mag-alala. Kilala pa rin kita Camille."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me... all teary, and she began crying more (naku! mas napaiyak ko pa! bano ko talaga... kahit sa panaginip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i placed my lips near her ears and whispered, "Don't worry kahit X-boyfriend mo na ako, mahal pa rin kita... at wala ka nang magagawa run, ok? Oo nga pala, I have been wanting to tell you this for a very long time - Thanks for everything. I'm always here to help you dudette."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was trying to calm her down from crying... her head still lying on my chest (cuz my right hand was pulling her head to my chest! BWAHAHAHA~) and my other hand trying to soothe her.. (err ano tawag dun? hinihimas yung buhok, alam mo na.. parang pine-pet ko siya. haha!). Minutes after, she pulled back her head... looked at me, and smiled. I smiled back. There was this huge pause. No blink, no muscles moving. no wind blowing. no tears dropping. It was like a picture pause.. but i remember the commotion getting louder.... and louder... and louder... and louder... until... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TI-TI-TI-TIT! ALARM CLOCK! LATE FOR WORK! AGAIN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurriedly took a bath, clothed myself, and and got my shoes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was wearing it.. i observed something... the left shoe has "Alik" on it.. and the right shoe has "Jiz" on it, which i wrote in front of her in a boring Zoology class (which i found out is not easy to erase [or cannot be erased], and she kept laughing because i have to bear the whole day with her name on my shoes). I told her that I'd clean my shoes first thing i arrived home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDI KO PA PALA NALALABHAN SAPATOS KO. LANGYA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and no plans to clean it. it looks nice messy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115343541715177859?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115343541715177859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115343541715177859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115343541715177859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115343541715177859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115289242859972275</id><published>2006-07-15T00:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:53:48.620+09:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter for you (or me?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/1600/bow11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/320/bow11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/1600/bow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/320/bow2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/1600/bow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/320/bow3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Alik? He always forgives.. or it's just because he doesn't mind much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUICE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115289242859972275?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115289242859972275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115289242859972275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115289242859972275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115289242859972275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/letter-for-you-or-me.html' title='a letter for you (or me?)'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115277591928676929</id><published>2006-07-13T16:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T16:31:59.296+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisence to kill</title><content type='html'>Finally. After months of illegal driving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/1600/lisence_to_kill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/320/lisence_to_kill.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha! look at my freakin face.. looks stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually... dyan lang sa scan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa totoo, mejo hawig ni yusuke sa first glance. ^_^ (sabi nila,.. at marami sila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COPS, HERE I COME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115277591928676929?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115277591928676929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115277591928676929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115277591928676929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115277591928676929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/lisence-to-kill.html' title='Lisence to kill'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115248127969412661</id><published>2006-07-10T06:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T06:41:19.720+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Alik is. . .</title><content type='html'>mourning for her death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope she enjoys the new life out there :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115248127969412661?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115248127969412661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115248127969412661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115248127969412661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115248127969412661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/alik-is.html' title='Alik is. . .'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115218527638029112</id><published>2006-07-06T20:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:27:56.393+09:00</updated><title type='text'>still there?</title><content type='html'>due to recent developments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey serpent, still there? i'm taking that offer now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i beheaded the serpent already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid serpent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he forgot one of my mottos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do not lead me into temptation. i know my way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go my friend serpent, enjoy hell :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115218527638029112?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115218527638029112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115218527638029112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115218527638029112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115218527638029112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-there.html' title='still there?'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115204956596262669</id><published>2006-07-05T06:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T06:46:05.976+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Faces of Alik.</title><content type='html'>I'm a Filipino.. "peppered" (lol. renei) with a chinese blood, and a spanish blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been "confused" as a person from a diff country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailander - crazy taxi driver in the Philippines confused me as a Thailander one day and kept on talking to me in english. He greeted me "Good Morning Sir!" as i hopped in the cab. (with the unusual accent...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese - I DON'T LOOK LIKE A JAPANESE! GRR... just so it  happens it was one of my "small eye" days while wearing socks and slippers... someone from a supermarket here in US said "kunichiwa" to me... ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexican - I was trying to purchase something in a store when the cashier talked to me in spanish (telling me to wait, because the she was having a problem with the computer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian - duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others.. wala na akong matandaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. anyways, i also have a bad habit of copying how people speak english...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i'm talking to an american, i speak in their tone and accent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a chinese... same.. (you know that crazy chinese accent sometimes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spanish... yeah... yung mga impit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filipino... yeah... prounouncing clippers as cleeepers or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others.. blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta bwiset.. baket ba yung tono ng pagsasalita ko kapareho sa kausap ko? GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUICE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115204956596262669?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115204956596262669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115204956596262669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115204956596262669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115204956596262669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/many-faces-of-alik.html' title='Many Faces of Alik.'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115142081459500024</id><published>2006-06-28T00:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:06:54.606+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i must be crazy...</title><content type='html'>There is this very cuuute (hmm. to me to say she's cute is something... hmm..) mexican girl at work who's ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*vomits,coughs, vomits*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(says it in a fast manner that no one could clearly understand) flirting with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*vomits,coughs, vomits*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope she got the clue when i said "i have a girlfriend and i love her very much.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(anyways, im not interested in women... sooooo :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she doesn't.. she must be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alik: Currently reading a girl's book... hmmm (again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115142081459500024?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115142081459500024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115142081459500024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115142081459500024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115142081459500024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-must-be-crazy.html' title='i must be crazy...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115102829527904664</id><published>2006-06-23T11:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:04:55.300+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i envy you.</title><content type='html'>Gastrotrich is referred to as any of various minute aquatic animals of the phylum Gastrotricha, having a wormlike, ciliated body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a gastrotrich (a minute aquatic animal) lives the shortest--as short as a three days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ENVY YOU. you only get to live in three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only three days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad you don't have enough time to be envious of me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero i wonder.... within 3 days nanganganak na sila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. ambilis ng reproduction nila ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm lemme research..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still i envy you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115102829527904664?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115102829527904664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115102829527904664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115102829527904664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115102829527904664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-envy-you.html' title='i envy you.'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115095147499736800</id><published>2006-06-22T13:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:44:35.016+09:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>It's not easy to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually.. i need someone who can understand me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr.. why did i have to freakin' leave... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i found selected few who can understand me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take forever to find someone like them in this forsaken place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115095147499736800?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115095147499736800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115095147499736800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115095147499736800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115095147499736800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_22.html' title=':('/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115069329664894468</id><published>2006-06-19T14:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:01:36.663+09:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/1600/ccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/320/ccc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115069329664894468?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115069329664894468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115069329664894468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115069329664894468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115069329664894468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_19.html' title='...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115042333442686171</id><published>2006-06-16T11:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:02:14.440+09:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>it's finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but look on the bright side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what bright side? HAHAHAHA~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115042333442686171?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115042333442686171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115042333442686171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115042333442686171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115042333442686171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_16.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-115017782102771717</id><published>2006-06-13T14:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:50:21.040+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESURRECT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-115017782102771717?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115017782102771717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=115017782102771717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115017782102771717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/115017782102771717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114960430075521378</id><published>2006-06-06T23:30:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:45:38.550+09:00</updated><title type='text'>it never loses its power...</title><content type='html'>the word.. "GAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a child, the word gay ( 1) A person whose sexual orientation is to persons of the same sex. 2) A man whose sexual orientation is to men 3) A  homosexual, especially male.) was used to tease boys or "men". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever since I was a child, it never ceased to amuse me to see even the "toughest and meanest" boy in class to get pissed off whenever referred to as gay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Commercial* Actually, i didn't know that gay was the english word for bakla until i was around... 8. I saw this show in maalaala mo kaya starred by keempee de leon, saying that he's gay. and he's sad saying it. I was confused... why would he be sad if he's gay?? (HAPPY). so i asked my mom, and voila, i realized that gay is bakla pala. hahaha!) (enough commercial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah.. so throughout my life, i used GAY for teasing people... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grade school in qc: BAKLA KA PALA EH!&lt;br /&gt;grade school in cebu: BAYOT! BAYOT!&lt;br /&gt;grade school in qc again: Kampon ka pala ni medina eh (medina = gay person in our school)&lt;br /&gt;high school: Ay puta, bakla ka pala eh&lt;br /&gt;college: ok, isa kang jonel.&lt;br /&gt;usa: you're gay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i was clobbered and was chased by lots of guys when teased as gay... hahaha. who cares? I enjoy seeing them go crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i teased my younger cousin gay and he got so ticked off.. he was like possessed... attacking me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what's with the word gay that pisses them off badly anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME? nah, was never ticked off when called gay... baka sila pa naasar. kasi di gumagana sa akin. i dunno why... im sure im not gay.. so why be mad? common senseeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114960430075521378?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114960430075521378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114960430075521378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114960430075521378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114960430075521378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-never-loses-its-power_06.html' title='it never loses its power...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114944682340647764</id><published>2006-06-05T03:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T03:47:03.420+09:00</updated><title type='text'>say cheese... KESO!</title><content type='html'>"Hello, I'm Alik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you all for giving your time and reading this stupid entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm writing today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that i why to explain about a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love here truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a woman who discovers hope and joy in the smallest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to know what happiness means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... because i love her so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i wish to protect her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the reason... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... you may all be curious, but i can't disclose who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's and ordinary and good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she's the most important and special person in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all i wish to say for now. Have a good day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... cheese part is over! whopee! Next post shouldn't be as cheesy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114944682340647764?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114944682340647764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114944682340647764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114944682340647764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114944682340647764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/say-cheese-keso.html' title='say cheese... KESO!'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114938649916233408</id><published>2006-06-04T10:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T03:48:17.783+09:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>This is a line i got from kingdom hearts 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not about how often we see each other"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's about how often we think about each other, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- ROXAS (pronounces as ROC-SAS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE's TO YOU ROXAS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hahahaha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko laruin kingdom hearts 2!!! Gotta save money for ps3 (ayko na bmili ng ps2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114938649916233408?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114938649916233408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114938649916233408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114938649916233408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114938649916233408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114908901887659855</id><published>2006-06-01T00:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:23:38.900+09:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO WANTS TO TRY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/1600/xxxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/320/xxxx.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo wannttsss to try it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114908901887659855?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114908901887659855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114908901887659855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114908901887659855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114908901887659855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/who-wants-to-try.html' title='WHO WANTS TO TRY?'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114892101638468396</id><published>2006-05-30T01:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T01:43:36.400+09:00</updated><title type='text'>heloo!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIA!! (cielo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114892101638468396?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114892101638468396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114892101638468396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114892101638468396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114892101638468396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/heloo.html' title='heloo!!'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114858213388218906</id><published>2006-05-26T03:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T03:35:33.883+09:00</updated><title type='text'>YEHES!!!!</title><content type='html'>I can remeber it. It was March 17 of this year.. the day when i was awake for around 38 hours or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. March 17... around 11:50 pm.. it was the LAST TIME I saw a ghost... (i see apparitions every now and then)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but last sundaay, YEHES!!! FinallY!!!! NAKAKITA NA ULI AKO!! WOOOHOOO.. i miss  you ghosts!!!! grabe. saya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114858213388218906?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114858213388218906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114858213388218906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114858213388218906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114858213388218906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/yehes.html' title='YEHES!!!!'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114766890699219355</id><published>2006-05-15T13:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:17:47.326+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just get it..</title><content type='html'>Now i can say Idontlikeyoutoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can add...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihateyoutooo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114766890699219355?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114766890699219355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114766890699219355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114766890699219355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114766890699219355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-get-it.html' title='Just get it..'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114758579670861325</id><published>2006-05-14T14:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:49:56.720+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll still try</title><content type='html'>TO STOP DOING WHAT I LOVE TO DO THE MOST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind Wars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or Mind Game for me :) (cuz i enjoy it and look at it as a game)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, had this training about mind games when i was entering my high school grades because he/she (not giving gender hints) said I will really need it... bwahahaha... and i got addicted to it, and ever since, i've been mind gaming people. hahaha ^_^. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself i should stop, but darn, i enjoy it too much. haha. when i want something, i'll mind game.. i'll get it. more often than not, that is.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you guys all know mind games... sometimes, we do it undeliberately... haha... of course to get what we want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,,, blah blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;what's fun about mind games? YES! When your opponent uses it as well on you! Wooooooooohoooo!! fun fun.. prolly one of the very few things kung saan din ako tinatamad! BWAHAHAHA! (RIGHT JAY?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, itong mga taong to, marunong din sa mind games/manipulation (by maria), at masrap silang kalaro, at talagang deliberate silang nag nanlalaro ng utak:&lt;br /&gt;Maria (cielo) [na mind manipulation ang tawag]&lt;br /&gt;Eljin&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;Raf&lt;br /&gt;(well, i know that they do it deliberately cuz they said so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itong mga ito, marunong, i dunno if they're doing it deliberately.. pero damn, they're good at it :P (pero not as good as 2 above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trini (but too lazy to finish it)&lt;br /&gt;Pao Jose (but too kind to finish it)&lt;br /&gt;Flo (err, marunong lang.)&lt;br /&gt;Jiz (pag nabasa niya to, sasabihin niya, "i wasn't even trying")&lt;br /&gt;Nadine (yes you!)&lt;br /&gt;Mej (aha, but needs improvement :P)&lt;br /&gt;Angeli (oh yeS! i can remember!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Trox: (At first, pero lately.. uhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. who else.. good at it... bah.. don't know.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy Targets:&lt;br /&gt;(ok, im not telling! HAHAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, but again. i stopped long time ago.. all my mind games are now unintentional.. like earlier with my dad. hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;go to hell alik&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114758579670861325?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114758579670861325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114758579670861325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114758579670861325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114758579670861325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/ill-still-try.html' title='I&apos;ll still try'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114667723366138897</id><published>2006-05-04T02:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T02:27:13.680+09:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>i miss jiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114667723366138897?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114667723366138897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114667723366138897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114667723366138897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114667723366138897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114627026548423588</id><published>2006-04-29T09:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T09:24:25.503+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello People. Welcome to Alik 101. the school to learn to be stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alik's completed tasks for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wake up at noon (due to growling stomach!) and head to the dining table and prepare yourself cereals because you think it's still 8 am in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Head to the lawn and dig.. because he thought he was requested to dig in order to plant something... later he found out he was just told to add soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) After a tiring day at the lawn, went to take a bath... in a bathtub.. without showering.. yeah.. got the bathtub all soiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) after cleaning the bathtub, i tried to drown myself by letting the water overflow my entire body... i realized after few minutes that my face is still surfaced... and found out that.. yeah.. by back's floating! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Went to Circuit City to buy Pc... i thought that $100 retail price mail-in is the same as $100 automatic retail price... was playing 100 dollars less :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Stopped on a stoplight even though the green light was on! (basta, nakabwi-bwiset kasi yung four way stops dito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Watered the lawn... and said to self, "hmmm... mas masaya ata kung umuulan habang nagdidilig ako" i was serious when i said that (nainggit kasi nababasa yung damo) ... go figure what's so stupid bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) While watering the lawn, he saw two rags by the grass... bored he said to himself, "mukhang masaya mapanood mabasa tong mga rags ah" (well, not really rags... more of.. carpet? basta yung sa floor?) then dad came rushing.. "ano ginagawa mo??? buong araw ko pinatuyo to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Also while watering the lawn, i said to myself, "gawin ko kaya tong sprinkler? paikutin ko yung hose sa taas ng ulo ko?" got myself wet.... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) oh yeah, bought $40 warcraft cds.... yeah, that's stupid already. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. i give myself an A!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114627026548423588?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114627026548423588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114627026548423588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114627026548423588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114627026548423588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114617083842760152</id><published>2006-04-28T05:06:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T09:28:43.440+09:00</updated><title type='text'>block pipor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/1600/blockpic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/320/blockpic1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/1600/All%20Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/320/All%20Girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/1600/All%20Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4718/1373/320/All%20Boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, c'mon surely... i'll miss these guys. i spent my entire college life with these group of people... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm let's start with the fafas... from top to bottom, right to left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pao Puno: Yo Diga! I'm going to miss the way he cheats every math examinations.. Comic relief every math test everytime nakikita ko siyang binubuklat notebook niya na sobrang kalmado. gotta miss that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Viri: Yeah, will miss the way he kicked my ass in tabltennis! i'll also miss the kwentuhan moments we had back during first sem when we rendezvous on a bakery to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonel Chan: I'm going to miss the gaaaayness factor jonel brings to the block. I'm also going to miss pinching his "baby fats" and "abs" with the silent f and l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin Julio (epal eh oh!): yeah, lalaki yan! lakas manapak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac Llorca: Hahaha. will miss our sessions together, kwentuhan about nothing, our usual rants, and our usual "celebrations"... the way we just goof around and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiz Co (isa pang epal to ah): err... lalaki rin yan. kailangan pa ba  explain? binugbog ako nito eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: i don't know him.. next! CAT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Halasan: Oh yeah, napasama sa barkada ko to... my recruit! Cool guy, malakas na mahina uminom. di mo maintindihan. may times na malakas, may times na mahina! ano ba talaga jay? haha. masarap din tumambay sa condo nito, naging headquarters ng barkada yun for a while... haha... ingat nga pala. klepto yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danica Santos (naku... 3rd epal!): lalaki rin yan.. nabugbog na rin ako niyan eh, silang 2 ni jiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mao Paz: Ma-mi-miss ko inuman sessions niya habang tinatawanan niya kng sino ang crush ko sa block... tama ba yun.. sabagay..  tinawanan ko rin yung crush nila.. (well, hindi naman tinawanan talaga... hahaha... kinwestyon lang.. like, bakit si hmmm.... crush mo?).. miss ko rin ang seryosong mao pag nagdodota na walang kaibi-kaibigan. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niel Cabaluna: Haha. will miss the way neil laugh at my corniest jokes.. hindi ko nga ma-gets eh.. yun yung mga jokes na nang-aasar, hindi nagpapatawa.. pero tatawa pa rin si neil... bwahaha. ok lang. natatawa naman ako eh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Dunno him much... haha. masaya maka-hi? haha.. merong tao sa block na may natatandaang lalaki pag nakikita si mike... :P (peacE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Tanedo: Haha. ma mi-miss ko ang odds na sine-send niya sa akin gabi-gabi na nagdala ng aking kahirapan. ahahaha! anyways, honey ko to eh, tapos biglang eepal si jiz, ginawang asawa. sige. took me out of the pic!!! basta si bin, masaya kausap yan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pol Arenas: Oh yeah, eto ang fafa ko na faithful sa akin! haha. kahit anong gawin ni jonel, PAUL IS MINE! masaya kausap to, kakonyohan, masya kalokohan, nakakamiss ang dj voice niya for sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Ampanget mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dre Relucio: Lutz, mami-miss ko to.. masarap kainuman to! mahirap patumbahin. kailangan talaga umabot muna ako sa limit ko bago mapatumba ang taong ito.. masarap din kausap. malalim na tao... sobrang talino about life. ang dami niyang alam... one of da best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Ng: Yeah,,... charles! Chessmate! galing mag chess ng taong to. siguradong sasakit ulo mo pag kalaban mo to. cool under pressure ata to. CAT commander. lagi kong hinihiritan si charles at one day, surely. sasapakin na ako ng taong to... for now, peace muna tayo :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandre Gaerlan(wala sa pic): where the fuck are you in the pic? hahaha! oik, will miss the guy's kadramahan in life and undending genuine friendship... laging game, and i call him the "block's alpha male" hahaha... sinasabi niya snob siya pero sa totoo bati nga siya ng bati ng mga tao, pati yung mga halos di niya kilala. haha. mami-miss ko? ubod ng korny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok mga girls naman! yihee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anj Ilugan: Surely, mami-miss ko ang kakonyohan ng taong ito, nakatatawa rin siya minsan, pero di ko ma-gets kung nagpapatawa ba siya kaya di ako makatawa, kasi baka mahurt siya.. mga jokes niya da-best.. lalo na pag ... nag joke? nakatatawa talaga. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atche Portillo: Atche, ma-mi-miss ko ang pagiging tsismosa nito, ang kanyang pagiging makulit at ang tsismis niyang ubod ng sablay. ahahaha. well, meron naman tama, pero marami pa ring sablay eh:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maan Yu: Ma-miss ko ang kakulitan nito, at ang kanyang shorts na love ko dahil bagay sa kanya pag sinusuot niya.. haha. cute cute ng taong ito :P. mami-miss ko rin yung napakabilis niyang pagsasalita. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renei Lim: Yo da man Renei! haha. isa sa mga pinaka close kong babae sa block. sobrang vibes kami nito! kahit ano pinag-uusapan namin,, ako ang nagdulot sa kanya ng... isa sa mga pinakadisgusting stuffs na nangyari sa buhay niya,.. haha.nakaka-aliw kausap, as in mega hours na kami nag-uusap, di pa rin kami nagkakasawaan hahaha! papakasalan ko tong taong to eh... kaso.. hmmm  wag na lang. haha. baka gawin niya akong fanfic. haha. anyways, ingat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin Julio: Tin, haha. "my masteR" haha. wala lang. inaasar ko lang siya as my master dahil napakagaling niya sa buhay parang si lutz. masaya kasama to, tawa ng tawa, at tulad ni maan, isa pa sa mga ubod ng cute sa block. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess Chua: the math genius. hahaha. aba. mamimiss ko rin yung mga tawa nito at ang pag-aasar namin sa kanya kay alvinnnn patrimonniiooo! hahaha! mamimiss ko rin yung mga times na nagrerelax kami at ibabalik niya ang tensyon ng math dahil makikita mosiyang gumagawa ng hw. at extra activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andie Go: wahaha... chicken! mami-miss ko yung time na HINDI niya makuha yung crush ko.. ang dmi niyang sinabi! wlang tumama! hahaha. mami-miss ko rin ang mga times na bigla siyang magcra-crave for chicken... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danica Santos: wheee! danix, ang X ko! haha. mami-miss ko ang mga suntok niya at crazy laughter. ang kanyang walang humpay na paggaya ng facial expression ko, at ang mga panahong ginagago niya ako. at ang mga..  hay, natakatamad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mendoza: Si Kix! mami-miss ko ang kanyang mga "malisyosong" salita, bigyan daw ba ng meaning ang mga normal na salita. nakatatawa ang tandem nila ni lutz... lagi akong barado! ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em-Em Tabel: Si Em! masaya kausap to! desperate housewives fanatix!!! mami-miss ko yung mga times na ine-encourage niya ako mag-aral, at yung mga sobrang seryosong usapan namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz unay: Si liz, haha.. naku isa pa to sa tandem nila ng trio: kix-lutz-liz nga eh... lagot ako sa tatlong yan.. malay ko ba. lagi ako kawawa, di ko matalo ang team force  nila. hahaha... ma miss ko yung time na inaasar k siya na ako nagbibigay ng flowers sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo-anne Salazar: ano mami-miss ko rito? yung pagiging lasinggera niya. hahaha. grabe. inom ng inom tong babaeng to. tawa ng tawa walang magawa kundi tumawa. parang napaka carefree! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lar Ong: ahhh.. si Lar, ma-miss ko yung times na tinatawag siyang sexy ni sir diccion at ang kanyang mga hirit na hindi ko alam kng saan nanggagaling pero ubod na nakatatawa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Romero: hahaha. bianca! ma miss ko to dahil  siya nag dahilan na nakapag wear ako ng minis in public! wag ka mag-alala! next time makinis na legs ko pag mag minis ako :P ma miss ko ang ngiti niya na nakakaloka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille Co: mamiss ko ang kanyang bibig na walang humpay na pagkwe-kwento... ang pag drag niya sa aking id pag ayoko sumama sa kanya, ay mga sapak, tadyak at batok na natamo ko , marami eh.. most of all, mga lessons na tinuro niya sa akin :P whopppeee! well, maraming beses ko na siya nasabi sa blog na to, so yng mga yn mamiss ko rin&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Virlynn: ang pag-aasar niya sa akin na sakitin! Grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vianca Lee (wla sa pic? kasma si xandre?): ang pagtakip niya sa bibig everytime na inaasar ko siya (xandre misnan). ang kanilang love team ni kimbell sy! Yiheee! oh well, past na yun. asyang di kayo nagkatuluyan. mamiiss ko rin yung times na magtatanong ako sa kanya about anime kasi siya ang maraming alam tungkol run..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoppeeee I'm done! May kulang ba? May mali bang apyelido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114617083842760152?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114617083842760152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114617083842760152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114617083842760152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114617083842760152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/block-pipor_28.html' title='block pipor!'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114610364354851784</id><published>2006-04-27T11:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:07:23.570+09:00</updated><title type='text'>what is this feeling...</title><content type='html'>i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam mo yung feeling na naiinis ka pero di mo alam kung saan ka naiinis? well... nakakabobo noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putek, ang bum ko... ate ko at si aret nag-apply na ng job... $9.00 per hour yung inaply-an nila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-12 yung duty.... which means... yeah... 9pm-1am riyan so i didn't take it... that's the time most people are online!! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis talaga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114610364354851784?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114610364354851784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114610364354851784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114610364354851784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114610364354851784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-this-feeling.html' title='what is this feeling...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114598347510134212</id><published>2006-04-26T01:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:44:35.116+09:00</updated><title type='text'>recently...</title><content type='html'>Alikpala's (wealth?!?!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, khapon, nagising ako dahil nagtatalo ang dad ko, mom ko, at tito ko regarding sa lupa sa Pilipinas... kasi may lupa kami sa Pilipinas na mejo malaki ata... (how big is 50 hectares?) anyways, ang alam ko ay malaki yun. hahaha. anyways, di ginagalaw ang lupa na yun at pinamamahayan na siya ng mga "squatters" actually, kakilala naman yung mga tao, pero gets, di nila lupa yun. bwahaha. so iyon... dahil di na nga siya ginagalaw, balak ng tito ko na ipamigay na lang sa gawad kalinga etc, etc, charity stuff... tapos tutol ata mom ko... tapos yun nagtatalo sila... at nagising ako... hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if ever ako ang pag decide... ibenta na lang sa mga factory yan! HAHAHAHAHA! eh di kumita pa ako ng malaki... diba? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, di ko alam kung gaano talaga siya kalaki, pero from the looks of it, mukhang mas malaki pa siya sa farm sa batangas na pinupuntahan namin, na which i believe is a better place of relaxation kaysa sa laguna outing namin... may pool din dun.. at grabe ang pagka spacious... well... ang tancha ko ay... hmmm ang width niya ay from bellarmine to end of som... at ang length niya ay from IsO to end of som... mga ganun kalaki... or baka mas maliit pa yun... basta astig yung place.. .kaso nahihiya ako sabihin sa relatives ko na pahiram... haha. iwas never close to them. bwahaha.. pero it would be fun nga if i could invite my  friends over para malaman nila ang ultimate place of relaxation ko... sarap din mag-inuman dun... farm eh :(pero di yung farm na puro palay ah... farm lang yung tawag.. you get the point.. puro mango trees and grass... at may pool.. basta... nature shit siya. bwahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... these past few days, mejo turista pa rin ako rito... finally. nakakuha ako ng bola at nakapagshooting sa nearest court.. surprisingly. mejo shooter ko. don't know why. hahaha. also, natuto na ako mag mow ng lawn.. shit. mahirap pala... akala ko masaya... please.. no more lawnmowing days... also first time i've been to a driving range (golf) wow. grabacious ang kamahalan... mejo 175 balls ata for 15 dollars... grabe. sa pinas nga 60 balls 100 pesos lang eh.. do the maths.. anyways, they always told me not to convert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways gotta split. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114598347510134212?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114598347510134212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114598347510134212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114598347510134212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114598347510134212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/recently.html' title='recently...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114556357241570698</id><published>2006-04-21T04:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T05:06:12.430+09:00</updated><title type='text'>hola!!</title><content type='html'>it's been a while, noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of kwento comin' up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, April 17, the most-dreaded date... last time to spend with my blockies, jiz, friends, barkada, family and shit... hahaha... anyways... i was supposed to be in ateneo for only 1 hour... but somehow, i "stole" time to spend time with jiz, and barkada.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, barkada stayed in my house and brought me to Naia airport. haha. oh well, that's the last time i'd be seeing their faces in a while... sigh... guys, bisita kayo rito!! libre ko bahay? hahaha.. at pagkain? pero yung iba inyo na.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the flight, i was supposed to call mej, but apparently, she seems to be sleeping because she wasn't replying to my messages. then, i found out days earlier she was in a retreat and she was really waiting for my call. haha. oh well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flight blah blah, last person i talked to was jiz, (was in the plane already) then the stewardess told me to turn of my phone for the NTH time... haha. dakilang pasaway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea: the first stop, i saw someone who looks a lot like Sam, my 'cousin' in my english block. whopeee. tawang-tawa ako. we then waited for 6, yes 6 long damn hours for the next flight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane to U.s.a.: found out that the movie for show is "Just Friends", hahaha. i then grabbed my phone to text jiz, haha. stupid me... i'm in the plane... damn, my sim's useless already. haha... then comes the american behind me who keeps on trying to get my attention. damn gay american! he winked at me... or did he think i was a gay?... well, throughout the plane ride. i intended to text people... but hehe.. again. stupid me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.s. 12 degree celcius, and they say it's a warm day... haha. whopeee, i love this environment... later that night, i believe it was around 9 degree celcius and i was in my boxers and sando... haha. yehey! lamig! no more complains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, on my first day as an immigrant, i went to the grocery store, and bought stuffs to eat for the night... err... my cousin and i decided to use the "Self-service" na way ng pambabayad wherein you're the one who's gonna swipe the things you're about to buy... haha.. stupid me... i dunno what we did.. but the 99 cents grapes was punched in for 7 dollars... hahaha. stupid stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we headed to a mexican fastfood chain... and a mexicana (err... spinot-an) ako... yeah... she was high.. i believe.. or maybe they thought i was just looking for a fight... haha. after few minutes, new batch of mexicans came, and marijuana transactions occurred. haha. funny. i saw them exchanging grass and bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then slept 12 mn to get rid of jetlag. bye jetlag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah... well, today, went to see lake michigan, sears tower, john hancock building blah blah blah... then i was surprised at the parking... yeah. it was for $15 err... approx. 750 pesos for parking alone :P haha.. then again, i shouldn't convert. anyways. gotta bounce. someone's about to use the pc (kaya ako nagmamadali... dapat mega detailed eh... next time... next time :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114556357241570698?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114556357241570698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114556357241570698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114556357241570698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114556357241570698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/hola.html' title='hola!!'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114501800365905320</id><published>2006-04-14T21:19:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:33:23.676+09:00</updated><title type='text'>prusisyon...</title><content type='html'>Ohhh.. yeah... prusisyon... astig... i love prusisyons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's so good about 'em?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The very long indefatiguable, unperspiring, [may ganito ba?] one and a half hour walk, of which distance, i can jog for less than 15 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so good 'bout it?&lt;br /&gt;--- well, you get to go around your community in a slower pace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The very long procession line that's very orederly at start and gets wild after a few minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so good about it?&lt;br /&gt;--- Well, it opens our awareness that we are just very stupid at queueing (sp?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The "challenge" of not having your candles fire to be out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so good about it?&lt;br /&gt;--- uhm, it's fun to see that you're the only one to have his candle lit in a 20 metre radius because you properly "protected" your fire from a strong gust... it's fun to say to yourself, "haha! ako ang may matibay na kandila" as everyone runs to you to have their lights back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The "excitement" of removing the candle wax that God-knows-how, found it's way through your favorite jeans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so good about it?&lt;br /&gt;--- removing the wax is from your favorite jeans is fun... yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The sight of seeing old people quitting after few minutes of walking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so good about it?&lt;br /&gt;--- makes you realize you're still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The "fatigue" it brings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so good about it?&lt;br /&gt;--- i can always reason out that the procession drained me and hinders me to do anything (hahaha. excuses!) so that i'll be free from errands. (indefatiguable? yeah.. but i can always make myself loook tired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.. ayoko na magdagdag. too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, nakachat ko si beloved maria/cielo, kagabi... yeah.. drilled some sense into me (again) gudjab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114501800365905320?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114501800365905320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114501800365905320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114501800365905320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114501800365905320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/prusisyon_14.html' title='prusisyon...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114492220686743249</id><published>2006-04-13T18:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T18:56:46.880+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know..</title><content type='html'>holy week. this sucks. maraming di pinapayagan lumabas. malls are closed. masama mag-inuman. i want to see so many people.. yet there's only very few time left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malungkot everytime you see someone...&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;then say to yourself, "shit. last time ko na makikita tong taong to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... talagang ganun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich, Esca, Maui, Shaun, Gian... here i come :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ang last day ko to play basketball... haha. talo pa. taenaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114492220686743249?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114492220686743249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114492220686743249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114492220686743249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114492220686743249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-know.html' title='i don&apos;t know..'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114467429956047012</id><published>2006-04-10T21:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:04:59.590+09:00</updated><title type='text'>it's hard!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. It's all coming back to me... it's hard saying goodbye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still clearly remember, Mid-4th year of my high school life, cielo's classmates were looking for me around ateneo high school campus. they finally caught me hiding in the cafeteria (of all the places to hide. stupendous). ahaha. finally, the camera rolled, i was being filmed... "final words for cielo raw". They were all attentively listening.. alik's final words for cielo before she leaves. haha. finally. after wasting 20 seconds of the videocam's memory, i was able to say a word... "hi" ... the people smiled, prolly saying to themselves "finally, he spoke!". then another pause... around 10 seconds.. so hard. i wanted to say so many things, but i can't say a thing.. mental-block? then i spoke again. impromptu, "bahala na", i said to myself.. then i began talking, and talking, and talking, but i know they weren't enough... na-uh... not enough. as my last blow, i said, "goodbye take care always, kundi hahambalusin talaga kita. pustahan natin ah, wag kalimutan (winks)". then, they stopped recording. i was happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few minutes later, napatungan yung kalahati nang ginawa ko! BWAHAHAHA! Talkin' bout tough luck. i was too lazy to talk again, so i said, "ok lang, kalokohan lang naman yung naputol na part eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. days after, cielo texted me, "alik! patay ka sa akin sa next na pagkikita natin. may pa video-video cam ka pa ah!" obviously, haha. hindi rin siya makapag-bye ng maayos... haha. really hard. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa lahat ng readers ng blog ko... THANKS! Really :D (p.s. wala na akong despedida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114467429956047012?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114467429956047012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114467429956047012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114467429956047012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114467429956047012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-hard.html' title='it&apos;s hard!'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114455842761063515</id><published>2006-04-09T13:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T13:53:47.626+09:00</updated><title type='text'>wheee!</title><content type='html'>few more days... sayang. di ako tumagal sa "lasunan" namin sa laguna. damn. kailangan ko ba umuwi ng maaga?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114455842761063515?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114455842761063515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114455842761063515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114455842761063515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114455842761063515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/wheee.html' title='wheee!'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114422134202537178</id><published>2006-04-05T16:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:15:42.040+09:00</updated><title type='text'>whopee</title><content type='html'>regarding the last entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's symbolically dead guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top floor of FBR: not suicide... it's a nice place. trust me. may chapel pa run. ganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi pumapasok question mo sa utak ko... at least once every hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ano kaya mangyayari sa atin pag alis mo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko na isipin. sigh.. timestop, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114422134202537178?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114422134202537178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114422134202537178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114422134202537178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114422134202537178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/whopee.html' title='whopee'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114381031210221520</id><published>2006-03-31T22:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:05:12.130+09:00</updated><title type='text'>hi...</title><content type='html'>To Xandre:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you see me inside a coffin anytime during next month's first 17 days... Useless ko pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Camille:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Everyone Else:&lt;br /&gt;Please don't cry on my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To FBR's top floor:&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114381031210221520?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114381031210221520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114381031210221520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114381031210221520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114381031210221520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi.html' title='hi...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114373928628087312</id><published>2006-03-31T02:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T02:21:26.306+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Where art thou?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever experienced going home, and you try to find something.. but it's not there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL I HAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 days ago&lt;/strong&gt;: i went home. i went to my room to relax. WOW! Where's my &lt;strong&gt;TV&lt;/strong&gt;?... Pissed, I went&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;downstairs, and watched downstairs... something's missing... hmm... yeah! what's that? the cool &lt;strong&gt;picture frame&lt;/strong&gt; above the Tv's missing... bah! lost mood watchin' tv... decided to use the pc instead. "summer na nga pala", the intense heat forced me to turn around to open the electric fan 2 meters behind the computer chair... now now, where's that &lt;strong&gt;electric fan? &lt;/strong&gt;bah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 days ago:&lt;/strong&gt; walang nawala! yay! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;: i went to ross' place to relax... went home... now where's that &lt;strong&gt;CD case, &lt;/strong&gt;and all it's &lt;strong&gt;CD's&lt;/strong&gt;?? oh well... marami pa namang natirang cds at meron pang cd case... well, went to dining table, and saw that the &lt;strong&gt;last supper picture&lt;/strong&gt; that i  really like... was missing as well... bye bye, i'll never forget the words carved there.. "enverdad, enverdados, digo que vosot me haratracion"... whatever they mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight&lt;/strong&gt;: Well.... only a fool would not notice that our &lt;strong&gt;sala set&lt;/strong&gt; (goodbye sleeping on sala on early mornings [pag tinatamad umakyat sa kwarto]) was missing, and &lt;strong&gt;our gas range&lt;/strong&gt;, was missing as well (ohhhh goodbye midnight cooking....). Saw our china cabinet... now, now where are all the &lt;strong&gt;special plates, forks, etc. &lt;/strong&gt;for special events? they're missing as well.... sigh.. Went upstairs... ahaha. even I, a person who looks at the mirror for 2 minutes at &lt;strong&gt;MAX &lt;/strong&gt;per day... would notice that the &lt;strong&gt;mirror&lt;/strong&gt; is missing. you see, it's the only mirror i look at... since it's the mirror where you can see your whole body (di ako nagpapalaki ng katawan... tinitingnan ko lang kung hindi SOBRANG baduy ng suot ko.. [yeah.. baduy ako manamit]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, they're all gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's gone so far:&lt;/strong&gt; my tv, picture frame by sala tv, electric fan by pc, last supper pic, sala set, special utensils for eating, gas range, mirror, cd case &amp; cds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soon to be gone: &lt;/strong&gt;the beds, this pc, dining table, washing machine, refrigerator... list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll &lt;/strong&gt;be gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll&lt;/strong&gt; be gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to see everything gone missing one by one...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKTARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114373928628087312?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114373928628087312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114373928628087312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114373928628087312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114373928628087312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-art-thou.html' title='Where art thou?'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114348269731031558</id><published>2006-03-28T02:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T03:04:57.326+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss arithmetic too much</title><content type='html'>Lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alik = Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alik + You = Alik Happy... REALLY happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alik - You = Can't find genuine happiness in anything... (even in the things i find happy to do before... PC games, barkada jokes, why are you betraying me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You = Thinks Alik is not happy when he's with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Result:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alik sadder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really am happy when i'm with you... i can't get it why it looks  like otherwise...... really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pareho tayo..&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko mainis..&lt;br /&gt;bakit di ko magawa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maiinis na lang ako sa sarili ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114348269731031558?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114348269731031558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114348269731031558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114348269731031558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114348269731031558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-miss-arithmetic-too-much.html' title='I miss arithmetic too much'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114330997399504184</id><published>2006-03-26T03:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T03:06:14.010+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>Sino merong relos na sira?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks everytime i look at my watch... the second hand just keeps on ticking,... and ticking... and ticking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next thing you knew, the date on your clock just turned one number higher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the number of remaining days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batangas... prolly amongst the last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko nang umuwi sa bahay. ayoko nang matulog. gusto ko na lang kasama kayong lahat... before i leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Batangas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I love the beach... while they were having fun, i was alone, by the seashore... thinking... crying (not really, well, crying heart perhaps? PUTEK! BADUY!).&lt;br /&gt;Then Camille came... joined me (thanks)&lt;br /&gt;and convinced me to go back and have fun (thanks again)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i'm so damn good at pretending... even i fool myself. nice smile by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114330997399504184?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114330997399504184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114330997399504184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114330997399504184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114330997399504184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114295728235582302</id><published>2006-03-22T00:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T01:08:02.370+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Last things...</title><content type='html'>(contradicting to cielo's entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always the last things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today = Last EXAM i'd ever take in ateneo.... (And it's a sucky exam), and last academic paper id be writing for ateneo as well.... and not to mention.... last day i'd meet all my blockies ([minus]liz, dianne, and bianca)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one side of me is saying YEHES! IT'S OBER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another side... NOHO! IT'S OBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it sux...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114295728235582302?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114295728235582302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114295728235582302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114295728235582302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114295728235582302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-things.html' title='Last things...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114270700912173903</id><published>2006-03-19T03:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T03:36:49.150+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yestertwodays</title><content type='html'>Friday: I didn't sleep for the whole day, (i was actually awake for 43 hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have a pleasant morning... (until around 11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school only to pass papers (no classes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to smocket to wait for Jiz's class to finish because my friends were there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMOCKET:&lt;br /&gt;Trini = Chixboi... may nagpakilala sa kanyang babae and kept on staring on her face... when his name was asked, he fixed his hair, puts his cigarette in his mouth, and said in a sexy voice, "Trini". The girl tried to push a conversation, but trini, not a conversationalist and being passive at the same time, answered with the least number of words possible.... sayang. cute together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raf welcomed me to his world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Pao's Play. Pao's character was an NR character. it suited him well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the time spent with mostly jiz (xandre left us [op raw], andie and mac went to zen garden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JO's place to drink and chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and slept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't able to go to g4 to meet with jiz (duh, was awake for 43 hours, tapos kulang pa tulog ko sa ibang mga araw before that.. 3-5 hour sleeps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad asked me to join him to buy palabok... can't believe he knows that place (suburbs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to this place where i saw one of my assets. (sinadya ka ba? does he know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think my dad's a spy... hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114270700912173903?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114270700912173903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114270700912173903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114270700912173903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114270700912173903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/yestertwodays.html' title='Yestertwodays'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114252467179597947</id><published>2006-03-17T00:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T01:23:51.926+09:00</updated><title type='text'>heavy thinking...</title><content type='html'>This is the nth time this happened, but this time, mejo exagg na yung nangyari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i rode a jeepney on the way home. While in the jeepney, i was just staring on the concrete road... thinking... deeply. I was thinking about (you), the future, and many things. I was completely unaware of my surroundings. All i can remember was that i was staring on the road... Thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, the jeepney came to a sudden halt.... and that was when i realized.. I just missed my home! Yeah, i was a twenty-minute walk away from my house! goddamnit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided just to walk home. While crossing the EDSA-KAMUNING road, i didn't realize that I was crossing while the cars were moving... i didn't even stop... i didn't care if i get hit by a car moving 60-70 mph... All i cared for that time was what i was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm too crazy over something/someone... i just become oblivious of my surroundings... and care nothing more...&lt;br /&gt;WHICH MEANS: HOY ALIK, KULANG KA NA SA TULOG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if your status if for me, i wanna say that you're actually everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;Juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114252467179597947?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114252467179597947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114252467179597947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114252467179597947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114252467179597947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/heavy-thinking.html' title='heavy thinking...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114226626379791724</id><published>2006-03-14T00:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T01:11:03.813+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know...</title><content type='html'>How you feel Ms. Maria (Cielo)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not reading this crappy blogsite anymore, but i don't care... I just wanna say that I think I know exactly what you were feeling weeks before you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said to your friends na sobrang depressed sa pag-alis mo na, "Hoy! Wag nga kayo umiyak, isa lang ang mawawala sa inyo... sa kanya, ang daming mawawala... sobrang dami"...&lt;br /&gt;of course, i didn't know how it feel like leaving too many people behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, di na pala tayo nag-uusap for months!! Nung January pa tayo huling nakapag-usaP! (makes an e-mail)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariaaa.... i need your advices right now... ikaw ang nakakapagdrill ng tamang sense sa stupid kong kukote!!!&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, &lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt; you can still remember the bet that we had.... (oh yes! regarding that one!)... talo na ako.... daaaamn! daayaaa! (inde, alam ko talaga ikaw na ang nauna.. nililihim mo lang! *blink, blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm actually happy now.. (depressed when i was starting this entry)... tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time bumisita ka sa U.S. bisitahin mo ako ah! Dati si Shaun binisita mo eh! (selos! HAHAHA!) *peace tayo shaun... yiheee.. cielo! (kilig na yan si shaun)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(puuutik, entry para sa taong di naman ito babasahin. ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114226626379791724?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114226626379791724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114226626379791724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114226626379791724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114226626379791724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/now-i-know.html' title='Now I know...'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114209791647016194</id><published>2006-03-12T02:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T02:25:16.496+09:00</updated><title type='text'>crap.</title><content type='html'>As of now, we've been communicating for 17 straight hours (text, calls, in person, Y!M)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually nabibitin pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114209791647016194?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114209791647016194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114209791647016194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114209791647016194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114209791647016194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/crap.html' title='crap.'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114174803349398962</id><published>2006-03-08T01:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T01:13:53.513+09:00</updated><title type='text'>bittersweet (hey, it's you!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It sucks&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when&lt;/strong&gt; I try to be sincere and serious, and you &lt;strong&gt;won't&lt;/strong&gt; believe me. It hurts. Fine, you won't see me serious most of the time, and yes, it takes a lot of effort on my side to be serious.... and when i am, i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when&lt;/strong&gt; I keep on adjusting and adjusting and adjusting in such a way I'm losing my identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when&lt;/strong&gt; I realize that I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when&lt;/strong&gt; someone's using my weakness without him/her knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when &lt;/strong&gt;I'm thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when &lt;/strong&gt;It's math time!!! woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Today&lt;/strong&gt;, I decided to watch Close2U alone, but Camille decided to join me watch it. (Thank you very much). The movie was nice, Camille was teasing me althroughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, she decided to buy fries in NYFD. While eating, someone came and asked for donation. c'mon he called us ATE and KUYA. do we look that old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, headed to covered courts to watch P.E. finals (futsal). Camille was very athletic at was cute to watch. Andie was cute to watch as well and it was the first time for me to see her run. Mao was funny cuz he stopped playing because someone hit his nose (oohhhh not the face!). Ross was also funny because he was afraid for the ball to come to him. Ross' teammate was the funniest of them all. Just imagine a football player doing more damage to his team than help. (ahryaaa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114174803349398962?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114174803349398962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114174803349398962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114174803349398962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114174803349398962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/bittersweet-hey-its-you.html' title='bittersweet (hey, it&apos;s you!)'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14985834.post-114157332656662109</id><published>2006-03-06T00:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:42:06.580+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted</title><content type='html'>Pretty lucky. I got 1st place in my judo weight division. I'd love to challenge the 1st place in the higher rank (next weight division), and i was expecting that such would happen (exhibition matches), but i guess it's not on the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been thinking how many varsity chances I've given up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basketball&lt;/strong&gt; Varsity (gr.4) - I was a reserve player (underage so i wasn't able to compete). Didn't make it to grade 5. I transferred school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Football&lt;/strong&gt; Varsity - The football coach invited me to try-out for goalie... didn't go to the try outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chess&lt;/strong&gt; Varsity - Was kicked out of the team due to "improper attitude" towards a PRACTICE game against the coach. (I just said that i had no chances of winning in the said game [i made a lot of mistakes] and was already completely beaten). Coach told me that it was a negative attitude, and I argued that it was alright to admit defeat.. blah blah... bye bye chess ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track and Field&lt;/strong&gt; Varsity - Was again told to try-out for the team... didn't go to the try outs again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volleyball&lt;/strong&gt; Varsity - I left even before any tournament started (i'm not good anyway)&lt;br /&gt;soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judo &lt;/strong&gt;Varsity - Katya (team capt.) texted me and asked if i could come to tomorrow's judo practice to train with them... i doubt i'll go even if i said earlier to them that i'm interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So,&lt;/strong&gt; what am i pointing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sports&lt;/strong&gt; ain't just for me.... (in trini's words... "i'm &lt;strong&gt;allergic&lt;/strong&gt; to sports") ... as i'm allergic to &lt;strong&gt;crowds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAG-ARAL NA LANG KAYA AKO? hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14985834-114157332656662109?l=idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114157332656662109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14985834&amp;postID=114157332656662109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114157332656662109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14985834/posts/default/114157332656662109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontlikeyoutoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/wasted.html' title='Wasted'/><author><name>Alikeness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11059602114180488184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/2614/picture468et.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
