<?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-34781499</id><updated>2011-10-11T08:10:45.359Z</updated><category term='halo-halo'/><category term='iago'/><title type='text'>blistered dreams..my colicky nights</title><subtitle type='html'>The Pajama, a personal journal of a single male in 20s, 80&amp;#39;s kid, only child, closet brat, proud to be sexually active, listens to opinions about politics, about earth, the world and other planets, about life, morality &amp;amp; religion, european, argentinean, israelite, pinoy, philippines, wales, scotland, irish, basketball, friendlies, games, internet junkie, blog.</subtitle><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-7122759000949565938</id><published>2007-08-13T02:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-13T02:11:26.677Z</updated><title type='text'>move</title><content type='html'>move...bloggie move... hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-7122759000949565938?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/7122759000949565938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=7122759000949565938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/7122759000949565938'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-5631982299968873108</id><published>2007-03-25T15:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:32:03.423Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iago'/><title type='text'>iago!!!!</title><content type='html'>i want you all to welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Iñigo a.k.a Iago"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Rgac-Bvk6UI/AAAAAAAAABE/CBuLD83QdYc/s1600-h/Picture%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 176px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Rgac-Bvk6UI/AAAAAAAAABE/CBuLD83QdYc/s320/Picture%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045893021949028674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Rgac9xvk6TI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fWZlXvD8wBs/s1600-h/Picture%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 174px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Rgac9xvk6TI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fWZlXvD8wBs/s320/Picture%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045893017654061362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Rgac-Rvk6WI/AAAAAAAAABU/b6CI5yYHX6w/s1600-h/Picture%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 176px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Rgac-Rvk6WI/AAAAAAAAABU/b6CI5yYHX6w/s320/Picture%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045893026243996002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Rgac-Bvk6VI/AAAAAAAAABM/IdkxDej5z2g/s1600-h/Picture%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 175px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Rgac-Bvk6VI/AAAAAAAAABM/IdkxDej5z2g/s320/Picture%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045893021949028690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thug Iago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/RgaeLhvk6bI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vbhj4GCBHt4/s1600-h/Picture%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 202px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/RgaeLhvk6bI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vbhj4GCBHt4/s320/Picture%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045894353388890546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/RgaeLhvk6aI/AAAAAAAAAB0/20N_ITZJEe4/s1600-h/Picture%288%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 203px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/RgaeLhvk6aI/AAAAAAAAAB0/20N_ITZJEe4/s320/Picture%288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045894353388890530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/RgaeLRvk6ZI/AAAAAAAAABs/QykWAv9j85E/s1600-h/Picture%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/RgaeLRvk6ZI/AAAAAAAAABs/QykWAv9j85E/s320/Picture%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045894349093923218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smurfs Iago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/RgaeLRvk6YI/AAAAAAAAABk/uBgghZ8HNsg/s1600-h/Copy+1+of+Picture%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 182px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/RgaeLRvk6YI/AAAAAAAAABk/uBgghZ8HNsg/s320/Copy+1+of+Picture%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045894349093923202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Rgac-hvk6XI/AAAAAAAAABc/OpoQAJt3HQ0/s1600-h/Copy+1+of+Picture%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 181px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Rgac-hvk6XI/AAAAAAAAABc/OpoQAJt3HQ0/s320/Copy+1+of+Picture%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045893030538963314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-5631982299968873108?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/5631982299968873108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=5631982299968873108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/5631982299968873108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/5631982299968873108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2007/03/iago.html' title='iago!!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Rgac-Bvk6UI/AAAAAAAAABE/CBuLD83QdYc/s72-c/Picture%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-6609814505517753834</id><published>2007-03-07T15:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:31:28.787Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halo-halo'/><title type='text'>blllfftt</title><content type='html'>oggix has spammers.&lt;br /&gt;muthaffffffffffff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched 300. the film was good. i like the digital thingie. i just hate the crowd/audience. especially when both kings were talking..cant hear em coz guys were howling. errr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still having therapy, was suppose to do it myself but cant seem to muster it and my foot still hurts everytime..most of the time. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbgs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i dont want that one day i cant use my right foot anymore.. that sucks.. totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the MARANG.. the furry fruit ni Abba. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Re7f3k7RAfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/n8Y4EF8D40w/s1600-h/Picture(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039211178972217842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Re7f3k7RAfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/n8Y4EF8D40w/s320/Picture%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Re7f307RAgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kl7T_JVfrPI/s1600-h/Picture(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039211183267185154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Re7f307RAgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kl7T_JVfrPI/s320/Picture%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Re7f307RAhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5pLAtnUiws8/s1600-h/Picture(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039211183267185170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Re7f307RAhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5pLAtnUiws8/s320/Picture%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the shell.. i ate..ang hirap kainin ng shell matigas! wahahaha! and that's my eyore plate. hahaha!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Re7hKE7RAkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MPe_W2EE3bc/s1600-h/Picture(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039212596311425602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Re7hKE7RAkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MPe_W2EE3bc/s320/Picture%2818%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .. remember.i named it "the pussy shell" hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Re7f307RAiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hkYbHTrKAHQ/s1600-h/Picture(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039211183267185186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Re7f307RAiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hkYbHTrKAHQ/s320/Picture%2817%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-6609814505517753834?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/6609814505517753834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=6609814505517753834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/6609814505517753834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/6609814505517753834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2007/03/blllfftt.html' title='blllfftt'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3eICMrq5Ds/Re7f3k7RAfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/n8Y4EF8D40w/s72-c/Picture%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-117155451222718089</id><published>2007-02-15T15:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:50:52.580Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first Ukay2x.. worth 20.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7340/3856/1600/797651/Copy%201%20of%20Picture%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7340/3856/320/965814/Copy%201%20of%20Picture%2815%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;the bread. dont ask.. the bread. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;(i made it) hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7340/3856/1600/888426/Copy%201%20of%20Picture%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 105px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7340/3856/320/911017/Copy%201%20of%20Picture%2811%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-117155451222718089?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/117155451222718089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=117155451222718089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/117155451222718089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/117155451222718089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-first-ukay2x.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-117112262822133210</id><published>2007-02-10T15:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:32:37.934Z</updated><title type='text'>Playmate</title><content type='html'>They ruled out physical foul play, they ruled out chemical foul play... so how did Anna Nicole Smith die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her sudden death, a baby girl now has no mum and a lot of men claiming to be her dad.&lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't... a Trust Fund for the baby and that's a jackpot to whoever has the custody of the child not only the money but also her properties. so, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who else wants to be the baby girl's dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a curse. lactose intolerant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;its not a curse.&lt;br /&gt;with great power comes great responsibility...&lt;br /&gt;sacrifice dairies! NO WAY! i cant say no to CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;dont forget the ICE CREAM!&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-117112262822133210?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/117112262822133210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=117112262822133210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/117112262822133210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/117112262822133210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2007/02/playmate.html' title='Playmate'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-117042666600289206</id><published>2007-02-02T14:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:33:28.270Z</updated><title type='text'>USED</title><content type='html'>and someone popular in the boxing world now taking its path to politics... give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;if im an eligible voter.. I wouldnt vote for him this coming election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics nga naman dito sa Pilipinas kung sino pwedeng masakyan. HALA SIGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so am talking about Pacquiao. Though there's no confirmation yet from his own mouth that he'll run for office this coming election but people around who wants him to run are having this interviews that he'll run (sana madapa!)&lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;louis vuitton handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and they're pretty much confident about it. Manny for Mayor and his laywer for Vice? what?! wow Mr. Lawyer you're such a lucky ba*****! not only you'll go with his Popularity votes but also during campaign you'd be sitting pretty coz you don't need to worry bout campaign funds.. SHEMPRE si MANNY running mate mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to add.. technically how can Manny run when he just transferred his residency and voting rights just this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manny and his boxing career, on a meltdown? (pinaglaruan ka talaga ng mga taong nakapalibot sayo)&lt;br /&gt;your next fight is with that..uhh korean boxer? and when you had that interview about why youll be fighting this boxer not barrera or marquez, you sound as if you've won already a Major division belt.. you are still a challenger in your division. fine you do have a belt.. what's that? some intercontinental shit? are you afraid of taking a challenge and getting the belt that Marco Antonio Barrera have? you've beaten him before.. why not take on him now? (kasi nagpaloko ka naman sa mga tao jan..) you went with Bob Arom instead of Dela Hoya's Golden Boy Productions. what a stupid move.. with the path ur taking now.. i dont think youd be getting any WBC/WBO Major title belt. sure, every fight comes with money but where is your pride now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I mean c'mon... why y'all have to use someone..and why would you allow yourself to be used by others?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-117042666600289206?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/117042666600289206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=117042666600289206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/117042666600289206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/117042666600289206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2007/02/used.html' title='USED'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-117014924767567117</id><published>2007-01-30T09:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:34:30.263Z</updated><title type='text'>...no title</title><content type='html'>made tortillas.. consumed 2 pcs just this afternoon. still have 10 stacked in a foil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tortilla:&lt;br /&gt;3 cups all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup warm water or more if needed&lt;br /&gt;4 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup vegetable shortening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cooked ground pork with chopped tomatoes and bell peppers... and lots of ground and cayenne peppers, cumin and all spice... made garlic mayo too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always have cheese and lettuce to top it all.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for dinner..am thinking of cooking stir-fry chicken in garlic sauce.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lg. garlic cloves, minced&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. water&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. honey&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp. vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp. cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. boneless, skinless chicken breast, cut into strips&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. chopped green onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippines 2007...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in politics..its like rotten halo-halo.. the way its been around, how anti-administration politicians are one by one ousted thru preventive suspension from their current positions.&lt;br /&gt;how come those pro-administration officials/politicians are still seated in their offices where theyve got same cases pending with the ombudsman? cases pending for ages already than those who were recently ousted anti-admin officials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian Open 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its a bit of old news.. Roger Federer still dominates the first open tournament this year. Federer defeated Gonzales 3 sets to none. the first set was a long one. went to a tie break.. and the next two sets.. Gonzales could no longer hold his plays.. Federer never dropped any plays.. and broke Gonzales' during his fourth serve. the 3rd set Federer was playing Gonzales on the net, very well done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womens title went to Serena Williams. the floater of this tournament defeated the ranked number one Maria Sharapova. Sharapova cant dominate williams power serves and classic plays in court...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday Movie&lt;/b&gt;.. after i got back from a party at the beach... i decided to watch Night at the Museum.. and once again seated next to me....KIDS! weh! i laughed out loud..louder than them. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehehe! After the film i told hunny i want to be a Night Watchman. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;just weeks ago..told her i wanna be a Dragon Rider and that i want a blue dragon! just like Eragon! hahahaha! ooohhh...saw a couple of movie trailers.. too many movies to watch!!!! i like The Fountain.. i hope its a good one. and yeah The Epic Movie! Oceans 13! HP! Fantastic 4 and the Silver Surfer! whoa! Spiderman! etcetera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-117014924767567117?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/117014924767567117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=117014924767567117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/117014924767567117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/117014924767567117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-title.html' title='...no title'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116879282393644287</id><published>2007-01-14T16:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:35:09.918Z</updated><title type='text'>Me and 007</title><content type='html'>i have been long gone from the blog world.&lt;br /&gt;a very long vacation ei. hehehe! and this will be my first entry this year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;(cant think of anything to write...but atleast..somethin to start with...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive accepted and renewed my contract here in the philippines. so now im actually working AGAIN. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but ive laid a couple of my own terms.. something that really favors me.. (sana lang..no more OCD moments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now im really happy with my life and what the previous year has brought me.&lt;br /&gt;I ended that year with you..and will start this new year with you.. hunny. Thank you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116879282393644287?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116879282393644287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116879282393644287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116879282393644287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116879282393644287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-and-007.html' title='Me and 007'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116689471192328847</id><published>2006-12-23T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-23T17:25:11.933Z</updated><title type='text'>Greetings EARTHLINGS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/cooltext39414169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116689471192328847?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116689471192328847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116689471192328847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116689471192328847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116689471192328847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/12/greetings-earthlings.html' title='Greetings EARTHLINGS!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116678863844543313</id><published>2006-12-22T11:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:36:08.292Z</updated><title type='text'>isang gabi at red WYN.</title><content type='html'>past 4pm got a text message from a friend (Wyn).&lt;br /&gt;its his bday and he'll be having a dinner party at their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm took a shower and around 630pm call a cab and head for Pao's so we can go together.we got there almost 7pm.. just nuff for the table to clear out some guests..&lt;br /&gt;and the lechon ribs to show. Wyn got us a separate table and two chairs since some of the peepz around are unknown to us. Wyn has his HighSchool friends of whom we know but not that really close to us and his Law school mates which we just met.&lt;br /&gt;I had spaghetti, chicken, inihaw na panga, pork asado, rellenong bangus, mango float, mocha roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner Pao and I listen to Wyn's iPod and just talked, we're waiting for Anne another friend of ours to arrive so with Enzo. Anne's with her family having dinner while Enzo is out with his boss drinking. Right after deal or no deal Anne arrived and didnt want to eat anymore. so she just sat and chatted with us and at the same time calling Wyn asking for wine since she was not up to drinking beer that night. since she got here daw kasi beer nalang lagi iniinom nya she wants something else. about 30mins passed Enz arrived while Anne shocked a bit.. "putang ina! is that ENZ?! what's with the outfit?!" Enz was still on his office uniform. Anne's quite lost with how the peepz around her moved on.. while she's still at school taking law. &lt;i&gt;"feels like college pa daw kasi"&lt;/i&gt; She even asked us how old she is.. huh? hehe! Wyn's bday cake has 25 on it.. her mind slipped a bit.. thought she was 25 too. hah! Wyn's older than us. ump! ayun, Anne's getting bored wala pa kasi ang wine nya! she wants Red Wine at si Wyn nahihilo na sa kaka-entertain ng mga bisita nya. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we decided (Me, Pao, Enz, Anne) na punta kami ng bar to just chill for awhile and come back ulit after bumili ng Red Wine.. she havent been out since she got here so wala pa syang alam "what's in!"..Wyn drove us to this bar.. pag pasok pa lang nakakita na agad si Anne ng family friend nila na mejo di nya trip she said she's annoyed with the guy (nahihiya sya to shoo him off). we transferred to a table near the DJ's booth lumipat kami para sana makaiwas na si Anne dun sa lalaki but sumunod pa rin. hahaha! woops! they asked me what to order.. So i got them Long Island Iced Tea, Singapore Sling and Sex on the Beach.. We stayed there for about less than an hour and went to this convenience store to buy Red Wine.. Anne's been meaning to drink Red Wine ever since she got into Wyn's house. We got two bottles, that's how bad she wants the wine.. yun nga lang isa lang daw babayaran nya.. so ako bumayad ng second bottle. then we head back to Wyn's place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkadating pa lang ng bahay nila Wyn pansin ko na may amats na si Enz (eto kanina pa kasi uminom with his boss) and a bit on Anne(she had more than one glass kasi ng cocktail).. si Pao mejo tahimik na.. i think they're not that tough with cocktails.. twas served pa naman in tall glasses and straw.. sabi nga nila mejo strong daw ung Long Island! ok... but the 2 bottles of Red Wine didnt last for one hour.. tsk! Si Pao had one glass, while Anne and Enz.. ginawa atang tubig ung wine. i didnt drink coz im having colds.. did not smoke either kasi baka lalong lumala pa sipon ko.. at baka sasabayan pa ng ubo. ump! yung brazo de mercedes nalang pinagtuunan ko ng pansin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrive at Wyn's after kami mag bar way past 11pm.. naubos ung wine after midnight.. si Anne was drunk na.. we had to go home just to make her stop talking kasi lumalabas na sya at nakikipagusap (with her lungs out) dun sa isang guy na friend din namin na mejo may unfinished business silang dalawa.. she told us she wanted to slap the guy. hahaha! buti nalang nahatid na pauwi. and we were afraid that someone called the police kasi istorbo na kami sa mga neighbors.. actually si Anne lang ang maingay at nagiingay. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convo at the bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si X ung guy friend ni Anne na ayaw nyang kausapin&lt;br /&gt;we were chatting so loud kasi nga nasa harapan kami ng Djs Booth and he's playing deep house music. mejo OP na ung guy.. and we were talking about the drinks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Sex on the Beach is ok.. (@&amp;amp;*# sa dagat!)&lt;br /&gt;Pao and Enz: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Enz: But this is better *pointing at the menu - Screaming Orgasm*&lt;br /&gt;Anne: its on its way there you know..... sex and orgasm..&lt;br /&gt;*laughs at sumingit si X*&lt;br /&gt;X: Do you want ung masarap talaga? &lt;i&gt;*blah blah explaining the feeling pag uminom*&lt;/i&gt; order kayo ng blow job.&lt;br /&gt;Us: ohhh...really?&lt;br /&gt;*i was confused at first but eventually understood what he was trying to say*&lt;br /&gt;X: its served with flames on&lt;br /&gt;*now i really know what he meant*&lt;br /&gt;Enz: *looking at the menu for that drink, looks up* OH! Blue Job! not Blow Job!&lt;br /&gt;X: ah guys..excuse me.. *went out of the bar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he never came back. *good job ENZ!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116678863844543313?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116678863844543313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116678863844543313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116678863844543313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116678863844543313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/12/isang-gabi-at-red-wyn.html' title='isang gabi at red WYN.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116640931556188829</id><published>2006-12-18T01:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T02:35:15.573Z</updated><title type='text'>my gadget wish list</title><content type='html'>Sony VAIO UX280P Micro PC VGN-UX280P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sonystyle.com/intershoproot/eCS/Store/en/imagesProducts/MoreImages/VGNUX280P_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sonystyle.com/intershoproot/eCS/Store/en/imagesProducts/MoreImages/VGNUX280P_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TDS Ranger 300X Pocket PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 431px; height: 431px;" src="http://i.expansys.com/i/b/b125903.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung HPN6339 63 HDTV-Ready Widescreen Plasma Television w/ 2 Tuner Picture-In-Picture &amp; Double Screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.electronicexpress.com/images/products/large/4825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepper Pad Internet Media Player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pdablast.com/images/articles/pepper1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/B0009AFX0S.01.PT03._SS400_SCLZZZZZZZ_V1113472822_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer AVH-P6800 DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.andale.com/f2/110/116/23349726/2006/10/27/AVH_P6800DVD_w_bluetooth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 566px; height: 378px;" src="http://electronicgiant.com/catalog/images/AVHP6800DVD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Playstation 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.igniq.com/images/sony_playstation_3_180505.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one..well..maybe next time. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://k43.pbase.com/o4/87/331787/1/61534462.top.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 329px;" src="http://www.steves-digicams.com/2006_reviews/d200/d200_front_blk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si russ super mahilig nito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116640931556188829?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116640931556188829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116640931556188829' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116640931556188829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116640931556188829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-gadget-wish-list.html' title='my gadget wish list'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116636341970829334</id><published>2006-12-17T13:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:37:11.449Z</updated><title type='text'>ghostly sandals</title><content type='html'>i need to change my fone... weh! (it hangs a lot)&lt;br /&gt;my mp3 player's busted... double weh! (something's wrong with the display)&lt;br /&gt;tummy problems again... trigazillion wehs! (something's wrong with me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed mostly here just watching tv and eating and smsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh.. yeah i did went out bought leather sandals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 135px" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/sandals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this really cheap!!!! and i even got a 10% discount..&lt;br /&gt;its the only style that fits me.. errr... its mostly too small or too tight.. hayz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also went out (twas d 13th i think) with some friends got home past 3am.. (sorry hun was too sleepy) had 10 bottles of red horse and 3 cocktails.. was tipsy but still able to walk for about 1KM to another resto..where we had our very early breakfast.. ordered a very salty longsilog.. eek.. ohhh before we started drinking alky that night, Pao got a Black Forest Frappe and I got myself Iced Cafe Latte... Pao kept complaining that there's not much crushed ice in his frappe...and mine tastes like condensed milk with a dash of coffee and some ice cubes.. in short we were not happy with our coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was already alone in the cab's backseat (after dropping off Pao) when the driver asked if he could turn on the lights. i said, sure. then he started making kwento...about him having saw a ghost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had this female passenger once.. seated at the back, he was to drop her at some village...and on their way he looked at his passenger trying to check if everythings fine.. and yeah drivers needs to look at the rear view mirror once in awhile.. when he checked..he saw two passengers.. confused..he checked again...and tried to see if there were really two passengers.. again he did saw the "other" passenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then asked the girl if she really is the ONLY passenger...and the girl said "yes".. as the girl confirmed he hit the brakes, got out of the taxi and ran.. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;louis vuitton handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; real passenger who was confused then followed him and yelled why on earth he was running away.. he then told the girl about what he saw..then they both ran and ran..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weirdos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the kwento i saw him kinda shook off his shivers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and said..it was at this hour that that happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghost or no ghost..i just wanted to get home that time and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn..what's wrong with oggix...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116636341970829334?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116636341970829334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116636341970829334' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116636341970829334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116636341970829334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/12/ghostly-sandals.html' title='ghostly sandals'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116591538594907623</id><published>2006-12-12T09:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:23:06.326Z</updated><title type='text'>weird.</title><content type='html'>the flower. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blooms once, only at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/hazim/Picture23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/hazim/Picture16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "dirty" beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/hazim/Picture25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/hazim/Picture26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the freakie carrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/hazim/Picture8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fave sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/hazim/sheets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEY JOE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my name is not JOE! and im not an AMERICAN! kids here do that. at first it was okay... now its quite annoying. *nevermind*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116591538594907623?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116591538594907623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116591538594907623' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116591538594907623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116591538594907623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/12/weird.html' title='weird.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/hazim/th_Picture23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116580253392905230</id><published>2006-12-11T01:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:38:52.791Z</updated><title type='text'>Bad Manners!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; MALANDI&lt;/span&gt; pose of a 5-yr old boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 161px" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/hazim/upclose01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Send me his pictures.&lt;br /&gt;A's mum: Alex?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup....&lt;br /&gt;A's mum: Okay, the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Malandi &lt;/span&gt;picts you took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BAD MANNERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's alex fave and overused expression.&lt;br /&gt;even if its out of line.. he's gonna say that no matter what.. he may be right or wrong. even if you're chiding him with something he did and he dislikes it..&lt;br /&gt;so instead of getting mad at him. you cant do no more but laugh.. because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BAD MANNERS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's way too serious when he tells you that.. with darn conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh his mum shared something...&lt;br /&gt;Graeme (my other cuzn) tried to scare him once.. and Alex was caught off guard, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so he got really scared-shock-ish and to hide his fear he kicked Graeme. weh! went out of the room and before he closed the door he shouted ... &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"YOU STUPID FREAK!".&lt;/span&gt;. uhmm that's Alex now.. tsk tsk.. (naunahan kasi!) hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;its just that Alex doesnt want to let others see that he's weak, he pulls out this bully act to anyone who tries to scare him instead.. to think that he's only 5. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BAD MANNERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116580253392905230?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116580253392905230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116580253392905230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116580253392905230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116580253392905230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-manners.html' title='Bad Manners!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/hazim/th_upclose01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116533292487919769</id><published>2006-12-05T15:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:39:49.405Z</updated><title type='text'>blog-back</title><content type='html'>more recent update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feelin better now.. no more tummy probz. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no..i think am cursed for eating too much! hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my 3rd day of tummy prob. it started gettin funny-weird last sunday. or was that saturday? it sucked most when i went to the mall and have to hurry goin back here.. i want to eat but everytime i do so.. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea where i got this.. from the food? was it from that greasy lechon? hah! but i had that sunday dinner time.. it started mid-morning. hmft! oooohhh i hated this.. and please.. i just want it gone..coz i dont like being rushed into clinics.. double ump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last! my money went thru already. i checked the bank yesterday but it wasnt deposited yet. i didnt received any notices that it was wired to me.. its like an SOP that they send me emails and SMS when they wire some money.. it was sent last dec. 2.. i checked it yesterday dec. 4.. not there... but when i checked my phone early today.. whoa! its in! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week::&lt;br /&gt;been days since my last blog. just too lazy and tired to come online. :) The week's been rough and fun at the same time. Its really hot in the middle of the day and starts to get really dark not too late in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash was kind enough to send his car...well actually, with a driver that comes along. Anyways i was in and out of the bank twice this week and not to mention the ATM withdrawals! err.. expenses! expenses! i havent done my HW of writing it all down... so i dont know yet how much ive spent for this week. i bought this really CHEAP semi-aviator lens.. i think its really tight and heck its just a hundred and fifty pesos! :D i was also planning of buying cool printed shirts and hoodies.. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but cant seem to find time or insert it when im roaming around checking on cool restos, diners or just sit still here and wait for the delivery...and EAT! yeah! its been food! food! food! that's where most of my money went to! hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS-ing&lt;br /&gt;Me: Want some pringles?&lt;br /&gt;Cheenz: Are you coming over?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope!&lt;br /&gt;CHeenz: Ur weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ooops!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116533292487919769?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116533292487919769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116533292487919769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116533292487919769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116533292487919769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-back.html' title='blog-back'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116512955214083205</id><published>2006-12-03T07:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-03T07:05:52.150Z</updated><title type='text'>3rd of December</title><content type='html'>...it was around 3am.. short breath, tightened chest, and knees weakened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill blog more later. miss u guys! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116512955214083205?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116512955214083205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116512955214083205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116512955214083205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116512955214083205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/12/3rd-of-december.html' title='3rd of December'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116462917905102555</id><published>2006-11-27T12:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:40:49.846Z</updated><title type='text'>toxicity</title><content type='html'>news is really depressing especially when its all toxic. just like the evening news here.. (child pornography, rape-slay, murder-slash-crime of passion, etc) yeah that's just the local news. every morning id turn on the tv, watch or just listen to the morning news (local) and switches to CNN once in a while.. that's my usual do's. its a habit that's been in me for years already (wake up, reaches for the remote and turn on the tv already on the news channel). i wanna atleast rest from this toxic habit once in a while.. ill do that when tv's out of my room. weh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel depressed, i think (wala sabog lang ako) yeah i guess i am high or the opposite of it. whatever it is, i feel so low. i have been suffering gum problems for the past what? 3 days? i shouldve extracted this wisom tooth a long time ago. but i dont like the idea of slicing it open to get it out. errr! there's nothing wrong with it, its just that ill have to suffer everytime there's like a growth movement with the tooth underneath.. that's when the swelling comes in for days. Thank God for pain relievers and antibiotics. that's a combo that would surely knock me off to sleep and wake up later with a darn heavy head and some pull of depression! weh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i have introduced Alex to you. here's a thing about why ive given Alex extra attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has an older bro just hmm 11 months older? i think.&lt;br /&gt;even before Alex was born he was of hiding. her mum did the hiding we never knew her mum was pregnant til that day Alex was born. With that its been known to us that Alex lacks attention from both his parents. Its always been his older bro who seemed to shine always in the eyes of his parents.&lt;br /&gt;To think that Alex possesses better skills/talents and wits than his older bro. too bad his parents cant see what he can do. and at an early age he's manifesting already the rebellious side of him. even if he is like that he still can easily be talked to and you can get along with him so well. what's good about it is that even if he knows (especially) his mum doesnt put that much attention to him like that of his bro he still doesnt want you to speak ill of his mum. and he, as smaller one even defends his older bro when being bullied around. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;louis vuitton handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His mum thinks he's a reckless young kid who doesnt listen to her but Alex shows me a different side of him. Though at a young age he knows already how to reason with you but if you have patience to make him understand how it goes and where he has done it wrong, he would apologize and keeps in mind the wrong thing he just did. he even keeps his promise. there's so much to say about Alex here that's would make you like him too. I just hope his parents would see that sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah , you wont have a problem with him when it comes to food. he eats almost anything and you dont have to spoon-feed him he doesnt want that, he likes feeding himself and would even help you with household chores..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he sings ballads even if its not the right lyrics as long as its in the right tune and he can also make those ballads into rock songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my happy thought... how's the foot spa? *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116462917905102555?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116462917905102555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116462917905102555' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116462917905102555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116462917905102555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/toxicity.html' title='toxicity'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116452573389815746</id><published>2006-11-26T07:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:41:42.471Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after like an hour posting that happy feet entry, my mum called me breaking the news that my dad's half-sister died. it was well expected already since she was terminally ill. it was years ago when she was found to have breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know much about her, i think ive seen her before with some family gathering but i couldnt remember howd she look. the only one i knew or connects me with her is one of her son who she left with us even before i was born. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but my cousin is now residing in HK for almost 10yrs i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i wont be talking much about her since i really dont know a thing or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well one thing's for sure my dad aint going to her wake. and im quite disappointed with him. mum told me that she asked my dad twice already but he declined. my mum could go but my dad's relatives might ask. well they know already why..but you know... gossips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116452573389815746?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116452573389815746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116452573389815746' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116452573389815746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116452573389815746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-like-hour-posting-that-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116437941539683329</id><published>2006-11-24T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:57:10.906Z</updated><title type='text'>are you really happy....feet?</title><content type='html'>I watched HAPPY FEET! was surrounded by a bunch of kids. It was cool coz i could laugh out loud together with them. the kid beside me even tried to dance like mumble. he'd try get out of the chair and imitates the penguins during dancing scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know he's the star...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUMBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/0/e/N/happyfeetmumble.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like this penguin more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/1/e/N/happyfeetramon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still dancing....dance...happy feet! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DID IT...! MY WAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116437941539683329?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116437941539683329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116437941539683329' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116437941539683329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116437941539683329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/are-you-really-happyfeet.html' title='are you really happy....feet?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116433710887960345</id><published>2006-11-24T02:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:42:40.114Z</updated><title type='text'>are you happy feet? hahaha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Recalls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Alex is my 5-yr old nephew)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convo 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(alex comes into my room while i was working)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Are you sleeping or no?&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh,what?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Are you sleeping or no? (in a louder tone)&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh? or no?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Are you sleeping or no?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope. why would you ask that when you can see me doing something else? who told you that?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Jackie&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jackie who?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jackie Chan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convo 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in my room lights off)&lt;br /&gt;Alex: uncle, where are youuuuu?&lt;br /&gt;Me: im tucked in my bed staring at nothing and trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Alex: because? (innocent tone)&lt;br /&gt;Me: weh! (told him again that im going to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;Alex: becauuuussssseeee? (teasing prolong tone)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (repeats my answer)&lt;br /&gt;Alex: becauseeee? (annoying tone)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (repeats my answer again)&lt;br /&gt;Alex: cooooooooooz? (a bigger and louder tone)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (repeats my answer AGAIN) (annoyed a bit already)&lt;br /&gt;Alex: &lt;b&gt;OH C'MON??!!!&lt;/b&gt; (in a loud mature and suppose to be disappointing tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convo 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay sing the ABC&lt;br /&gt;Alex: A B C D E F G &lt;b&gt;X Y&lt;/b&gt; J K L &lt;b&gt;M&amp;amp;M NOPI U&lt;/b&gt; R S T U V W X Y &amp;amp; Z NOW I KNOW MY ABC TENENEN TEN NENEN SING WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sing me another song.&lt;br /&gt;Alex: i have two hands the left and the right, &lt;b&gt;hole in the fire&lt;/b&gt; so clean and bright! (stops singing and says "i dont know" covers his mouth smiling)&lt;br /&gt;Me: what's that counter strike?! not hole in the fire! hahaha! Your mum told me you're not studying. tskkk!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Alex: (grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Happy Feet Day! Im going to see Happy Feet later! nyahahaha! im such a big kid! Im so excited! nyahaha! weirdo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night talks... loving it. stars, moon, the beach, fireflies and chimes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut myself the other day while i was WASHING the glasses! i didnt notice that its cracked and a sharp edge was sticking out.. its not that biggie of a cut but it bled real bad.. that it looks like it needs to get 5 stitches right away! &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well that's me.. i bleed a LOT! even tiny cuts people who would notice it would panic. hahaha! their faces looks so worried while i was just smiling not minding the sting. Its way too small to worry about it anyways! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i stayed here all day. had an early migraine outbreak. all the curtains where down but still was too bright outside lil lights streaks in. had food delivered coz i was in no condition to eat out. the migraine lasted for 19 hours... whew! but now am all good! ready for HAPPY FEET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116433710887960345?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116433710887960345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116433710887960345' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116433710887960345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116433710887960345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/are-you-happy-feet-hahaha.html' title='are you happy feet? hahaha!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116405340268764788</id><published>2006-11-20T19:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:43:33.842Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>of blanks i stare,&lt;br /&gt;with you i bare.&lt;br /&gt;my life and love;&lt;br /&gt;once won and lost,&lt;br /&gt;now am up above,&lt;br /&gt;with something to boast.&lt;br /&gt;with you in my arms, no one can ever harm.&lt;br /&gt;given this feeling, my heart sets to calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i rest with dreams at best&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow and forever; wherever and whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy but cant sleep... its almost 4am. you're all sound asleep...&lt;br /&gt;its no longer a poem but still seems to rhyme, im lost for words and so with time.&lt;br /&gt;it feels so great i dont know why, im so happy but i wont tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow 2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**im off to sleep now FOR REAL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116405340268764788?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116405340268764788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116405340268764788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116405340268764788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116405340268764788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/of-blanks-i-stare-with-you-i-bare.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116399074134793454</id><published>2006-11-20T02:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:44:38.087Z</updated><title type='text'>all thru the day</title><content type='html'>Mum called. telling me that my dad and his circle of family &lt;i&gt;(sis/bros/grandma)&lt;/i&gt; just had a meeting. duh.. they always do that. well again its some misunderstanding with their youngest sis and my grandma. grandma lives with them and she has her own place in their house. but its not the problem.&lt;br /&gt;you know how old age peepz tend to NOT think what they're doing? old-age-turning-kids-syndrome. Last friday she told the housemaid to defrost the other fridge which contained only a few stuff inside..and clean it up later.&lt;br /&gt;And that day my aunt and her husband wasnt home coz theyre watching over another sister of them (half-sister) who is terminally ill. they came home the next day saturday. My aunt noticed that the floor where the fridge was placed was wet, so she asked what happened then the housemaid said that grannie told her to turn it off and eventually forgot to clean it up..&lt;br /&gt;my aunt's eyebrows raised because and hurriedly opened the fridge and saw that her insulin was already bubbling up pretty much unusable already. furious with what happened she confronted my grannie which then lead to the "thing" that made them call up for a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt just aired out that if only they ask them first what they wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;And if my aunt and uncle did not catch the fridge in that condition and when she did not find out that the fridge was off for a day &lt;i&gt;(by that time the insulin wont be bubbly and would have settled back to its normal looks)&lt;/i&gt; and got her insulin shots, that would have killed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pacquiao vs Morales&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an odd fight. Even from the start when they got a view from Morales' you know already that he aint gonna last. Morales trimmed down badly. He looks so weak that even when he was marching down to the ring where they took close-up shots it was as if he wasnt in his normal state. in short LUTANG! For all i know he was already fighting for pride already coz day/s before the actual weigh-ins he still needs to take out 6 lbs. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IMAGINE! its like you're being flushed instantly.(Some girls couldnt even take out that weight in a year)&lt;br /&gt;The bell goes, first round is up. Morales threw a punch a short one not even reaching pacquaio, Morales' jab was too slow he was moving too slow. that's not morales.&lt;br /&gt;2nd and 3rd round. yes, pacquiao is faster than him but it just wasnt morales in that ring. Morales' defenses were down and we all know how smart a fighter he is, he was basically out his own mind. His knees could barely pull his weight if youve noticed it. and everytime he attacks it was like all or nothing. When he told the ref he wont continue after that knockdown it was actually a good idea to not further extend any damage coz he knows he'll be badly beaten up anyways. he already knows how much he's got at that point. meaning. he has nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(imagine you having LBM in a day or two days straight, do you still have energy left? hahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morales had to lose all that weight since it was what has been asked by the promoters and the contract. If on weigh-ins he's overweight he would be paying each lbs for $500k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacquiao on the other hand was well prepared. Morales has to go down in weight, Pacquiao on the other hand has to go up. There's not much to say but Congratulations to his success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who bet on Morales (MARA! hahaha) diba i asked how did the weigh-in go, if Morales got off those weight DAYS AGO or weeks ago for that matter. coz if he did then it will be a good fight. But looking on his condition yesterday. Its very obvious who's going to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good stake for that game was not about who's gonna win.. it shouldve been the rounds the game will last. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not bet and did not get PPV. (if i did i would go for Pacquiao)&lt;br /&gt;I called up a couple of friends and they were disappointed with their money's worth on that PPV. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;shempre ansaya ng mga pinoy when pacquiao won especially those who placed high bets! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding Vilaroia's fight. i dont know why those two judges gave a draw but from what i saw Viloria only one 3 rounds from that 12-round bout. only those when he knocked down Nino. but rules says 3 KO rule is of no effect. I think he still has much to improve. no jab little styles. and a coward boxer. To think that he has better chances in defeating Nino he has longer reach advatage for crying out loud. he's like afraid that he might blow his face or something. Nathaniels was right when he said Viloria isnt a boxer and havent really gone into a real boxing bout. He won most of his fights on KO's sadly Nino can take his punch. he should develop speed and counter punching coz he got none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either he KO's his opponent of his doomed again. we'll see if rematch will soon be set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116399074134793454?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116399074134793454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116399074134793454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116399074134793454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116399074134793454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-thru-day.html' title='all thru the day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116377995058110850</id><published>2006-11-17T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:18:55.856Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day started off well, though my right heel kinda hurt a bit. it was quite late when i had my lunch and after that i went to see Casino Royale. I still cant really picture out Daniel Craig as James Bond, i know he's  a good actor.. but he still looks NOT James Bond, just not the face i would want to be 007. I think John Statham would look better but he's a bit small.&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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im quite sad though... coz someone hates me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont want to talk much about it. "was i too harsh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the world never ceases to amaze and disappoints you both at the same time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116377995058110850?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116377995058110850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116377995058110850' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116377995058110850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116377995058110850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-started-off-well-though-my-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116363828947513394</id><published>2006-11-16T00:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:45:42.163Z</updated><title type='text'>Love's Philosophy</title><content type='html'>By Percy Bysshe Shelley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fountains mingle with the river,&lt;br /&gt;And the rivers with the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;The winds of heaven mix forever&lt;br /&gt;With a sweet emotion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world is single;&lt;br /&gt;All things by law divine&lt;br /&gt;In one another's being mingle;&lt;br /&gt;Why not I with thine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the mountains kiss high heaven&lt;br /&gt;And the waves clasp one another&lt;br /&gt;No sister flower would be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;If it disdained its brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sunlight clasps the earth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moonbeams kiss the sea;&lt;br /&gt;What are all these kissings worth&lt;br /&gt;If thou kiss not me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116363828947513394?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116363828947513394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116363828947513394' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116363828947513394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116363828947513394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/loves-philosophy.html' title='Love&apos;s Philosophy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116333989940013974</id><published>2006-11-12T13:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:46:41.455Z</updated><title type='text'>underneath...and underneath..</title><content type='html'>To rebut what has been previously perceived of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME. In Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The answer: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Absolutely...but in the sense that i am &lt;b&gt;IN LOVE WITH THE THOUGHT OF LOVE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is not in any way connected to someone who is real...and whom i know.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling meets with the imagination and was able to scribble some words out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ways most of us do feel or go thru.. like when this enormous feeling enthralls you&lt;br /&gt;and that you only wanted to capture that exact feeling thru words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hmmm am i being defensive? hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;your lips touch mine&lt;br /&gt;felt like heaven, so divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our hands lingered together&lt;br /&gt;tell me, will you be mine forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart mumbles for you, my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh! but why is it so hard for you to have...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;im not inlove!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116333989940013974?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116333989940013974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116333989940013974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116333989940013974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116333989940013974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/underneathand-underneath.html' title='underneath...and underneath..'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116305824703702744</id><published>2006-11-09T07:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:47:22.223Z</updated><title type='text'>in love and silence</title><content type='html'>i wanna laugh at certain sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to think of anything else but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's an agony to live with just only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whom will i give this so much love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will i spend my life fondly with, each day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am bursting in pain, in bearing this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! so fervid love ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just waiting in silence.. waiting to call out your name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116305824703702744?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116305824703702744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116305824703702744' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116305824703702744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116305824703702744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-love-and-silence.html' title='in love and silence'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116300744482068867</id><published>2006-11-08T17:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:48:08.745Z</updated><title type='text'>furballs!</title><content type='html'>I went out today on a mission..to look for furball collections. just that i really need to get one.. went to almost every toy shop and every disney outlet and the likes.. but zilch!&lt;br /&gt;Ive been walking around the shopping complex ever since i got there..going around..looking for FB! i was desperate..i havent eaten any lunch yet..and its almost 3pm.. before i continued strolling and looking for it i decided to go to an ATM to get me some more cash, its about hmm 8mins away in double pace to get there, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; since the one located at the shopping complex is uhmm out of order. went back again and rested at a coffee shop, watching and catching girls lurking at me. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so for today i had 4 girls caught checking at me WHILE WITH THEIR BOYFRIENDS. sheessshhh..&lt;br /&gt;its quite amusing when they try to sneak and check you out..and i was wearing this dark glasses and reading a book..so they prolly thought i was not looking at them. one time i even smiled at the girl when i caught her the 3rd time and she just went all blushed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwyays,im tired and sleepy. i wanted to write more..but but but.. nevermind. later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116300744482068867?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116300744482068867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116300744482068867' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116300744482068867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116300744482068867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/furballs.html' title='furballs!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116287770215545862</id><published>2006-11-07T05:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:48:58.955Z</updated><title type='text'>......duh</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[A]&lt;/b&gt; Im addicted to Limes.. yes yes... its just that ive been using it for marinades and sauces especially for chicken meat. It has this stronger scent than the regular lemons. and its pretty much abundant here since the shrub is a native in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[B]&lt;/b&gt; I was watching GKNB and weh! what were those guys thinking? not listening or even reading the instructions? countries beginning and ending with vowels.. one answered China and the other Kenya. bummer!&lt;br /&gt;this sexy chiq got it right since she did knew what was asked. *makinig kasi!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[C]&lt;/b&gt; As of today my parents have 6 additional Scottish Terrier puppies. Goodluck dad! I know mum's gonna be pissed with those puppies soon, when they run over her plants&amp;amp;flowers and play with them leaves. nyahahaha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[D]&lt;/b&gt; I have a bad back... it hurts real bad. well its just the right part of my back, maybe coz its heavier since like my bones on this part are bigger.. sometimes it way too difficult to breathe... those sleepless nights. just afraid that i wont wake up the next day. hahaha! im losing weight not in a good way...and its pretty much outta shape.. i havent been on my usual runs every day.&lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; im suppose to run twice a day.. one on daybreak and the other at sundown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[E]&lt;/b&gt; I still havent started reading &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;M&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ary Higgins Clark's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Daddy's Little Girl &lt;/b&gt;. Ok ill start after i log off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try reading these short stories: (click on em)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/maupassant/253/"&gt;Moonlight by Guy de Maupassant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.rose-for-emily.com/"&gt;A Rose for Emily by William Faulkner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;**scroll down the host site to read the story - A Rose for Emily, coz the first part of the site is uhmm full of rose advertisements. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116287770215545862?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116287770215545862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116287770215545862' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116287770215545862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116287770215545862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/duh.html' title='......duh'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116283009913644842</id><published>2006-11-06T15:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T16:21:40.110Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got stuck! yeah right, i was wearing a white Adidas nylon jogging pants and the left zipper gets stuck everytime im opening it. so anyways, i got me a new sim. i still have the old one..but i want a globe number. teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill blog back tomorrow.. just not in the mood to babble more tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116283009913644842?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116283009913644842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116283009913644842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116283009913644842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116283009913644842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/got-stuck-yeah-right-i-was-wearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116273991872214192</id><published>2006-11-05T15:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:49:59.112Z</updated><title type='text'>Life's A Floozy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;please disregard the first one on my wishlist.&lt;/span&gt; *chuckles one*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;im not selling myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *chuckles two*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;im not a manwhore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*chuckles three* just a blog manfloozy! *chuckles four*&lt;br /&gt;(i already said the latter twice in this blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i have NOT been missing breakfast which is quite not on my normal self.&lt;br /&gt;it suppose to be brunch and dinner or just one meal in a day.&lt;br /&gt;i was planning on going to the mall and hang.. watch people do their early xmas shopping while i sit in some resto/shops munching or sipping some-some. but instead............................i went to church.&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh... and just like breakfast its been a month now, that i havent missed a sunday mass. before i used to go like once a month..or once in two months..or..or...longer. *checks for halo above me*&lt;br /&gt;after church i bought me a whole chicken for dinner! no i aint gonna eat all that..i cut it in half and cooked only one half of it, sprinkled with salt &amp;amp; pepper and rubbed it with herbs and o-o. while its grilled inside the microwave i was preparing on my sweet&amp;amp;spicy lemon sauce. then after the chicken's done, i got me a a bowl of corn kernels (the sweet one) put some salted butter and again placed it in the microwave just to warm it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dinner is served*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get back home ill just prolly get some stuff at my place and proceed to my parents house. since im spending xmas there as usual. who else will be together, right? the only child, i am. and its not really that easy to play the role. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the boredom of being alone i can get thru but the responsibility shouldered unto you at a young age...that's the hard part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe it differs in every household. mine is just way too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are those eerie eyes that wont seem to unhook away from you and what you're doing. its like every step, every action, every decision is just way hard to come up with, minding that others might not like it. and yes, the criticisms.. they dont stop flowing unto you. **i need barricades!** (no! i need another life!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116273991872214192?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116273991872214192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116273991872214192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116273991872214192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116273991872214192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/lifes-floozy.html' title='Life&apos;s A Floozy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116248094469326791</id><published>2006-11-02T15:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:50:56.965Z</updated><title type='text'>Multi-chapters</title><content type='html'>i was so darn sleepy today. i woke up early i think.. got me some breakfast and when i got here went again to sleep. woke up to eat lunch then again..went back to sleep after(i went online for a couple mins before sleeping). then woke up around 5pm and yes did not stay online too long and went back to sleep. if ill shut my eyes right now, surely ill go to a very deep slumber again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called yellow cab early this evening to have me delivered some pizza. while i waited i fell yeah.. SLEEEP!!! then i was awakened by someone knocking at my door. Its the delivery guy from yellow cab.&lt;br /&gt;im currently inhabiting one of the 15 semi-lodge-slash-apartment type of uhmm place? its one big building, the 5 rooms including where i am right now has one king size bed-slash-living area, a tv w/ cable, a bathroom, a semi-dining area (a sink ,2 tall chairs,counter-slash-table with a mini-fridge on the side), and a microwave. its not really that big, just enough for 1-2 occupants..3 is well crowded already. then at the side of the building is a uhmm Multiplex(sounds like a multivitamins name) its more than a duplex coz there are 10 of them lined identicaly (two-storey houses that looks exactly the same). all of them are occupied mostly by families. so ive got a bunch of neighbors around. the building where im stayin, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think there where only 6 rooms unoccupied right now. and the rest of the neighborhood, well its composed of big ass houses/mansions whatever u wanna call them surrounding the rest of the area. then it has its country club (golf course, basketball court both indoor and outdoor), swimming pool, gym, function halls, and a club resto. and the place is way secured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of ours is leaving for Australia and everyone is invited to her going-away dinner party. Its like a 45-minute drive to her family's place.. ive been there its pretty cool. the place is rural inside out. its a haven of farm lands and rest houses. its not warm and everything around is green and a whole lotta fruits. and yes im going there tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night, there was this dog who can't go inside his owners house he was crying outside coz he was all wet. He was left alone since his owners are still out dunno where. i cant let him in the building coz its not allowed. so instead i made him a shelter out of rubber and plies scraps. and yeah i got wet too... but its ok. coz if i didnt helped the dog its really something that i cant get out of my conscience. teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116248094469326791?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116248094469326791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116248094469326791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116248094469326791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the latter part. the air seems to change... your back again haunting me. and its pretty annoying and scary at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is about my ex (my 2nd to d last ex), she's back again in her scarecrow persona. and sadly the only thing she's gonna scare is me. i lost you and every hope i once had when i found out the truth. she was the longest girl i ever had a serious relationship with. she was smart, preserved, strong-willed, and very outspoken. she was 2 yrs older than me but i was the mature one when it comes to our relationship. with me around with her for long, she became too dependent, even her decisions seems to make her feel insecure. i was also vocal when it comes to what needs to be done and straighten up.. and she did agree with that. we sometimes have this straight forward talk on how and what we dont like about each other. and it was really good. it showed that we can improve on something. and it showed that we could grow out of that. so everything was really smooth between us. we were not just lovers but we were each other's bestfriends. we both loved to talk and we do converse a lot. from morbid stories to plain gossips we often indulge for hours and we dont get enervated by each other on that long and series of talks. even if sometimes we tend to repeat what has talked about the other day. everytime we talk we just clicked right away. one time she had to be away for a while. she was gettin another degree in another school, she lived with two of her bestfriends whom one was her classmate and the other was already working. they were housemates in one big house near their campus. we communicate everyday. cellphones, Ims, video chats, e-mails and even snail mails (which by the way i needed motivation to work on since im just too lazy to write) but if it makes her happy then im gonna do it. so i wrote her a couple of letters during her being away. even if it contained less than a page, she still loves it. that's because she envies my handwriting(lol). actually yeah its true, she was very insecure with the way she writes. ***i dont get it why she liked mine when in fact my mum always inveighs me about my handwriting where she couldnt read a thing since its too small and too thin.*** and each time we talked it was just so funny coz im all blushed when she tells me how she reReads my letters over and over. quite flattering considering im not good in storytelling. yeah that was some of the good part we had together. and the part where she seems to point me out as one of her personal hero and point of admiration. in short, i was her life and she revolves around me.&lt;br /&gt;our road became rocky when she became one heck of a nagger and pestering me with her skepticisms of my being faithful. which i found so lame and very neurotic. i was truly faithful and everytime ive proven myself she'll be apologizing in the end for her lack of trust. she said she just dont want to lose me.. and i told her that if she keeps on doing that she might lose me with her own doings. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;louis vuitton handbags&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;our relationship began to make me feel vexatious when her unfaithful speculations kept popping like almost every day. i asked her where she'd get that..and why would it ever come into her mind... and i told her bluntly that people who tend to do that are the ones whose really doing it. then she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my "bestfriend" was also going to where she was(almost a month before that issue of my faithfulness came out of nowhere).&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt know anything about that place , so i told him that maybe she could help out, like look for apartments and such. so she agreed. she knew him already months after we two went dating. though they dont really know each other too well. so yeah she did help him out. and they even call me when theyre together. she tells me how she didnt like my bestfriend coz of some attitude probs.. and i told her just let it go. so weeks passed my bestfriend's gf went over there. and he introduced her to them (my gf and her friends). all she did everynight when she called was tattle about my bestfriend and her gf, she even told me weird stories about the two which made us laugh like minutes long while talking. we havent seen each other for quite some time and we both missed each other. she keeps on telling me how she misses me. i told her ill be visiting soon. every day she tells me to hurry coz she's overly excited. and so was i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night her "other self" visited her again.. and then the next day..then it lasted for one straight long week. we fought mostly over the fone and it was a waste of time talking about it since it was all false accusations..and one day i simply asked her what's wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she started to cry..i can hear her weep. then she started tellin me how much she misses me. and how much she loves me..and because of that wanting.. and how she needs my presence... and the part when she said that something happened to her and my bestfriend. while she was in the middle of telling me. in some weird way i felt that someone just wiped my soul out of me. at some point i felt that my heart just stopped beating. that i just totally lost my strength. i was not able to say a word. she was asking me to say something. she even told me to yell at her, be mad at her, cuss her all the effin words i could say unto her. but no words would come out. she even asked if i was still on the other line coz even my breathing..she can hear no more. then i put down the phone.. confused..and trying to snap back..trying to feel if it was all real..or was it just a dream. but, it was real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept on calling me right after i put down the fone, leaving me msgs since i wasnt answering. i disconnected all my lines. i just needed peace..i needed to think. i turned back on eveything in the morning... and she instantly called.. and the first thing she heard from me was.. "why?" and she cried again. cried so hard that i ended up holding back my tears trying so hard not to cry also.&lt;br /&gt;she was having a hard time uttering her words because she just cried and cried. so i put down the fone again. left her a msg to talk to me when she could reason out clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, was trying to be numb myself of what had happened..well, it wasnt that hard.. coz it felt like a building fell over me. then she called again, and she all she could say was sorry. and i wasnt up to that yet. i asked when it all happened... and she said when she started to tell me all that accusations and when she started to feel so insecure.. and so i said to myself.. i was right.. i was right all along.. i was soooo damn right about what i just told her. i wasnt the problem, i wasnt the one who was unfaithful.. it was her.. she did all of it. worse, it did not happen once... and she wanted to convince me that she was out of her mind..that she just misses me so much..and the only person she could have that time, that will sort of link her to me was my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, was my absentee the main reason? so, was that my fault? so, if i havent told her to meet up with him, none of these would have happened.. but if it wasnt my bestfriend..if it was another guy i dont know of..would you ever tell me? would the disclosure really happen? or will you just keep it secret like how you did it with him for too long? i was laughing with you guys..and i was so blind to not see what was going on. the fact...that you both cheated on the people you loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told her it was over. it was just too painful. so i had to be away.. to not in any way talk, msg, write her and that goes to her also.. i wont be taking calls from her, i wont be responding to any form of communication.. i just had to find myself..find a way to move out..and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i did really have not heard from her for almost 5 months after that break up. then one day.. my fone rang... and yes, i havent deleted her no. so hey i think im ok. and i think the pain helped me in moving on and erased every feelings that i have for her. so i answered... i was in a happy mood that day.. so we talked..and then it became awkward when she started saying how her life was so miserable.. my bestfriend never left his girlfriend since the girl did not know a thing about what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was in comfort with her friends.. and even one of them begged me one time to see her and check on her. i just couldnt do that. so she told me how much she still loves me.. and if i cant give that same love again, she would understand..and asked me if we could be friends..so i accepted the offer of us being friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we talked most of the time.. like we were old friends. she talks about school and stuff..she even asks for help with some of her papers. and whenever she attempts to ask me about something else..i would stop her right away.. i asked her to not go there anymore. and just maintain the friendship we had. it went well for a month..then two.. then.. one day.. she said she couldnt help it..she just wants me back..into her life..that she could no longer bear of us just being friends..she wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, was over it. i wanted the friendship. i, no longer want to go thru all that pain with her. i, was just hurt way overboard. so it was not on my list of things i wanted to go back. so i told her NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she needs time.. she was not over me. she couldnt get over me when im around, so i told her i must leave her. and even if it felt like our friendship went to drain..but its something we just had to do that..&lt;br /&gt;she said she will just devote her time with school and other stuff and will not be seeing me anymore. i agreed since its for the best..for us to move on..especially for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, we havent heard from each other in the next months..got myself a girlfriend (my last ex! HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just one same o day.. i would just hear from her.. since she would just rang and would like to talk to me. it was ok.. but again..just the last time.. it would end up in something else, something else that she wants.. so i had to drop the talk to not go beyond what i cant give anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even until now, she keeps on doing that.. first she leaves me messages.. she tells me stuff..a lil gossip here and there.. and....... those very long messages of how much she still loves me..and how she can never learn to get over me..even after years of trying so hard to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.. i just cant go back anymore. no matter how much i tried to find you inside me.. its just not there any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****my bestfriend until now did not say a thing about what had happened to them. he eventually went on with his life. he's now based in Hong Kong and one time we were both back home he never went to visit me or even tried to contact me. oooh he did spoke to me once..when he found out about the break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she did not tell him that she already told me because my "bestfriend" told her before to not tell me about it. so i told her not to tell him that she already told me. *confusing? hehehe* so that was the last time i spoke to him. he asked why my gf and i separated... i told him another reason.. that it just wasnt meant to be.. i did not tell him that i already knew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116240345933751577?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116240345933751577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116240345933751577' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116240345933751577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116240345933751577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/sorry-dont-read.html' title='sorry. don&apos;t read!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116238545314081020</id><published>2006-11-01T12:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:52:36.622Z</updated><title type='text'>NBA Opening Night</title><content type='html'>I was able to watch Miami Heat vs Chicago Bulls.&lt;br /&gt;not really a fan of the defending champs..so i was uhmm VERY HAPPY with the result.&lt;br /&gt;a whooping 42 point score difference and whatta big blow for the whoweee defending champs.. that's a freakin new record for an opening night blowout! nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago won 108 against Miami 66. nyahhhhhhh! so yeah am happy..i watched it live this morning. im waiting for Pao and Ash to pick me up.. so we all could go together at the cemetery. "WALANG BAWAL" that's what they said. Its a private cemetery daw kasi so anything goes as long as WALANG MAGULO. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; each has private tents and stuff. Security personnel are uhmm watching outside the gate... mostly the ermm "tenants" hahaha! have their own vehicles so its way too hassle to inspect all those coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said theyd be here by 9pm.. and its Tequila Night. Bring in your Best Tequila!!!! woooooweeeeeeeee!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116238545314081020?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116238545314081020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116238545314081020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116238545314081020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116238545314081020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/nba-opening-night.html' title='NBA Opening Night'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116236146791746860</id><published>2006-11-01T05:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:53:34.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Candid Secrecy</title><content type='html'>so bro! you're now married without telling us? wait, others knew but most did not! and now its the biggest issue in our family, just almost a year passed during that previous issue regarding your sister's wedding. gaaahhh! i know you dont want this, just that you mum (my aunt) is making all the fuzz. no not just that, she starts the whole "issue" thing. if not for her, things would be real smooth. the issue isnt that bad but it turned out funny and irksome at the same time with the hodgepodge that aunt did. just hoping this wont turn out that biggie.. but still it is an issue.. *bummer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year ago, your younger sister got married with her well-accepted (by us and we thought ur mum too) boyfriend-now-hubby. it turned out during the day of the wedding or say DAY before the wedding aunt went MIA. yes she did, why? she doesnt want her ONLY daughter get married for some lame reason. So she vanished but it didnt stopped my cousin from getting married. most of us were there even our grandma. Their eldest bro stand-in as a parent for her sister since their mum went MIA and their dad, well he's the one who died of cancer. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;louis vuitton handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dont know where our aunt went or what she did during that time but what she did was just one biggie of a story and a joke of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this, her other son, her next to the eldest son. Now married. i know this cuzn wants or say was eager to get married for uhmm 3 yrs now. He has everything, he is VERY STABLE FINANCIALLY. and here, my aunt again is out of her sanity. the antagonist of marriage... errr.. why so? because you don't want your instant-go-to-son ever get married so you can have him whenever you want him... you're making his life miserable...cant you get it? he wants to have a family.. for crying out loud. he aint a baby no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come with your eldest son (i can surely say favorite son) when he told you he wants to marry his one hell of a liar-bitch gf-now-wifey you supported him all the way through? even if what? just nearly 6 months after his bitch-wifey bore a perfectly healthy and fully developed baby (full-termed pregnancy).. oh my fucking errr..that one was hell of a news.. why? because they werent even together that long with my cuzn. and that bitch-wifey of his is claiming that, that child was his and they believe (my cuzn and my aunt). what the... where's biology101 or sex education in that? because of that my mum and my aunt was pretty much on a distant mode with each other. because theyre blaming my mum that she sort of spread the news.. OH C'MON! even my mum would zip her mouth (which she really did) people would really notice..even your late husband's relatives noticed it.. my mum didnt meddle.. my other older cuzns spread jokes around.. yeah sure.. of course they have their own family and they know what it takes to MAKE A CHILD! errr! so dont blame my mum on it. besides you two are fooled by your bitch daughter in-law. its not us whose walking our heads off.. its you and ur stupid son. errr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to her other son. the one who just got married. he's the silent type, hates gossip and crowds..and now..what did ur mum do...? man...i feel sorry for you guys. well, since it was suppose to be not really secret but just a really simple civil wedding, one of my uncle (mum and aunt's youngest bro) went with them not knowing that they have to stop over on that wedding which he did not know is going to happen. errr (haba!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he thought that the purpose of them goin together was to go at my grandma and visit my grandpa at the cemetery. but their uhmm route diverted..and when my uncle found out about the "other" plan. he and his kids took off and continued their travel towards my grandma's place(which by the way is still half way from that place they did the stop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle wanted to visit my grandma together with his kids coz theyre going to live in the US next year. and he also thought that in some way its his going-away party coz my mum's other bros are goin to meet up with them at grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;Thats including my aunt and some other cuzns. but instead the reason why my aunt went was not for them to go at my grandma but its for that secret wedding.. blaaahhh! to make things simple, my uncle was just something that my aunt wants to jive with on that travel. he's not even invited so why would he come with them.. all the time he thought the time and the travel was meant for him..coz that was what he was told!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of that..the supposedly secret wedding went completely out..the news spread fast as a lighting.. kudos to SMS and international roaming! HAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116236146791746860?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116236146791746860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116236146791746860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116236146791746860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116236146791746860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/11/candid-secrecy.html' title='Candid Secrecy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116230960188696284</id><published>2006-10-31T15:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T15:51:34.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i watched Open Season and i want these two!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue porcupine - "Buddy...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 250px;" src="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/2913/2371/lo/cor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scottish squirrel - "Oi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 250px;" src="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/2913/2371/lo/cos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116230960188696284?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116230960188696284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116230960188696284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116230960188696284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116230960188696284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-watched-open-season-and-i-want-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116230578863926656</id><published>2006-10-31T14:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:54:48.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Them</title><content type='html'>so have you remembered yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine.. well, i just can't visit them especially that im way far overseas. even back then i don't visit much, not coz i don't want to. its just that like my grandpa (mum's dad) is just way far, in another continent! same as my two cousins (mum's side).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first one was older (vinnie) he died due to kidney failure, transplant was the last option but it was so hard to find an exact match for him. he died at the age of 24 (he was attending law school that time)his classmates before are now successful lawyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other cousin (JJ) died 4 yrs ago.. i was 20 he was 21 and since we were almost at the same age, him and i where the ones who get along with lots of things way back when we were kids.. yep, my cousins who are of same age as ours, we tend to be sort of a groupie in some relatively way. so yeah, he died unexpectedly/sudden...not coz of a horrible-freak accident... no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr.. ok.. he died coz he took his own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then an uncle died coz of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;then my grandma's bro died coz of uhmm old age?&lt;br /&gt;i, by the way was able to see him during his last days. bedridden at the hospital, i was the one near him that's why theyve asked me to see him if i have time off. most of his kids has family now and only one was left with him since the rest where at the US now living as US citizens.&lt;br /&gt;he wasnt able to speak much and this time he totally couldnt remember anything.. not even the names of his kids. i was with 3 straight nights relieving one of my aunt. while she sleeps, i look after him. it was 3 straight nights..and the fourth night i wasnt there, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;louis vuitton handbags &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i went back early in the morning after the 3rd night since i was called back in the office. it was too late to go back at the hospital so i just stayed at my apartment for the night and my aunt to me to get some rest too..&lt;br /&gt;that night i dreamt about him, he was actually very happy in that dream and we talked a lot which by the way i cant remember, the ones that i can remember was when he was saying that he was so happy that he is all well and he could really rest now. he was smiling all the time and even thanked me, i was confused in that dream, confused why he was telling me all that.&lt;br /&gt;then i was waken up by a call.. its my aunt, informing me that he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's father.. i did not have the chance to see him or know what's he like xept from the photos. he died when dad was in the middle of senior year in HS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other grandpa died because of an accident, it took months to save him and kept him in this world. my mum was with him when he was transported by a helicopter in and out of the city. (she hates riding helicopters by the way) since he was the only grandpa ive known and really lived with for some time, he was also the best. all of us his lil ones where very close to him. he was like a santa claus grandpa.. and he aint strict at all. he was very cool! so most of us grandchildren where pretty much spoiled brats when it comes to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116230578863926656?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116230578863926656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116230578863926656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116230578863926656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116230578863926656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/remembering-them.html' title='Remembering Them'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116224412420934056</id><published>2006-10-30T20:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T03:03:04.283Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a 3 column layout. you can add image for your header or just plain text or just remove it. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="downloadhref" href="http://www.sharebigfile.com/file/15127/3columncodes.txt.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.sharebigfile.com/file/15127/3columncodes.txt.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both layouts has fixed backgrounds, no banners used, plain div tags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan Jett Layout preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/layouts/jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/layouts/jj.jpg" alt="click to view larger image" border="none" height="300" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download file here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sharebigfile.com/file/15060/jjsourcecode.txt.html"&gt;http://www.sharebigfile.com/file/15060/jjsourcecode.txt.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scroll down the page of the host site to get the security code for downloading.  thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne Layout preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/layouts/al.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/layouts/al.jpg" alt="click to view larger image" border="none" height="300" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download file here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sharebigfile.com/file/15065/alsourcecode.txt.html"&gt;http://www.sharebigfile.com/file/15065/alsourcecode.txt.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scroll down the page of the host site to get the security code for downloading. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Maan sweetie, if you don't like the layout po.. ill give you the codes for the plain 3 column layout or just tell me what you want to do or if you have other images na gusto ilagay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Johanna! here's the div style for your pix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="downloadhref" href="http://www.sharebigfile.com/file/15124/scroll-pix.txt.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.sharebigfile.com/file/15124/scroll-pix.txt.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116224412420934056?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116224412420934056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116224412420934056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116224412420934056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116224412420934056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/heres-3-column-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/layouts/th_jj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116215392860643057</id><published>2006-10-29T20:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:56:01.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Holy MicrowavableSsS</title><content type='html'>the holy part..well credit to holy kettle for that.. i bought 2 large packs for myself ONLY. no..not those unpopped ones..those they say... HAND POPPED EVERYDAY.. i wonder how they use their hands for popping.. hmmmmm..... *thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, just as ive said.. i went out all day.. got a chat hangover with abba the night before that..then after like 2hrs somethin of sleep...got up..ate bfast.. went out..and out..home..out..out...til i saw another sunrise...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that yesterday afternoon, i even went to CJ's family store thingie.. hahaha! her parents owns a Store (General Merchandise), her parents are sooo chinese! they even speak chinese with each other.. so that customers wont know what on earth they're talking about. She helps out on weekends (sometimes). &lt;em&gt;Yung Mum nya ang bilis mag &lt;/em&gt;compute.. not only those that include money but also when she calculates areas and such.. &lt;em&gt;nagbebenta din kasi sila ng sheets/canvas &lt;/em&gt;(different kinds;a whole lotta kinds)same with rubbers and the like. and they talk soooo fast..lol! i couldnt understand a thing. i waited for CJ til the store closes..well.she sneaks out before it did close. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so having not nuff sleep didnt really urhmm stop me from sleeping like a log for the rest of the SUNday. instead i went out again. hah! well... CJ and I went out for lunch. We ate at Chowking since there's not much peepz in that area. we stayed there till 1pm when CJ received a text msg from her Tito that if she could check out his wife and kids..since theyre at the hospital's emergency room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ's 10-yr old cuzn fainted in the middle of the priest's homily. teehee! just makin sure everythin was ok..the doc took a tube-full of blood from her for tests. errr. and the result...well everything is normal. "nataranta lang si tita kasi on and off daw yung lagnat ni dale e."...ahh...ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting her Tita and the kids.. CJ and I went to the mall, she needs a new microwave oven.. i told her to go for stainless ones.. easier to clean unlike enamel coated ones. hahaha! and also those digital menus. GE has one model left with stainless EVERYTHING but its way too BIG... whirlpool they dont have stainless ones shown/stocks.. theyve got moon silver colors.. electrolux on the other hand has only enamel coated ones.. sleek design and colors..no digital menus. errr.. just go for whirlpool.. just the right size and just the perfect digi menus. so yeah.. i did all the installing part when we got back at her place.. *im now a certified service crew of whirlpool/now where's my service fee?oh sorry i forgot, installation is free.errr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** yay! and a sales personnel thought we're wifey and hubby, CJ and I*** EEERRRR!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at her place.. yep... all the delivery hotlines are listed in a lengthwise greenish paper placed in her fridge door. We ordered at this chinese resto. rice toppings, siomai, seafood platter (that came in a box-where's the platter??? -_0 ), fried noodles and spareribs. i stayed there till 9:30 pm..and now am here. doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some-some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Auerback died at 89 - the greatest coach of NBA ever. won 8 titles for Boston Celtics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflexes &amp;amp; Killer Drivers - First was when we were on our way to the hospital, A Jeepney infront of us suddenly halts to pick up a &lt;i&gt;"pasahero"&lt;/i&gt; in a slight sideways manner not even close to the effin side...half of the jeepney's body is still in the middle of our way. Cj had to steer quickly to the left just in the middle of the road and two big trucks are coming towards us. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next was on our way to CJ's place when suddenly a a fast moving taxi suddenly overtakes this jeepney infront of him which puts the taxi's on our lane, just right infront of us! Cj again steered quickly now this time to her right.. good thing she has great reflexes. or else.. or she's uhmm used to this kind of drivers here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.krispykreme.co.uk/krispy/assets/images/3_1_original_glazed/original_img2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.krispykreme.com.ph/"&gt;Krispy Kreme&lt;/a&gt; to invade Philippines! at last...! theyre now branching out here!! i wont have to miss their Powdered Strawberry Filled, Chocolate Iced Creme Filled, Glazed Chocolate Cake, and of course the Original Glazed!!! (I wanna try their new Cappuccino Doughnut by Marco Pierre White)&lt;br /&gt;oh..and it must come with their very own coffee! i always have Americano or Espresso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i just miss these a lot.. when i get to heathrow i MUST go to terminal 3!!! and stay there for hours just eating Krispy Kreme! hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116215392860643057?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116215392860643057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116215392860643057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116215392860643057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116215392860643057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/holy-microwavablesss_116215392860643057.html' title='Holy MicrowavableSsS'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116191236117205668</id><published>2006-10-27T01:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:58:36.761Z</updated><title type='text'>A Nocturnal Tryst</title><content type='html'>Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;you havent given me your name.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;why now you just came.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you that I missed you and longed for you.&lt;br /&gt;but how, I dont even know you.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you , everything in you and even feel your lips touch mine.&lt;br /&gt;but still, why cant I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been coming in and out my dreams for years now.&lt;br /&gt;You come to me at most thrice in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is weird. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you real? are you someone dreaming of me too?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the only way we could reach each other? In our dreams?&lt;br /&gt;When do I see your face?for real...&lt;br /&gt;I know there is someone...&lt;br /&gt;Its just that when I wake up..&lt;br /&gt;I could no longer remember how you look.&lt;br /&gt;all that lasts is how i feel you, how you've touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is weird.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in those dreams, we we're lovers apart.&lt;br /&gt;Even in those dreams, you're not mine.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else has you, there was no "we".&lt;br /&gt;Someone wants us apart, who are they?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how its gonna be....?&lt;br /&gt;Against All Odds... Oh..why me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^bummer^^&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been into this dream.. dreams in a way i seldom have. Who is she? I dream of her once, twice or luckily thrice a year in some random night. When i dream of her tonight, She won't be coming back the next night. Even if i force myself to go back into that dream. all i get is mere disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;When i say i can feel her. the dream was not just any other dream. it felt so real, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i can feel my heart beat rapidly raising everytime im with her. i can feel her touch, her embrace, the warmth, the kiss, and the love... Who Are you...? please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips Of An Angel&lt;br /&gt;(Hinder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you crying is everything okay&lt;br /&gt;I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud&lt;br /&gt;Well, my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;br /&gt;And yes I've dreamt of you too&lt;br /&gt;And does he know you're talking to me&lt;br /&gt;Will it start a fight&lt;br /&gt;No I don't think she has a clue&lt;br /&gt;Well my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;(And I never wanna say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116191236117205668?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116191236117205668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116191236117205668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116191236117205668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116191236117205668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/nocturnal-tryst.html' title='A Nocturnal Tryst'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116190901327390150</id><published>2006-10-27T00:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:59:29.412Z</updated><title type='text'>Maagang pasalubong</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesternight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in the state of devouring into every grub that suits my taste. at this point im typing and eating pringles (once you pop, you can't stop) just the right tag line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring Voids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh drew me back into lucidity.&lt;br /&gt;Into stationary ethos,&lt;br /&gt;to unknown mental means&lt;br /&gt;and inconsistent rationalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light my path towards the proem of reality.&lt;br /&gt;Give me back the rapture that it brings me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oct. 27. (today)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45am : (Someone knocking at the door)&lt;br /&gt;*i was still in bed, covered with blanket*&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i heard the 3rd knock, i answered and asked who was outside. The person answered he was sent by Rheena. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So i rolled over till i reached the edge of the bed and got up. Opened the door and greeted the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitor: Good morning Sir. &lt;i&gt;Pinabigay ni Rheena ning iyang pasalubong &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he was talking in mixed tagalog-cebuano*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, Thanks so much. &lt;i&gt;Asa diay siya gikan?&lt;/i&gt; (Saan siya galing?)&lt;br /&gt;*his eyes went wide as soon as he heard me talk in cebuano with a sign of relief*&lt;br /&gt;Visitor: &lt;i&gt;Nagbakasyon man to sila sa iyang mama sa Lucena.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hands me the pasalubong. a bucket of Special Brojas and a plastic ware full of smoked fish*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yay! too many.. &lt;i&gt;Unsaon man nako ni ug hurot?&lt;/i&gt;. *laughs* (Paano ko to uubusin?)&lt;br /&gt;Visitor: &lt;i&gt;Hinay-hinayi na ug kaon sugod karon,&lt;/i&gt; sir. *laughs* Sige sir, &lt;i&gt;mo-uli na ko&lt;/i&gt;. (Dahan-dahan mo nang kainin ngayon - uuwi na ako)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sige, Salamat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay right now i think i can manage to eat this brojas but the smoked fish.. hmmm.. my mini fridge is already fumed by it. So anyone wanna come over for a smoked fish lunch party? hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116190901327390150?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116190901327390150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116190901327390150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116190901327390150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116190901327390150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/maagang-pasalubong.html' title='Maagang pasalubong'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116184016892527442</id><published>2006-10-26T05:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-26T05:22:48.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im bored. this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/hz1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/hazim/hzsig.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Maan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116184016892527442?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116184016892527442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116184016892527442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116184016892527442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116184016892527442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/th_hz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116179304078992591</id><published>2006-10-25T16:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:00:38.530Z</updated><title type='text'>just not my day</title><content type='html'>i had a very tiring and icky day. the air is so damn warm, i cant seem to last the feverish temperature outside. i went to URC this morning, talk to some of their management staff. saw how everything works at the plant. after that i had to wait outside for my friend, i waited at the car cant turn on the AC since i dont have the keys, well its just too damn hot. i was pretty much oven baked inside. seems like every passing minute all my energy just drained out of me. We stopped by at a seaside resto before heading home. The air is still hot, its way damn hard to breathe. I felt like i didnt even chewed the fucking food just wanting to get out of the place right away. AFter we ate we didnt even stayed for the usual chats, i asked my friend to drop me off somewhere so he won't have to divert his route just to send me home. As i got home i cranked the AC to the fucking full blast. i was too damn tired to take a bath and since i just got back and felt like my body was burning hot i elected not to soak my body yet with water. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;louis vuitton handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had to take a couple of minutes rest before i do that. so i just changed clothes and went to lie down on my bed. i still feel icky and uncomfy but the restlessness won over the latter two. i just submitted myself to a deep slumber instead. woke up past 5pm it was almost getting dark. eventhough the room temp is already freezing cold, i still feel warmth inside that i just want to let out. yeah yeah... i just need this one long relaxing bath....oh please drown me with water (TAP WATER). no heaters! i even had the cold water flowed completely in the tub. and yes at last!!!! i stayed soaked for almost an hour, before my skin gets all wizened. i feel soooo light... soooo rested... well not really rested, my eyes' a bit droopy still. i have a dinner invitation, a simple birthday dinner. so i went, hey its already a free meal so what not. right? i wasnt that sociable so i asked the celebrant to excuse me way early.. i told em im not feeling really well, good that they understand.. since they knew pretty much my itinerary of this day. i got back, went directly to bed.. washed and changed...lights off..turned the tv..and waited for my eyes to completely shut out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i still cant sleep...ill just dose myself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAAN - can i ask for your mailing/home address, please...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116179304078992591?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116179304078992591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116179304078992591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116179304078992591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116179304078992591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-not-my-day.html' title='just not my day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116169571596348028</id><published>2006-10-24T13:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:01:33.437Z</updated><title type='text'>another moving day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i still feel like this layee is a mess. errr. "bahala na"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mango float with a twist. i promised Yna (&lt;i&gt;a 4-yr old chinky little girl&lt;/i&gt;) id make her some mango float, after CJ was bragging all about it to her the other day, when Cj and I took her to the mall and treat her to some kiddie rides, ice cream and a whole lotta junks. Cj mentioned it while we were at ice castle's. So before we went home we had to buy the ingredients first. well, it's still the normal float. but i topped it with crushed choco filled cream-o's. ooohhh the good thing in here..is that we're pretty much generous with the mangoes since its cheaper eventhough its off season. you can still get one cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after buying i wasnt feeling too well...a little dizzy, i opted not to go with them for dinner and just get some rest besides it Ninang Cj and Yna's bonding session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bid Yna goodbye and she kissed me on the cheeks, yeah not to forget that her lips was full of saliva drips since she was slurping on a big mickey mouse lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got back at my place i popped some of my migraine med and made the float..then hit the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moving on...moving out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i officially moved out of my parents house when i was off to college. unofficially i did moved out a long time ago, when they sent me to boarding school up on top of the Swiss alps! geez! (hehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;i stayed there til i graduated from HS/6th Form. I started there as a fresher(Junior School/1st Form) just right after my 11th bday. Since I was already educated in an Int'l School System they chose to put me into another Int'l School System though the previous one was adopting an American IS while the boarding school that im about to join is a British IS. only during school breaks that we are allowed to go home but there are times that we wont be going home since there are school's complementary programmes that we will be attending to since our parents paid for it. i.e. expeditions(ski tours). what i like most was the free skiing and snowboarding twice a week even on regular school days. after i got out of HS/6th Form, i then was busy preparing for college, though im already on the same country where i lived it is still in another city. that's why i have to move out. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i first stayed in a school dorm. I have one room mate JT. he was cool, we've been like bros in just a click. one good thing about him as a room mate was we were on the same course. so we practically have same classes (well most). so we can exchange notes and cross checking each other's papaerworks. after a sem surviving college and maintaining a well damn good grades i have this fund that will provide me for additional financial capability to be able to have an apartment of my own. I got myself a flat (on the top floor of the building it has one spacious bedroom w/ bathroom, a living room, a kitchen, a dinning room, and a separate guest RR). months after living in the apartment i had one of my ex-gf(was my gf that time) to move in with me. had the relationship going for more than a year and we eventually split up. of course, since i own the place... she moves out. well, she only had her clothes and some girl stuff. i still had the apartment even when i graduated from college and had a job. with the job's worth. i was able to buy myself a lot and built a house.. well its located at the countryside so its pretty much a longer drive far off the city. that's why i still kept the apartment since im staying there on weekdays... and on weekends i go home to my own house for unwinding and relaxation. most of my home's design was from my own concept.. it's a contemporary country/cottage house(meaning it has a look of a country house but a different feel of modernistic design inside). after i resigned from my first job, i gave up the apartment since i will no longer be staying much of my time on weekdays back in the city. then i was able to take a job overseas..meaning here. but before i head here, the company that asked me to come sent me first in australia for a 3-month training. i went home after the said training, visited my parents and came here. in one whole year i did went home almost every end of the month and on special holidays. also, i was sent to other places aside from here to check out some things related for the project and also for trainings. though the job was really good, i decided not to renew my contract any longer. i still am working as an off-house consultant for the company that sent me here but my contract for the project in this country is what i opted not to renew. not that i did not like to stay anymore. my work is done and has no need to pursue further, and that would mean if i stay..is an additional expense for them. im just simply helping out. lessen the burden. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116169571596348028?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116169571596348028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116169571596348028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116169571596348028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116169571596348028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-moving-day.html' title='another moving day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116160883718652882</id><published>2006-10-23T13:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:07:17.186Z</updated><title type='text'>blog change</title><content type='html'>I got tired of my other layee..i needed something fresh and light. :P errr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we often recite this before Speech class starts. its like a introductory prayer and we go in unison.. blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;and i thought after gradeschool i wont recite this again.. errr... i guess i was wrong. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the English tongue we speak&lt;br /&gt;Why is "break" not rhymed with "weak"?&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me why it's true&lt;br /&gt;We say "sew", but also "few"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the maker of a verse&lt;br /&gt;Cannot rhyme his "horse" with "worse"?&lt;br /&gt;"Beard" is not the same as "heard".&lt;br /&gt;"Cord" is different from "word".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cow" is cow, but "low" is low,&lt;br /&gt;"Shoe" is never rhymed with "foe".&lt;br /&gt;Think of "hose" and "dose" and "lose",&lt;br /&gt;And think of "goose" and yet of "choose",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of "comb" and "tomb" and "bomb",&lt;br /&gt;"Doll" and "roll" and "home" and "some".&lt;br /&gt;And since "pay" is rhymed with "say",&lt;br /&gt;Why not "paid" with "said" I pray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of "blood" and "food" and "good";&lt;br /&gt;"Mould" is not pronounced like "could".&lt;br /&gt;Why is it "done", but "gone" and "lone" --&lt;br /&gt;Is there any reason known?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, it seems to me&lt;br /&gt;That sound and letters don't agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116160883718652882?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116160883718652882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116160883718652882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116160883718652882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116160883718652882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-change.html' title='blog change'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116144511611586553</id><published>2006-10-21T15:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:02:25.763Z</updated><title type='text'>.......don't.</title><content type='html'>okay, so 3 ladies i met online asked me for cybersex in just a span of one hour. Boohoo! actually 2 blondes and 1 brunette. first things first, i dont do anything sexually intimate online. hah! if you want me, give it to me for realz! and if you can't, then drop the act. im not interested. how can one be so desperate for sex they end up asking for it online... and eventually DO IT ONLINE. that's why a lot of pervz flock in "cyberworld" looking for children to play with. errr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the hell can one stick his penis on a monitor and pretending he's so ramming it in inside someone's vagina..? GO GET A LIFE! Or maybe its just so hard for you to get laid, aint it? GO PLAY DEAD THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the hateNess. im just really pissed coz of what happened, i was working on something and then somebody would be asking for more than sugar! errr! Good thing CJ wasnt looking at the monitor when the invitation was sent. LOL! CJ and I had a great time the other night. she stayed at my place til lunch. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we just stayed most of the time in the room and urhmm in the bed.. and after breakfast i just had to work on something online so she just hang and watched tv beside me. i finished my work around 10am and we practically snuggled til we hit the showers and dressed for lunch. right now am just mad tired.. and is so meaning to shut my eyes and sleep...sleep...sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::: i guess you don't have to expect on something/someone to make your day complete :::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::: coz if it fails.. it'll just be an utter disappointment :::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116144511611586553?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116144511611586553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116144511611586553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116144511611586553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116144511611586553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont.html' title='.......don&apos;t.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116125492420867160</id><published>2006-10-19T10:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:03:10.343Z</updated><title type='text'>McModem</title><content type='html'>Ok, so yeah i know a thing or two about pc..duh.. hahaha! so what the heck. Tammy, Pao's niece was ranting about her modem that it suddenly had an error on it and that the pc completely restarts when she tries to connect. so i gave it a shot. opened her pc and check her modem. did a couple of twitches with the modem and tried connecting again, it didnt shut off but it says that the device did not respond or is not working properly. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;louis vuitton handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok good. yeah that's good. coz this time i know what i have to do. no more twitches but i took the modem out of its slot. clean it up and yeah the ever infamous eraser. yep, that would do the trick. just do some erasing thingie with the modem...y'know..the part where u slide the modem to the slot..that one...yep. and put the damn modem back again. after doing that...i asked Tammy to connect it once again... voilà! up and running again... Tammy treats me to McDonalds after. well, that's my service fee.. hehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill be uhmm busy tom..so im sorry if i cant accomodate y'all... hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill even be turnin on my voda...just expecting a couple of calls from somewhere far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just leave a msg and ill hit u back. thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116125492420867160?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116125492420867160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116125492420867160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116125492420867160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116125492420867160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/mcmodem.html' title='McModem'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116119014394796499</id><published>2006-10-18T16:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-18T17:08:01.816Z</updated><title type='text'>DOA List</title><content type='html'>I watched DOA today. the chiqs or popularly known as DOA Ladies were all electrifyingly hawt!!!! (more about this movie at &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/reviews/33443187"&gt;MY REVIEWS - click this!!!&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; anyways, aside from that i did not do nethang much. eat, ate, eaten. that's more of it in a day. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Froot Loops &amp; Milk&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Banana&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Bacon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Eggs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Fried Rice&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Butter Coconut biscuits&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Vanilla Wafer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Lush Chewy Candy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Flat Tops Chocolate&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Sinigang na Pork&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Steamed Rice&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Bananacue&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Grilled Pork Ribs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Grilled Fish&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Pringles - Original&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Oishi Ridges&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Chocolate Milk&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Yakult&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Coke Light&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;H2O&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the rest i was pretty much chatting with my uncle and aunt who lives at Connecticut. also, im already in the middle of my research and documentary. ill be sending my work by monday next week. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Me and Chocomilk but not plain milk (ick!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Me and Cereal and milk (milk tastes different with frootloops)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Me and Post-Its&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Me and Butter Coconut Biscuits (this i like a lot when i got here)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Me and Strawberry Filled D&amp;D.. though id still go for Krispy Kremes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Me and Pringles (Original and Cheezums or Creamy Cheese)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Me and Puto Seko! (oh man..ive been looking around groceries for this one)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Me and Chuckie (since i got here in the Phil. i always have chuckie chocomilk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116119014394796499?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116119014394796499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116119014394796499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116119014394796499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116119014394796499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/doa-list.html' title='DOA List'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116110110732274267</id><published>2006-10-17T16:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:04:22.041Z</updated><title type='text'>Anti or Pro?</title><content type='html'>just ate a bowl of frootloops. yeah its almost midnight and that's my snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so have you heard the news? hehehe! im talking bout the real ones.. locally. The headliner..and that would be Mayor Binay on Preventive Suspension. The Administration is again hunting down one by one those against them. The suspension was served because that was the directives given by the office of the president. with basis of what? mere complaint of one ex-politician who lost during the previous election. nah.. its really not the reason.. Binay is one heck of a voice the administration really needs to put out to pursue on their plans. Binay is against the Administrations people initiative. and they know too well Binay is a really great force to reckon with. And the only thing right now that's working for their side is ruining Binay's credibility thru backing up that complaint about the so-called "ghost employees" filed by this ex-politician. But they cant shake Binay off that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ni Bunye fair daw yung mga decisions and actions na inilalalabas under the office of the president, hindi daw lahat anti-admin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga sino naman yun? yung mayor ng sta. rosa sa laguna? pro? Oo ka ALyado ng administration. technically the mayor is under your party BUT he is against the plans of the administration kaya nasususpende rin. Si Galaria of bukidnon? same thing, he ran under your party...but its pretty obvious from the people who knew this person that he and zubiri aint really in good terms. may alam akong isa pang mayor.. totally pro administration,&lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all these years wala pa ring decision ang malacanang with his known numerous graft and illicit acts cases.. o asan na? eto pa naman ay super alam na alam na ang paging guilty pero hanggang ngayon hindi pa rin masuspende or even pay its due. kasi naman etong mayor na ito ay PRO-Administration...close kasi sila ni Arroyo kaya ganun lang ang ngyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simpleng tanong ni Binay kay Usec Andanar. simple bill of particulars eh di makasagot si Andanar sinasabayan pa ng pagkairitang boses so early in the morning ganun na maririnig mo sa news, ang ingay ni Andanar! He's the one incharge of enforcing the said suspension pero parang walang alam sa mga ngyayari, ayus very good example na tau-tauhan ka nga lang ng administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang pagkakamaling prutas sa PUNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im talking about Secretary Puno. another sunudsunoran of the administration, obviously kaya sya ang na appoint jan sa pwesto kasi yan din ang trabaho nya dati. from the marcos, ramos, estrada and now arroyo's regime. pati mga ka-puno mo tinatalo mo na. kasi nakakabangga nila yung isang boss mo, si mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di magtagal due process wont be doing any good kung sa mga high ranking officials nga di na makaranas nun what more to the common people. to follow pa nyan ang habeas corpus pag nagkataon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116110110732274267?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116110110732274267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116110110732274267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116110110732274267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116110110732274267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/anti-or-pro.html' title='Anti or Pro?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116101994277817471</id><published>2006-10-16T17:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:06:55.308Z</updated><title type='text'>understand.... will you.</title><content type='html'>quite a day. ive been into this routine wake up time.. too early too early.. can i get more sleep? nope! but still manage to have all the energy to go thru all day..til what..? 5am? and wake up again next 2 hours? geez!forget sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what your trying to do this time, you know how much i hated this. if you really need me as a friend then make it feel like one.. you know i could no longer be with you just as it was before. (this goes to one of my ex gf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like how ur trying to be bashy at the same time weird in how you would tell me stuff about your life right now, dont make me take you back because of mere pity. dont make me take you back coz u think am the only one who can cure you and whatever that is your feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know too damn well how we ended up like this, you know too damn well youve chosen the path you have right now. and you know too damn well... we could no longer be "us" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a friend, yeah i can have you. beyond that is something i just couldnt do. you have to know your limitations now, its been years since we lost in touch.. and its been those years too that its always like this when i allowed you to be part of my friends circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont do this, not to the point that i have to let you go totally even as a friend. too bad, weve known each other long enough. but too bad also, that you still havent played the role we both agreed to be.. each other's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i give way seems like you're fastforwarding way too much. cant we have those convos like normal friends do? i thought it was something you ought to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, you have to understand that friends have limitations. sorry if you'll think im way insensitive or snubbish. but what you're trying to show is what you always do when it was "us" back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont win me over pity. i just hate that. its not love. its mere pity. and it will never work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you asked me over and over again, if you still have the chance on having your way back in my life.. i already told you over and over again and so many times that we can be friends.. no more than that..please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been into a lot of squabbles about how you're reacting. dont make demands as if you're my girl. bear in mind that i am not your man anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know too well that it wasnt my fault why we got into this situation. you know how you lost me. and you know that you cant blame me for what has happened. you know that too damn well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, i wont be taking you back because of pity. because you needed me now.. now that you're sick by your own doings. i dont think its right to put me in that situation. i dont think its mine to decide at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am no longer yours. hope you'd understand by now(even for the effin long years) that all i can offer you is this friendship... its up to you if you want to take it. its all up to you how you will handle it.&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;i wanted not to hate someone... just please dont make me do that to you. dont ever say i am cold.. you're just expecting too much from friendship. your usuals are back again, and you know how much i dont like it. i thought we had an understanding already for the Nth time... but you're back into that weird old self again. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dont strike me for pity.. again i asked you that... dont do it or i might reach to a point where i could no longer extend more to you, even the friendship im offering might seem to be too much for me already.. dont... not to the point where ill say infront of you.. how tired i am of you and your selffish act. just dont. or our friendship will go down to a waste. No recycles needed.&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;i wont be returning your messages.&lt;br /&gt;i wont be seeing you when i get home.&lt;br /&gt;i wont be telling you im fine each day.&lt;br /&gt;i wont be yours.. just not is... not anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116101994277817471?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116101994277817471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116101994277817471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116101994277817471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116101994277817471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/understand-will-you.html' title='understand.... will you.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116093351683715453</id><published>2006-10-15T17:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:08:24.215Z</updated><title type='text'>me on sundays</title><content type='html'>ahhh! awakend by the thunders and lightnings. i wished it wasnt all that, i wish someone outside was taking pictures or something.. but the booming sound that goes with it creates vibrations all over the building. no effin way! i tried to go back to sleep but i just cant. i watched how MIT defeated ADMU. (jesus!Sandy Arespacochaga humanap ka ng ibang mapag-coachAN) that's just something i did to take my mind off the effin sitch. (plus the pillows stacked above my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mind if the lightning strikes some electric post outside and will eventually cut off everything and might even destroy the appliances, i even turned the AC to full blast. later on, the heaven's a bit calm already.. just plain drops of &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rain i hear. good! now i can sleep... *oh darn HBO's doing some reruns on Six Feet Under but im way too sleepy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early today..past 6am i think. but went back to sleep realizing its way too damn early to be up... but still.. i just had like about 30minutes and got up.. took a bath and went out to get me some breakfast... ahhh the smell of coffee.. i dont care if i suck a dozen of novaluscine..i really need a cup for Pete's sake. so i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i consumed two large...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;La fuerza y pureza del espresso con una pequeña porción de espuma caliente de leche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="209" alt="el macchiato" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/cafe_macchiato.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the ermmm nearly half-day stay at the coffee shop and masticated on some pancakes, eggs, and cheesecake! oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/83553218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also checked my mail and went to some sites since the shop offered free connection.&lt;br /&gt;after a while my butt's starting to hurt that's from hours of being seated, ok... so i went out and got myself some booze from this liquor store nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of these.. &lt;img height="171" alt="Kahlua B-52's" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/51124.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt; and a 4 bottles of &lt;img height="287" alt="Smirnoff Orange Twist" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/thumbnail.jpg" width="81" border="0" /&gt; oh mannnn.... OVERPRICING! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to the mall to just errmm hang (watch people..and sites of them ladies...oooohhwee..) but with these things am bringing..is quite a drag. luckily one department store has a baggage counter so i was able to leave my things there and went out the other side. instead of just hanging around i ended up buying&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Lauren's Romance &lt;img height="146" alt="Romance" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/28299002.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and My Ocean-Club Med. &lt;img height="160" alt="My Ocean" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/CLUB_MED_M.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading back to my place, i bought some Kenny's baby back ribs, mashed potato and of course the mac&amp;amp;cheese. so yeah that pretty much stuffed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://re3.mm-a5.yimg.com/image/1413545304" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(tapped insubstantial convos)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[klaud-me]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klaud: oi! aren't [arnt] u coming[cumin] home[hum] for yer birthday?[shorter stress on day]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: nah.. ill be home by christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klaud: rubbish! we could get in free @ Saxo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oh yeah. ah heard Kent's gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klaud: so, are you coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: you got amnesia or somethin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klaud: ok i get it, you don't wanna hang with us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, sort of...im tired of ur fugly ass *laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klaud: ....bleeeep.... *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*more klaud's profane lines filtered*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[cuzn pd-me]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: wanna come over before heading back home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: im still gonna stay til december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: too bad.. we're goin cross-country oktoberfestING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ill be damned..y'all guys @ Stuttgart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: uh-huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: well... just have fun cuzzo. im still due for a month more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: okay then, see yah this december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116093351683715453?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116093351683715453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116093351683715453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116093351683715453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116093351683715453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-on-sundays.html' title='me on sundays'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/th_cafe_macchiato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116072665607337199</id><published>2006-10-13T07:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:10:46.465Z</updated><title type='text'>my friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>i was up til 5am this morning. woke up in the middle of the night, posted my previous entry and basically browsed a couple of sites and did some minor research for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just say am a walking contradiction. in ways of... i can be oversleeping in some days but on other days i just dont know what sleep is anymore. i can be quite gluttonous with food but there are times that i dont even eat a one good meal for two days (meaning its water, coffee, water, coffee, candy, water coffee)&lt;br /&gt;i can be one lazy ass but on the other side just one determined workhorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, what's the deal? nothing really. im just saying im one tough stone to sculp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i practically just had 30mins nap time. was up past 5am, woke up minutes after 6am. hit the showers and changed to 7 for all mankind distressed jeans and a Drifter double layered screenprint shirt. went to pao's to scavenge me some food. all i could find in his fridge was ground pork some onions, garlic, beers, cheese, eggplant, squash.. and bread. i was too effin hungry and really want some meat inside my tummy so i got the eggplant and grilled it after which, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i peeled the skin and mashed. took the ground pork mix it with the mashed eggplant put some onions, garlic a LOT of ground peppers, oregano, rosemary, flour and egg. mixed them up pretty well. and pan fried the effin thing.. and that effin thing turned out quite a kick of instant pork madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed for another hour and went back here. i hope i can sleep.. but seems like my eyes are still wide open. its raining already.. i can hear em outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116072665607337199?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116072665607337199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116072665607337199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116072665607337199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116072665607337199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-friday-13th.html' title='my friday the 13th'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116067742441710843</id><published>2006-10-12T18:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:11:29.646Z</updated><title type='text'>one slumpy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/bnood2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still slumped, the only time i ever got out of bed was when i took a bath/shower and some call of nature errr, got my food deliveries, and got beverages from the mini fridge. Right now my brain is exploding with too much Mojitos! Pop some analgesics. i always have a couple of these..anywhere and everywhere i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home almost 5am. My friends and I stayed outside of Ghana til hmm 2am, we then transferred to a bar down town where more people stayed during weekdays. especially on wednesday eve's since its Ladies Night in the club just right beside the bar. We played billiards and yeah drink drink drink. We were just really having fun. no girls to worry, its the boyz night out. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;louis vuitton handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i cant remember how many mojitos weve swilled for the last 2 hours, and even when we were at the other bar weve consumed some Jack Daniels already. Afterwards we went to this cafe in the park (yeah its in the middle of the park) and got ourselves coffee before heading home. The alcohol didnt take effect while i was still out. I was totally sane when i got back here. Even spent a couple of minutes washing off before i jumped to bed, i woke up and called for some breakfast delivery(waited 30 minutes) then went back to sleep after i ate. woke up again for lunch..again called for delivery.. watched some news while eating and posted my first tagalog entry here in my bloggie. and lastly.. my dinner.. again.. delivered! ate..didnt watch anything and again overdosing myself with sleep. i woke up around 10pm to take my nightly shower. cant seem to sleep soundly if i miss taking a shower before hitting the bed. checked emails..got a client that i have to reply.. needed more infos from his business before i could even start working on it. asked him if he could send me a complete dossier and a 3 or more yrs of FS if possible.&lt;br /&gt;And now, am just killing some time waiting to get droopy again, I answered some questions i found over some pimped site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 Questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Indicate Full Name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your heritage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Place Born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Least favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Car/s you own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you could have any job, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The best places you have ever been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Favorite non-acoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What's your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.How many states or countries have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Piercings? Tattoos?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Are you good at keeping secrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Shampoo/s you use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Perfumes/Colognes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.View on politics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Worst habits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Sex on the first date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 Answers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Phillippe Jahaziel Mikkeli &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"HAZIM"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Kohler&lt;/i&gt; Ruthven-Seton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="30" alt="my pajama" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/hazi_ban.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Scottish&lt;/b&gt;,Irish,Welsh,Argentinean,Israelite,Filipino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Airdrie, NL - &lt;a href="http://www.rhaworth.myby.co.uk/oscoor_a.htm?NS761654_region:GB_scale:25000"&gt;OS Grid NS761654&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rose Pink and &lt;span style="color:#ccff66;"&gt;some neons (makes my vision blurry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;img height="50" alt="just gotta ride me" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/g5.jpg" width="65" border="0" /&gt;Metallic Silver G55 Mercedes Benz (a gift)&lt;br /&gt;and a Brabus Maybach 57&lt;img height="50" alt="beep bleep beep!" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/maybach57-04.jpg" width="65" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. a food&amp;amp;travel documentary presenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuscany"&gt;Tuscany&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crete"&gt;Crete&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maldives"&gt;Maldives&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Juan_Puerto_Rico"&gt;San Juan &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Anything PastaLicious and MeatyLicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Yellow Cab's New York's Finest w/ extra pepperoni and cheese, Charlie Chan Chicken Pasta &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.yellowcabpizza.com"&gt;&lt;img height="60" alt="" src="http://www.yellowcabpizza.com/images/yc_logo.gif" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Dr. Pepper's &lt;img height="50" alt="gulp!gulp! ahhhh..." src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/bdr2.jpg" width="50" border="0" /&gt;, Coffee, H2O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;img height="50" alt="let's drink up!" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/glass.jpg" width="50" border="0" /&gt; Scotch&amp;amp;Soda,Caribbean Cruise,Mojito,Adam Bomb,Original Sin and Flaming Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Dogs, I also would like to own a Panda and Koala (If only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.3 constituent countries of United Kingdom, Switzerland, Philippines that makes 5 countries i have LIVED in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.both ears pierced, no permanent tattoos &lt;img height="59" alt="just henna" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/tat.jpg" width="45" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.yes i am . got a graveyard full of my friends secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.thunder/lightning/snakes/death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Truefitt&amp;amp;Hill,Anthony Logistics, Task Men, Osmotics, Billy Jealousy and sometimes The Art of Shaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Varies depending on where am goin and my mood. i like the scents of &lt;a href="http://www.perfumes.com/eng/men_product.htm?prod_id=9330"&gt;L'EAU PAR KENZO&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.isseymiyake.com"&gt;Issey Miyake&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.onlineperfume.co.uk/hugo-boss-hugo-mens-edt-100ml-p-376.html"&gt;Hugo Boss&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.kennethcole.com"&gt;Kenneth Cole&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.perfumes.com/eng/men_product.htm?prod_id=5690"&gt;BVLGARI&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.perfume4u.co.uk/acatalog/Brands_Lacoste_Cool_Play.html"&gt;Lacoste&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.i-perfume-online.info/perfume-ralph-lauren.html"&gt;Ralph Lauren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Politics is the best profiting BUSINESS especially in the 3rd World Countries &lt;img height="70" alt="" src="http://mud.mm-a8.yimg.com/image/3055222966" width="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Cracking my joints,bones and the like and OD-ing on SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Well if i get lucky. also if we really clicked and we both want it that very night, especially her if she wants to have a taste of ME. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to answer this and im sorry if i offended some with my opinion. ( &lt;i&gt;may web band pa naman ako na im openminded. hahahaha!&lt;/i&gt;) im just pissed when this &lt;i&gt;"pa-kikay"&lt;/i&gt; girl approached my friend and asked about me and her postulationg comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not come here wanting to get into the local show business for crying out loud. Im not one of those half-cooked guys who went here to get popular-ERRR just coz ohhh..they talk this and that.. that theyre taller than average flips.. that they sound funny when they talk in tagalog.. that theyve got bigger and firmer cut bodies than those skinny or flabby flips and that they can walk on ramps and flaunting their humongous boobies without minding at all... duhhh..(i would never want bigger boobies bigger than those of women. GEEZ do you need bra or something?)(LMAO) i did not come here to be like those model-ish wannabes.. just coz bein half-cooked brings em here and be some mag icon and that makes me BE LIKE THEM TOO (give me a fucking break!). theyre here coz they couldnt get a decent job back from where the fucking land they grew up. or maybe they cant even pass their &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/GED"&gt;GED&lt;/a&gt; or cant even stay on a community college for pete's sake, and knowing that show business is one easy money here brings them to saying "hey, when my agent saw me, i was just having a vacation here, visiting my folks" (folks my ass, who you fooling? everyone like you has same O same O lines when asked how they were spotted). and when they arrive talent scouts are swarming like sperm cells trying to beat the others in getting hold of these half-cooked guys.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.. im not one of the USUALS. *boohoo!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing.. i absolutely did not come here because i want to meet my INTERNET GF soon to be WIFE (wehhhh?! the upgraded version of mail-order brides) that is so fucked up. im not one of those friggin pensioned divorcé who desperately needs a caregiver a.k.a wife when they get old..so that their children from their previous wifey wont send them straight to some old age looneyville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do go out with a filipina(but she looks more chinese though). we met thru a common friend. but we're not officillay "us". we mutually agreed on preserving our emotions not to overdone by gambling on our feelings. making sure that we wont let our emotions be vulnerable again. she knows i casually date girls here and back home. we just like havin each other's company. and when she finds someone to be seriously involved with then it is pretty darn easy to separate coz there's no commitment in the first place...and that same goes to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what brings me here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my coming here and spending days,weeks,months to years wasnt about my personal life. i did have a contract involving a project of the government and a private business entity. the contract was due last january, i opted not to re-sign my contract so that the government wont have to spend much on behalf of my representations and stuff. ill be available if they need me to do my thing when nobody else can and for some troubleshooting cases. and also that, maintaining what ive worked on wont be that expensive any longer since i wont be in-housing the said project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116067742441710843?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116067742441710843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116067742441710843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116067742441710843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116067742441710843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-slumpy-day.html' title='one slumpy day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/th_bnood2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116062211997437260</id><published>2006-10-12T02:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:12:10.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh Tagalog to ha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/bdr2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been weeks since this Nursing Board Leakage breakout. Its like one plague that the country has never found a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many mouths has blabbered on what remedy should be taken but up until now "WALANG NGYAYARI". Its like taking an aspirin for bowel problems (sa CR pa rin bagsak mo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why really, would the higher government let those examinees go through all these ordeal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana noong una pa, wag na ipalabas yung pagreretake ng mga nursing students ang solusyon, obviously the result is what it is NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat sana para hindi na lumaki ang gulo at wala na masyadong nakikialam sa mga bagay na to. eh tinanggap yung pagkakamali of that certain leakage then tinanggal at pinalitan lahat yung mga responsable sa leakage na yun. Kahit na sasabihin ng ibang nasa pwesto nila eh wala silang kinalaman dun, Eh anu naman yung mga sinasabi ng karamihan sa inyo na "you want to preserve the integrity of the nursing community and that these nursing board exam is something that you will GUARD your LIFE with" oh hell! yun ang masasabi ko. kasi wag nang magmalinis, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;louis vuitton handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kahit anu pang sasabihin eh sa tutuusin meron pa ring lapse sa inyong mga tungkulin. So meaning, you do really have to take responsibility on what has happened. Kung wala ka ngang kinalaman sa paglabas nung mga exam questions, atleast sana simpleng etiquette na lang diba, na kusa kang aalis sa kinalalagyan mo to make sure that in the future wala na ring pagdududa sa susunod pang mga exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga estyudantend gusto mag retake? kayo ba ay pumasa? at kahit na meron ngang leakage. Nasa sa inyo na rin yun kung gagamitin nyo o hindi. At eto, Ba't nyo ba kelangan yun? di nyo ba sineryoso pag-aaral nyo? wala kayong alam? o talagang bobo lang talaga kayo at alam nyo di kayo papasa ng exam na yun kung walang tutulong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh kahit may leakage ba sigurado ka na papasa ka dahil dun? covered ba lahat ng questions ng exam? kung oo, sus ko! konsensya mo nalang hahabol sayo... u made a deal with your future basing on a great lie. kawawa ka naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at dun sa kahit may leakage ka na at di pa rin pumasa. naku, wala talagang kwenta, sabi na nga ba bobo ka. don't depend everything on it. kasi pag nagkaganun, panu na pag nadapa ka on your way to your exam room? at nakalimutan mo lahat yung last minute memorization mo ng answers? edi WALA! kaya nga bumagsak eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kung totoo nga na papasa talaga pag hawak mo ang sagot ng exam na yun. bakit yung mga sumisigaw mostly ng retake eh yung mga HINDI NAKAPASA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at bakit yung mga places na leakage free eh malaki naman yung passing rate ng mga estyudante nila? o ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit pa kasi yung Administration ay nakikialam ng sobra sobra, masyado ng OA ang dating. pati si Ermita eh bitaw ng bitaw ng salita. di pa nga final ang desisyon ayun press con na agad. yung ba hanap mo? publicity? sana nag-artista ka na lang.&lt;br /&gt;Kakaiba talaga ang mga presidential advisers ni GMA, parang hindi na nga sya nag-iisip eh kasi hinahayaan na lahat sa mga advisers niya. kung ganito man lang ang Pilipinas, derechahan nalang po, wag na yung dadaanin pa ng charter change, eh kung PD 1081 nalang agad. kahit nga wala pang ganung declarasyon eh nangyayari na ang mga nangyari dati nung yun ay hinayag sa bansa. Ginagawa niyo naman kasing bobo ang mga tao dito sa Pilipinas. Oo, kaya nga maraming naghihirap dito eh kasi ginagawa niyo yun para parang aso na buntot ng buntot sa inyo ang mga tao, na pag gusto niyong manalo ng eleksyon eh isang kilong bigas at isang lata ng sardinas lang ang ibabayad niyo para mapasainyo ang boto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ayus ba? ang tagalog ko? oo alam ko yung simula at ending hindi pareho ang topic. hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116062211997437260?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116062211997437260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116062211997437260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116062211997437260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116062211997437260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-tagalog-to-ha.html' title='Oh Tagalog to ha!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/th_bdr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116050714358943861</id><published>2006-10-10T18:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:13:01.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/bnood2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was able to see my overdue movie-to-watch Devil Wears Prada day before rolls changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it was the last showing date, there's not much peepz anymore.. not only that it was pretty early in the afernoon.. also..the movie is already on its 2nd week here. The film was aight.. morals at the end. yeah. but i was more focused on Anne Hathaway. nope! sorry to disappoint i wasnt masturbating or anythin near that. i just like Hathaways face.. pretty darn beautiful.. i sure would like a girlfriend with beauty just like that. &lt;em&gt;*aaahhh the Tuscan sweet affair*&lt;/em&gt; boohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled back then i used to buy one of my ex-gf shoes as a gift.. yeah.. yeah... such a waste spending time looking for a Manolo Blahnik that suits her best. psh.. no, i wasnt investing on her for a future reward. blah! what-----ever. nah really. i did have a good time with her.. but but but... i totally forgot everythin "good" about it. just meaning to say that.. *grins* no grudges... about that past relationship. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeah right.. i did suspend my own SS(shoeshopping) meaning no additional Allen-Edmonds,Ferragamo,Haan,Magli,Seibel,Cole,Varvatos,and many many more,,,.....!(LOL) since my attention was getting her one before my credit card yells its credit limit. blahhhh! ok ok... dont forget buying her some Marc Jacobs and Roberto Cavalli's fall collections *to go along*.psh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to sanity now.. its late. i need to sleep. i cant sleep. since i just slept. i just ate siopao. i want noodles. but too lazy. i want to do nothing. so i better stop typing now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116050714358943861?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116050714358943861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116050714358943861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116050714358943861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116050714358943861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-able-to-see-my-overdue-movie-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/th_bnood2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116041966614998616</id><published>2006-10-09T18:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:13:46.554Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/bdr2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just noticed that my sunday entry where i attended a mass later that day.. after 3 long weeks of not going near the church..i realized..that i was all dosed up with cussing..which the entry shows (SEE?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should hit the sack... ill be up early later.. i want to see a movie and buy some stuff. i want to eat inside a fastfood..not just have it delivered here. i want to watch people walking and hear those xmas songs playin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should close my eyes.. so i could stay up longer tomorrow. so my migraine wont dare visit me... ooohh.. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not the ordinary. i now know why my lips are burnin..not literally..well feels like one.. but the thing is..the sun didnt really shine that bright last sunday. so i wasnt really under a freakin heatwave or somethin. well, this is me. not the ordinary. i tend to get sunburns even when i just had a couple of stroll underneath a sun-shiney sky..or even without a sun as well! as long as it is daytime..and there is light and yeah the air is warm. geez.. at night when im home, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my nose has the larger share or burns..its a BIT reddish already.. also, it hurts a lil. and goes my lips as well. its not really disgustin..its just this icky feelin, y'know. errr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in any given NORMAL day, id get that.. what more if im at the beach? blahhh! i love the beach.. but in some days.. even if i sit still under a shade.. id still get it. gaaah!! sunblocks dont do justice on my skin. and my skin is quite choosy with those chemicals.. if i get lucky.. id not only get sunburns but allergies as well. psh! so if i go to the beach.. ill just leave it as it is.. if i burn..so fine.. let it be. itll simply disappear soon, thats after peeling! hahaha! but atleast i get to go back to my normal skin tone faster.. when its peeled its gone..and im back! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..goodnyt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116041966614998616?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116041966614998616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116041966614998616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116041966614998616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116041966614998616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-noticed-that-my-sunday-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/th_bdr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116041764003709604</id><published>2006-10-09T18:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:14:41.110Z</updated><title type='text'>Nanah and ME and TALA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/bnood2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was a kid i spent most of my time inside my room. with that, ive been doing lots of crazy stuff inside..well not really crazy.. just that ive made too many alterations from its original boring look. First add-ons were posters. NBAs and Other Famous Athletes, then those characters from the video games, and cars, i also had this huge poster of Tibet where Dalai Lama's place was and another huge poster that i have was the WORLD MAP. most of my posters where given to me by my cousin who works at a printing press company at Germany. Those posters where like extras and give-aways for tourists. back at my own place i framed the last poster he gave me it was a really huge Spiderman poster, it was bigger than lifesizes one.. it was pretty heavy but i was able to talk him through bout taking one for me. So he did.. even paid excess on his baggage. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to my old room, there was not much really but when i started to get all bored with the four corners and my small loft. well i didnt just put posters but also glow-in-the-dark shapes as well. Most shapes i collected were stars, moons and the sun.. lil only with the space crafts, satellites and astronauts. Nanah(nanny), helped me put up most of it, since i wasnt allowed to climb up the ladder that time. i told her i want those up the ceiling's surface. so she did. it wasnt a one time affair. i bought glow-in-the-darks, right after school. asked the driver that we&lt;br /&gt;drop by the toy shop. i also started collecting die cast toys.. small ones.. cars, bikes, planes,etc.. as long as for me its cool then its considered sold..and ready for take homes.Nanah's husband Willem was our butler, he was already with Dad when he was still with my grandparents. well anyways, Willem, made me a small cabinet for my toy collection. It even has a lock so i could really keep it safe, he already know back then how i really took care of my things.. how i wouldnt want anybody to touch any of those especially without permission. even my stuff for school and tools and gadgets..is pretty much off-limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanah knows how i hate it when someone gets/borrows my stuff without telling me..she knows that i will pretty much know that someone took it coz it wont look the same way as i put it there. That time i had 3 of my cousins in our house since my uncle (mum's older bro) asked if my cousins could stay there instead of renting a place,since my uncle was often away with her wife because of their business. so mum agreed, besides they have no one to look after them since they were still minors. Not that i dont share my toys, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but i just want my toys to last real long.. unlike them its quite destroyed after playing. me, just took care of my toys well. same goes with my other stuff, i.e. my art supplies.. those needed for school.. them its always missing/lost/could not remember anymore where they place it. that's why most of the time they sneak inside my room and get mine instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i dont really pick a fight with them or anything near that. i just rant most of the time with Nanah. or Nanah will eventually know since ill be in a Bad Mood for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room always is tidy, only sometimes it gets messy when im working on something or have my hands full. Just that i only allow them to clean my room when am there and with my permission. Its either they just do the dusting off the dirt on my window and furnitures and sweeping/mopping the floor clean. with my things inside.. they dont have much to do with it since its all kept clean and in order already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanah always sees that when im still out before bedtime, she makes it sure that my room is very well lit, so that when im off to sleep... and when she turns off the light.. those stars,moons,etc..will be so cool glowing in the dark. since those flourescent toys are like solar powered ones.. if its heated by light..it glows more than the usual. and yeah, i do have a good night sleep seeing those glowing at my ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of thunders and lightnings... I dont like hearing its roar and looking at its flashes... what i do..i hide under my blanket and cover my ears with pillows. But when it does happen.. Nanah is always there. she waits til im sound asleep. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanah isnt really her name.. Its Agnes.. She was with me right after she and Willem got married. They never had any kids. So i was pretty much considered as their own. I call her Nanah, coz when I was a kid, she told me.. that she was teaching me how to say Mum.. and that i got it mixed up with Nanny.. so there.. I dont really get it still. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Villa! TALA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franco emailed me for a get together next year.. remember the villa that his Dad rented for him and us (the rest of the crew).. we just got out of middle school, It was his dad's bday present. a vacation here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/summervilla1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/summervilla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116041764003709604?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116041764003709604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116041764003709604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116041764003709604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116041764003709604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/nanah-and-me-and-tala.html' title='Nanah and ME and TALA!!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/th_bnood2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116032926731727516</id><published>2006-10-08T17:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:15:36.229Z</updated><title type='text'>watch-out-shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/bdr2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 10 feet my right shoe flew high off the floor and back down as gravity pulls it back. was about to give up and thought of going back to bed in the middle of lacing my shoe to its proper holes. geez man even from the first hole i felt like a fucking schmuck, seems like eternity inserting the string, grrrr! blah!&lt;br /&gt;it was right after lunch, took a shower and thought id wear my old basketball shoes, it was pretty much kept for months already after bein used when i was still working at some semi-govt project here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to that never-ending lacing, i finished doing the pair for almost 30mins i think. like i said i almost gave up and wanna go back to bed and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Nah..., i had to go to church today. So right after that, i dressed up, making sure i brought my wallet and wait..., my watch.. where on earth is my freaking watch..? gaaahh!!!&lt;br /&gt;i just finished with my &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and now i cant find my fucking watch..&lt;br /&gt;where the hell did i place that muthafucking thang... last i remember it was right there with the radio on top of the shelf..no..no..its uhmmm there! where the magazines are..gaaahhh! think think think mofo...! i search both places but i cant seem to find my watch.. i give up! couldnt find it...just when am ready to go out without a watch, i stopped and thought, what the hell..just one last look..uhmm search one last time for my watch.. again went back where i put those magazines.. then i saw one of my belt curled.. and in the middle of it was my FREAKING WATCH! BLAAAAHHH!!! what the fuck..ive been shoving the belt the last time i was looking.. Gaahhh...why was i too livid with these lilo things?Maybe the power outage made me feel this edgy.. yeah maybe, it took like more than 30minutes for the generator to work here, so pretty much while i was like this little boy trying to put those strings on i can feel the effin heat inside my room. I was too fucking lazy to open the windows, besides i was to go out anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past 1pm when i went out of my room and called for a taxi. i checked the mass schedule first then strolled around the mall since the church is just right beside it. I was too early for the next mass which was scheduled at 4:30pm. got there around 2pm. Ohhh...this mass was in cebuano.. well i do understand but not too fast..wait wait..ok whatever.. i think i caught half of what the priest was saying.. oh shit! the next mass was the one scheduled in english... errr.. ok chill, im already here so i might as well finish the mass. im inside the church so better to set my mood into something less edgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was able to let out all the BV that im having, that's when i started playing with this kid right infront of me. He was i think around 2 yrs old, he's pretty much composed unlike other lil kids who were crying and sticking their tongues on the chair or walking around as if looking for some bucks to pop out of nowhere. well this kid just sat checking out what his parents where telling him, he stood up when we were standing and same when we sat he did as well.. he got quite bored during the readings so he looked around the back..which was right straight at me.. since i was bored too for not understand half of what was going on i started playing with the kid. he was almost done with his candy that his mum gave him and i too was popping some tictacs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized, he was a bit curious with what im eating so i then offered him some, showed to him that it was edible..coz he was at first hesitant, he looked at his father and gave him a nod and smile approving that it was pretty much harmless, so he got up and went to find my hand with some tictacs in it. I then started to play with him, mostly we played the uhmmm kiddie stuff using some hand signals or whatever you wanna call those gestures but in a subtle way so as not to disturb other people inside. and i didnt do anythin funny with him like doin some funny faces coz he might laugh, and that would be really embarassing on my part and so with his parents. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's what we did mostly til the mass ended and all i can remember about what the priest's point in his homily was about uhhmm abortion and divorce.. and before saying the final blessing he told the people that during masses you're not suppose to go out yet before the last blessing. That's what i noticed here in the Philippines, right after they received the Eucharist, those people who are near the exit will right away head out of the church and wouldnt wait for the final blessing.. which by the way is an important part of the mass. Mass aint over yet after Communions. So better stay and wait for the priest, go out right after he bows infront of the altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..i bought a new mouse, since Dewey's touchpad is way battered already. and the usuals...dr pepper's for my lil frills. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116032926731727516?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116032926731727516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116032926731727516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116032926731727516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116032926731727516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/watch-out-shoes.html' title='watch-out-shoes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/blogimages/th_bdr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116028050734109105</id><published>2006-10-08T04:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:16:34.256Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Is there a problem? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. I'm just thinking. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No thinking. That comes later. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You write your first draft... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...with your heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You rewrite with your head. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first key to writing is... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to write. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Finding Forrester&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been in love, haven't you, Danny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have? What's it like? Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all pins and needles.&lt;br /&gt;What's it like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right.&lt;br /&gt;You know how...&lt;br /&gt;...when you listen to music playing from another room...&lt;br /&gt;...and you're singing,&lt;br /&gt;because it's a tune that you really love...&lt;br /&gt;...when a door closes or a train passes,&lt;br /&gt;so you can't hear the music anymore...&lt;br /&gt;...but you sing along anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Then, no matter how much time passes...&lt;br /&gt;...when you hear the music again,&lt;br /&gt;you're still in exact same time with it.&lt;br /&gt;That's what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Music from Another Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saw a psychiatrist on Donahue say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that love songs are just a cruel hoax... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that feed people's fantasies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romance on a daily basis?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody has that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, but, Katy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somebody wrote those songs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They came out ofsomebody's experience &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I think they came out of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone's imagination &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you have found him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never let him go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you have found her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Only You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the curseof the English, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Fair skin and bad teeth.&lt;br /&gt;No, you have great teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those aren't just freckles.&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely,you can see Cassiopeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right there.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. All right,here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago in Ethiopia,&lt;br /&gt;there was this queen named Cassiopeia...&lt;br /&gt;who thought she was the most beautiful woman in the entire world,&lt;br /&gt;and there wasn't anybody in the kingdom who wasn't offended...&lt;br /&gt;by this woman's relentless vanity.&lt;br /&gt;And then one day, she really screwed up and offended the gods.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what she did and I don't remember who she offended.&lt;br /&gt;But it was bad.She crossed the line.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Poseidon, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the sea god,punished Cassiopeia...&lt;br /&gt;by placing her in the heavens upside down on her throne,&lt;br /&gt;stuck for eternity with her skirt around her shoulders...&lt;br /&gt;and all the bloodrushing to her head.&lt;br /&gt;And now she's just a constellation in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of English freckles in the shape of a throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she mad eone tragic mistake.&lt;br /&gt;And paid for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, yeah, yeah.-&lt;br /&gt;Legible, legible.&lt;br /&gt;- I can't believe I'm doing this.-&lt;br /&gt;Now, please, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let fate take its proper course.&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;- That was an accident. Write down that again, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't.&lt;br /&gt;That was a sign.&lt;br /&gt;Fate's telling usto back off.&lt;br /&gt;If fate didn't wantus to be together, then why did we meet tonight, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gotcha.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;- But it's not an exact science. It's a feeling.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what if you're wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's all in our hands and we just walk away?&lt;br /&gt;No names, no phone numbers, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think's gonna happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think good old fate is just gonna deliver my information...&lt;br /&gt;- right to your doorstep?- Do you know that's the best idea you're had all night? - What's the best---&lt;br /&gt;Here you go. Write your name and number down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On a $ . bill?-&lt;br /&gt;Mm. Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;You are a strange and interesting woman.&lt;br /&gt;Now what?&lt;br /&gt;Wait there.&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell was that?&lt;br /&gt;When that $ . bill makes it back into my hands,I'll be able to call you.&lt;br /&gt;And when you hearmy voice on the other end,&lt;br /&gt;then you'll believe in fate, won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Serendipity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116028050734109105?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116028050734109105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116028050734109105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116028050734109105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116028050734109105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-there-problem-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116024325307059303</id><published>2006-10-07T17:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:17:24.427Z</updated><title type='text'>ala chef!</title><content type='html'>Menu:&lt;br /&gt;Deep Fried Onion Rings&lt;br /&gt;Deep Fried Eggplant&lt;br /&gt;Mashed Potato&lt;br /&gt;Steamed Rice&lt;br /&gt;Stir Fried Chicken with Pineapple cuts&lt;br /&gt;Penne Pasta with Tuna, Cream, &amp;amp; Mushroom&lt;br /&gt;Chicken with Cream Cheese, Garlic &amp;amp; Herbs&lt;br /&gt;Flan topped with Cream and Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start, there's not much herbs i can find around the supermarket, i could find some seeds though, so if you wanna cook using lots of herbs then you better plant one! Pao said there may be herbs around but would look different and in different names. Yeah that may be true but it will take us hours to ask people around where we could find one right away. We have limited time to shop and prepare. And remember, i still cant walk straight and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its saturday, people are filling in by the minute inside the supermarket and lines build up so fast. But because i am tendering this knee, Pao did the paying besides... its his dinner to host, im just the cook. Fact, Pao can't cook. well maybe he can.. with uhmm lemme see.. fried eggs and hotdogs? hehehe! and for our last stop... we have to pick up some kitchen utensils from his parents house. We arrived in his studio apartment around 2pm and yes we havent eaten some lunch yet, we did ordered Big Macs, Large Fries and Large Drinks to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started preparing right away, took everything out and grouped them. Another friend of ours Andrew arrive shortly as i was starting with the flan, he went early to help out. I told them to start with the peeling of potatoes and onions. Don't ruin those Onions be sure theyll be rings coz it wont be Onion Rings no more if they dont even look like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* so now picture out 3 bachelors busy in the kitchen *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the flan was done, took it out and put em in the fridge to cool. Even befor twas cooked i already prepared the ingredients for the chicken w. cream, garlic and herbs also for the stir fried chicken. the pineapples by the way is fresh...off the can. around 3:30 we rested for a while since there's still time to atleast eat. the burger and fries were pretty much stale, we tried reviving it in the microwave but no matter what we still ate them coz we were all hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peepz will be here around 7, so i didnt start cooking the main dishes right away coz it might be cold when we're goin to serve it later. so past 4 i told Pao to start with the rice and potato. Told em pretty much everything on how to set it up. Cooking isnt just his thing. Anyways while he did that, i took the flan out again, i had the strawberries all cut into halves and the cream pretty much whipped. place the flan in the bottom and put some cream then strawberries and some more cream and put it back in the fridge again.&lt;em&gt; *this by the way is one of my experiments in cooking/let's just say im more of a scientist when it comes to preparing foods, adding my style in it/well i do trust my sense of taste* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then i cooked the rest of the dishes, the last i cooked was the penne pasta then andrew took care of watching the deep frier did its thing with the onions and eggplants. Pao on the other hand was busy mashing the potatoes.A couple of minutes later we were all done. The two set up the table while i was cleaning up the kitchen after which i changed and the two did the same after they were done, we three sat down and rested while drinking some white wine. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;louis vuitton handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was quite tired by that time and was very sleepy, was pretty drained with my leg, the pain just takes half of my energy. Anyways about 10 mins later our friends arrived, Gina (pao's gf) came first with CJ, they brought a bottle of wine, while the another guy friend came in with a bottle of JC Tequila and JD Whisky. Then last to arrive was the couple Wowie and Melissa with Nante. We then all sat actually at the living room, the food were placed in a rectangular coffee table while we gather around sitting on the floor. The eating part lasted like 2 hours since it was mixed with a lot of chatting. We clean up after and went back to the living room again with some chips and dips and the drinks. I got here just 24 mins past 12mn. CJ and I did make out first at her car before i went out. She's off to Davao later with her family for a week vacation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now im pretty much sleepy but still wanted to stay up for a while. may be for a couple of minutes.. hmmm... that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116024325307059303?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116024325307059303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116024325307059303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116024325307059303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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heart shattered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i showed it to a girl i whom first fell in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; but she eventually splurged everything i gave her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and along with it is the gift i once had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to bring it back means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going into the same process again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;found a love i thought was to stay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but goodbyes were the usuals for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;restarted life a couple of times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the usuals are of the same length of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want to be appreciated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be praised by anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you dont have to, im used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some closet mofo i am..will be..as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;id rather be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;temporary happiness destroys a part of me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as it dissipates out of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in still moments id rather not want to bethink &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how happy i used to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how life was more meaningful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how it was like a beautiful canvass laid infront of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fakely i presume i am happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i guess i pretty much acted it normally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am inside a box of thick fossilized walls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by myself isolated with normalNESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waiting for someone/something to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;restore that courage i once had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a life i dreamed to live for the rest of my being here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a life i would trade souls with the devil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to just be able to live that once again...and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116016146983260684?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116016146983260684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116016146983260684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont mind people cussing. coz i cuss a gazillion times in a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if there was a law stating that cussin will get ur mouth marching towards lethal injection, then my mouthy wouldve been dead 14 yrs ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i was not given this 2nd chance, you wouldve been talking to a ghost by now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or visit me while ur sitting on the grass while i lay 6 feet below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am indifferent and i dont want to be changed coz i did tried years back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;none happened, i am still me. hate me or love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get this. if in my room im listening to a deafening loud shitty music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turn around, walk away. i am not in the mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;id rather sit by the window in a coffee shop alone, watching people pass by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you see me there... talk to me when im done sipping my coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;id probably not understand a word from you in the middle of sips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mind wanders a lot even if im walking with a flood of people rushing towards their &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;own destinations. While they're on a double time, im in a slow mo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if youre listening to what im saying... just listen. i might give you hints on how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want you to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i try to kid around, make funny noises and do crazy stunts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i might do like your company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i do talk loud sometimes but that doesnt mean i am angry at you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just let me make my point and hope you get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am not harsh, i am not cold. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i am indifferent but i never say i am insensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just tend to hide and outrun reality from catching up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seeing me and my vulnerable side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116015957058807301?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116015957058807301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116015957058807301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116015957058807301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116015957058807301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-m-i-n-d-i-f-f-e-r-e-n-t-s-o-d-o-n-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116015355424410473</id><published>2006-10-06T16:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:19:31.121Z</updated><title type='text'>I was. I am. What?</title><content type='html'>Who I am is a very complex question, so difficult to understand and answer.so ill just leave time to deal with that and other people to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am............ i'll begin here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A kid that I was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time i was able to remember how it was being a kid. I was already troubled on how often I was left out by the affection that purportedly one feels from his parent towards their child... "Their Only Child".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was given almost everything. Clothes with sky-rocketing tags, Foods that's way beyond I can munch in a day. Toys that every kid obsessively desires for on their birthdays, during christmas, and any other occasions. I have had a couple of birthday parties. Never did any chores at home, its just my homework that i often do after school. Though I dont let anyone touch anything in my room, they still help me out with the cleaning part and Dad sees to it that i have my own car, so that I wont be hassled by school buses delayed arrivals or longer wait on departures. I was sent to reputable International Schools, well everything has been in schematics with what and where am suppose to do and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly in everything that i have, i never had the most of what i really wanted above all.&lt;br /&gt;If most of us says it happens on the movies, mine does happen in reality. up until now.Its hard to trash the wall between my parents and i. And still that wall remains may be a lil dwindled at this point but it is still there.&lt;br /&gt;We are not the perfect family, and I ask to myself... who has it? but really...i did not ask for perfection, as always and wished... i only ask for... &lt;em&gt;real happiness from my family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it feels as a kid having the time to spend with their parents, helping you out with homework, going to schools during meets and events, how it feels if your parents where there when you're given awards and medals... i have not known and felt anything near that. I brought home more than a dozen of medals, some trophies and honor cards but i never had the moment to look at the crowd and see one of them clapping their hands as i was about to receive those awards/honors.&lt;br /&gt;I did pretty well at school. maintained good grades, up till highschool i also did. I served 3 detentions and had an antagonist teacher that's why i jilted a little on my grades during senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those past years even way before i was sent to boarding school, during academic decathlons i cant seem to find even just one of them in the stands.. or even by the school corridors waiting for the competition to end. As always, i stepped out alone... off the campus when my driver's already there to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often stayed at my room, play with my toys, or do some little projects...little artworks. I may go out with certain curfews. I can only play with some kid whose family is known to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I do..., i usually sneaks out besides they never knew what i just did.. coz they're not there. They didnt know! Like how I had nursed an ankle injury for almost a month after falling hard from playing with my inline skates, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that i hid from them a hyperexntended knee for weeks, that i crashed badly from a bike and got bruised and wounds after, that a firecracker whammed whilst holding it, and more...&lt;br /&gt;All those happened when i was still under their very own roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the early stage of my still being immature i was already clouded with the thought of suicides. i may have a lot of friends from school whom i became close with but i am not the type of kid who discloses problems domestically thru casual conversations...&lt;br /&gt;them by the way was so easy to pour their heart out..&lt;br /&gt;i on the other hand was a keeper of all pains.&lt;br /&gt;which in the end resulted to a state of unhappiness which one could no longer bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A troubled kid... cluttered, disarrayed with what i thought life has given me.&lt;br /&gt;friends thought i was always the happier one.. free spirited in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. a part of me fulminates in one simple attention which led to sheer anger within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unwanted only child. ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has never asked me why tears fell down my eyes... how my day was... and what's up with me.. or who my crush or gfs were... My dad is far more worse than that, so dont bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just the beginning of me. There is so much more to tell..&lt;br /&gt;one entry isnt enough to answer the question of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT AM I...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116015355424410473?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116015355424410473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116015355424410473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116015355424410473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116015355424410473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-i-am-what.html' title='I was. I am. What?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-116007176401103348</id><published>2006-10-05T17:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:20:13.293Z</updated><title type='text'>in chained with nothing</title><content type='html'>i was feeling a bit anti-social today. i didnt see anyone not even my friends here. not even room service. hah! dont worry im no joe's apartment. i do tidy my things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been days that the sun havent really surfaced like even for half a day. 7-10 am seems like 4 in the morning. the rest of the day, its drizzling or gushing. So who likes to go out in the open with that kind of weather? I do! but im a stranger here.. so id rather stay in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so most of today was pretty boring, me and a company of unproductive oeuvres (a total contradiction. psh! bollox!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazim 1: *watching TV*&lt;br /&gt;Hazim 2: Man...we should like go to a mall or somethin.&lt;br /&gt;Hazim 1: In rollerblades? Im tired limping around&lt;br /&gt;Hazim 3: get a LIFE you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this knee has been a real drag. i have a week more therapy to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to sleep last night around 4am. got up way early around 7am. did not went back to sleep, just watched tv, ate.. and read. after dinner i tried reloading my phone. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the effin network aint accepting my request..its either unsuccesful or there's no friggin signal!&lt;br /&gt;I even fell asleep while waiting for my fucked up request and woke up with a nudge of angst.&lt;br /&gt;To let loose of the BV im having.. I opted to eat some potato chips which i consumed only half way of the whole content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like one big ass bum! good thing physically my ass is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no fucking way everything in here seems to unlink from everything else. whaaaaaaaaaaaatttttt----eevvvvvvvvveeeeeer!!!! pffftttt!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-116007176401103348?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/116007176401103348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=116007176401103348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116007176401103348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/116007176401103348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-chained-with-nothing.html' title='in chained with nothing'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115998782635624870</id><published>2006-10-04T18:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:21:00.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Something to say...on Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Its almost christmas. Don't care much about my birthday. for realz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted that christmas feel already. The spirit that comes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the breeze gets colder each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;Where everytime you hear those joyous songs it seems to lifts us up.&lt;br /&gt;Where we often see in uniforms the colors red and greens, the stripes of big and small candycanes, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the dashing lights that goes on day and night, and sky filled with crazy fireworks, popping and crackling all through the night.&lt;br /&gt;Where streets gets double busy, people going to the toy stores, the malls, all busy trying to beat the christmas rush even if the line stretches out far and wide.&lt;br /&gt;Where we all have time to get our christmas trees, some decos and them shiny big stars.&lt;br /&gt;Where mum gets to cook all of our favourite meals.&lt;br /&gt;Where we dont get tired listening to kids singing those christmas carols and where we sing along with them.&lt;br /&gt;Where we smile at everyone that we dont even know&lt;br /&gt;Where on that day we allow ourselves to be happy, very happy every single minute of the day.&lt;br /&gt;...a lil something to say... during Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;set aside those problems..&lt;br /&gt;have a sit with me.&lt;br /&gt;together we eat those baked muffins&lt;br /&gt;and sip mum's hot choco made for u and me.&lt;br /&gt;let us hear the church bells ring&lt;br /&gt;while lil children sings...&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel Christmas and the joy it brings?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is near...&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, just wish you'll be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is where ill always be happy.. Just the Best day of the Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how i like to wake up early.. sit right next to our tree. still dark inside our living room. just me turning on the tree lights and plays a cd of christmas songs. then closes my eyes puts a smile on my face and once again i fall back to sleep. i remember doing that whenever christmas is near. back at my place, back at my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115998782635624870?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115998782635624870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115998782635624870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115998782635624870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115998782635624870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/something-to-sayon-christmas-day.html' title='Something to say...on Christmas Day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115998139718697477</id><published>2006-10-04T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-04T17:22:31.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Vid Clips from Stick It</title><content type='html'>bike scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpIXIFQvPq0"&gt;click here for bike scene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpIXIFQvPq0" width="275" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;police scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePPXStSRxW8"&gt;click here for police scene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePPXStSRxW8" width="275" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running away from police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vSjaZvL5EA"&gt;click here for direct link of the scence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vSjaZvL5EA" width="275" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4aD4-dQlvY"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a4aD4-dQlvY" width="275" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her crazy vault run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKXjQVy83F0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKXjQVy83F0" width="275" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115998139718697477?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115998139718697477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115998139718697477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115998139718697477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115998139718697477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/vid-clips-from-stick-it.html' title='Vid Clips from Stick It'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115995147393508537</id><published>2006-10-04T08:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:22:22.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Stick It</title><content type='html'>Ahhh... just the way i like it. The role of a rebel teenage girl. Enticingly sexy. Well, I was browsing and found some unwatched movies that i have in my computer. A chick flick film, i had this coz was a bit curious on who the actress was... Lucky me, she's pretty hot! and the role made her more &lt;strong&gt;HOTTERRRRR....!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here she is: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1335291/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missy Peregrym&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="228" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/stick%20it/sti_3.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="229" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/stick%20it/sti_1.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="229" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/stick%20it/sti_2.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 173px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="233" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/stick%20it/sti_7.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="234" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/stick%20it/sti_6.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="145" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/stick%20it/sti_4.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 144px" height="151" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/stick%20it/sti_9.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="213" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/stick%20it/sti_8.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="212" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/stick%20it/sti_5.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's why she looked familiar. she did &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/life-as-we-know-it/show/22826/summary.html?tag=show_table;title;23"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life As We Know It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jackie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;yeah i did recognize her there. Dino's gf then became ex-gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took the liberty of capturing frames after watching.oh before i forget... The movie's title is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0430634/"&gt;STICK IT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... with &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000313/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeff Bridges.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The asian girl&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1840748/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"wei-wei"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rocked the beam with a modern routine. she aint the prettiest but she's cool though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YesterNIGHT's Entry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things and done's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***since i could rarely move around when im here in my room i opted to pursue on my lamp project. its almost done but i sort of ran out of supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***the monitor keeps on flickering like all the time since my phone is right beside Dewey, my laptop. i thought im goin to receive a msg or something but none has arrived. so i guess it was just searching for network signals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***after my scheduled 4:00pm therapy CJ pick me up and set up a dinner with me and her family back in their house. It was a great meal. they made pancit, siomai, lumpia, seafoods like big ass prawns and squids...etc...with those yummy mooncakes too. was that dinner trying to win my heart? hahaha!&lt;strong&gt; not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***SC vs ombudsman over automated election and its contract with mega pacific. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too many criticism has stained Ombudsman Gutierrez name due to their lately reversed and perversed decision. The illegality of the contract has already been known to The SC, they asked the Ombudsman to see of whom to indict regarding that issue. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;louis vuitton handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A name popped out from their previous findings but now they took it all back, reversing everything. That none of the comelec officials did any of those act.&lt;br /&gt;So where's the credibility now of Gutierrez? Even the time she was appointed in that office it was already a big hissssss..given that almost a 100million fund was approved right away for G&amp;amp;C campaign. And still saying about how she being independent with her investigation and findings from the administration.Is that why you can't put it in your findings that the people from the Arroyo administration is part of that illicitness regarding that comelec automation contract? Another one of PGMA's dummies ei?&lt;br /&gt;and for Pete's sake, madam ombudsman is having a VACATION at SWITZERLAND????????????? whoa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***Nursing Board and how their proposition leaks their head out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To complicate no more of this issue. Why not, pitch out those places where it was known that school deans and profs and review centers was able to get hold of that exam answers. those who were previously announced that were actually present during that presentation. and with that you can start from there you're RETAKE option.&lt;br /&gt;AND THOSE WHO ALREADY NEVER PASSED during that first exam will no longer be listed for the RETAKE, coz even from the start they havent made the mark already, so why bother letting them take it again? aint it pretty obvious they failed already. take into account those who did and verify that from where they are and who their mentors where, that they actually knew about that leakage will be the subject of those who will supposedly take the exam AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***i registered to &lt;a href="http://www.asiafinest.com/"&gt;asiafinest.com&lt;/a&gt; and im so tired. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just wanted to post all this. end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115995147393508537?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115995147393508537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115995147393508537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115995147393508537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115995147393508537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/stick-it.html' title='Stick It'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/hazimiester/stick%20it/th_sti_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115978660068295730</id><published>2006-10-02T10:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:23:17.514Z</updated><title type='text'>A Game decided by the WINNING HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sub: The Eagles have soared High but deafened by the Tigers Growl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a matter of heart, who has the biggest and willingness to win the game. From that missed shot by Intal for a supposedly winning shot was just not his to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If you have noticed far enough how the Tigers hovered over and around them making their presence feel their hungriness to win the championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a tiger missed a shot, &lt;strong&gt;THREE (3) Eagles&lt;/strong&gt; where eyeing for the ball but instead of soaring high to get the rebound and might be the key to change everything else.&lt;br /&gt;As if someone has fastened their feet on the floor, The &lt;strong&gt;LONE UST TIGER&lt;/strong&gt; was able to make a &lt;strong&gt;Louder Growl&lt;/strong&gt; to outrebound the other 3 Atenistas.There and then, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;replica watches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the game has printed the &lt;strong&gt;last dot&lt;/strong&gt; and that means, The season ended with the whole crew from &lt;strong&gt;Espana &lt;/strong&gt;marching onwards with the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Champions Trophy&lt;/strong&gt; in their hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Eagles did gave a last stand but UST was able to crumble it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;HEART of a CHAMPION&lt;/strong&gt; belongs to the &lt;strong&gt;TIGERS&lt;/strong&gt; and with that it made its MARK on the 69th season of the &lt;strong&gt;UAAP&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115978660068295730?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115978660068295730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115978660068295730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115978660068295730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115978660068295730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/game-decided-by-winning-heart.html' title='A Game decided by the WINNING HEART'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115972526691675563</id><published>2006-10-01T17:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:24:31.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Unluckily Lucky Me</title><content type='html'>Want Some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/4bei4qq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/2iuuyr8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we don't feel like going somewhere today we decided to play basketball instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating my lunch i went straight to the country club's covered court, bringin my gym bag with my shoes, towel and extra shirt. Ash and Pao invited some of their friends and a couple of other guys from the neighborhood to play ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our Team we added two other friends of Ash, Jan and Emon. The other team consists of them guys whom i know not much of. The tallest of them was the almost the same height as mine but was skinny. Next to him was almost 6 ft and in contrast he was a bit tubby named Ryan,then the other 3 were of same range about 5'8 i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pao is 6flat, he's half german while Ash is around 5'10 a flip chinese. while the other two Jan and Emon were of same height at 5'7.So since i was the tallest in our team i had to play center which by the way isnt my thing. Back home im a natural guard. so its pretty much the opposite when i play here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im more of bringing down the ball and calling plays rather than posting up, getting rebounds and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, We started past one. There was a standby staff of the place who we paid 500.00Php to be the referee. Whoever wins will treat the other team to a snack at the club resto after the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was smooth at first. I was gettin used to going inside more in the shaded area rather than running outside the perimeter and dribbling the ball. Emon chose to be the ballhandler while Pao and I pretty much cover the inside area. So the banging of bodies were our responsibility, boxing out for rebounds and some footbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half we were ahead by 8 pts. The other team did went quite close with just a point behind but we still managed to get back and won the game with a difference of 11 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game got only heated during the last minutes of the game. I was lurking for easy points that time, The other team's other guard tried a 3 pointer but missed it, Ash was able to track down the ball and pass it to me while i was already making a sprint down to the other end.. As I tried to slow down to catch the ball , Ryan from the other team was fast approaching behind me. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;louis vuitton handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was already in the middle of my "take off" for some fancy reverse dunk when he clipped me by my right leg, i tried reaching for the rim so i could hold on to it after i dunk but the collision was pretty hard that he eventually dragged me with him to the floor. My right leg was clipped in between his arm and body which i cant get loose from, so the only option i had to support me was my left leg and hands so as not to fall hard on the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he *RYAN* was just really heavy that when he dragged me there was no slow motion. it was all in fast forward. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*snap/poof*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just like that. As far as I can remember how my left leg landed i think it sort of bounced when my foot touched the floor and then went down hard with my left knee first. It felt numb when i reached for it trying to feel if something's dislocated or whatever. but it was just numb.. &lt;strong&gt;PAINFULLY NUMB...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(the pain made it numb)&lt;/em&gt; Aghast by what happened all i could do was to roll over and searched for the pain to put pressure on but it didnt do much of a help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game stopped for a while. after i could limp out and barely run i told them that we should continue the game so we can all finish it and go home. i didnt move around a lot.. i was a bit running while leaning most of my weight in my right foot.&lt;br /&gt;I was fending the pain til the game ended. Ryan, apologizes bout what had happened told him its alright since its part of the game and twas unavoidable. but i hope he learned somethin from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;If you see your opponent already up for a shot just like what i did... It would be greatly appreciated if you dont have to foul him that hard or to just even lay a hand on him in a way his momentum would be shunted. Those things are way too dangerous since injuries would precipitate from that event.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I went out for dinner, I went to the hospital first to get my knee checked.. luckily it was nothing serious... just one big swollen lump. They gave me pain relievers and they called their physical therapist to teach me what to do with my knee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I went to a restaurant and ate grilled steak and large cut fries since i was craving for it while Maan and I was chatting on ym later that afternoon. I had a large coke instead of Mango Milkshake though. hehehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115972526691675563?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115972526691675563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115972526691675563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115972526691675563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115972526691675563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/10/unluckily-lucky-me.html' title='Unluckily Lucky Me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.tinypic.com/4bei4qq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115963292643928756</id><published>2006-09-30T16:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:25:33.855Z</updated><title type='text'>Update on Top Gear Host Richard Hammond</title><content type='html'>Just something for those who didnt know...about what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/print/0,,329582103-103690,00.html"&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/print/0,,329582103-103690,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Top Gear host 'serious but stable' after 300mph crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julia DayThursday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 21, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBC Top Gear presenter Richard Hammond was in a stable condition in hospital today after a jet-propelled car in which he hoped to break the British land speed record crashed while travelling at 300mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hammond, 36, was in a "serious but stable" condition this morning, according to the hospital treating him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's been some improvement overnight but Richard remains in a serious but stable condition," said a spokesman for Leeds General infirmary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No further information was issued at the request of Hammond's family, he added.&lt;br /&gt;Rescue crews cut into the wreckage of the car and dragged out the unconscious Hammond after the accident at the Elvington airfield, near Leeds, at 5.45pm yesterday. He was flown by helicopter to the hospital, which has a specialist neurological unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow Top Gear presenter Jeremy Clarkson visited Hammond in hospital today.&lt;br /&gt;He said: "[Co-presenter] James May and I are at the hospital in Leeds where Richard remains in intensive care. Obviously at this time both he and his family are the most important concerns we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It must be devastating for his wife Mindy and his two utterly adorable children. I would just like to say how heartened Richard will be when I tell him just how many motorists and truck drivers on my way here wound down their windows to say they were rooting for him. Both James and I are looking forward to getting our hamster back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Harvey, the editor of Top Gear, said: "This wasn't a high performance car, this wasn't a road car; this was a rocket-powered dragster which bears absolutely no relation to the kind of cars which are the main fodder of the Top Gear programme. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a car that clearly contained its own risks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBC said it would conduct an investigation into the accident and would cooperate with the police inquiry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are pleased to hear that Richard has improved slightly overnight, but we continue to be concerned about his condition and we are keeping in touch with his family," said a statement from the corporation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The circumstances of this accident will be fully investigated by the BBC, and this process began last night. We will, of course, be fully cooperating with any investigation by the police and the Health &amp;amp; Safety Executive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Until the BBC's investigation is complete, it would be inappropriate to comment on the details of what happened."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115963292643928756?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115963292643928756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115963292643928756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115963292643928756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115963292643928756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/09/update-on-top-gear-host-richard.html' title='Update on Top Gear Host Richard Hammond'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115962696187791126</id><published>2006-09-30T12:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:28:22.657Z</updated><title type='text'>ADMU vs. UST Game 2</title><content type='html'>As much to the dismay of all Ateneo fans who wants this game to end today. Well just pray harder for monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time even from the end of the first quarter the UST Growling Tigers already dictated the game. Like I always predicted if UST is way gone 10 pts more during half time, itll be difficult for ateneo to go back. Just that, to really beat Ateneo is to spate them with points early in the game. No easy spot-up plays for Tiu. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They just can't give it all to Intal especially if theyre trailing that much. And the fact that their (Ateneo) defense was somewhat invisible during that game is pretty darn convincing UST win. Kudos to Ababou for stepping up. Great hassle plays for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes though, i just dont like the physicality of the game when its really heated up.&lt;br /&gt;ADMU could be physical sometimes BUT to UST it means business in that department. Break it or cripple it for them. Hahaha! no fucking way!&lt;br /&gt;Better to settle with trash talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I play, I do trash talking sometimes but Its a matter of niggling your defender mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Yo mama is so fat, she sat on a quater and a booger popped out of George Washington's nose!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mini-run of Ateneo during the 3rd quarter didn't even nudge the UST players. They just continued what they did best. Dominate the boards, flow those 3 pters and Duncil the hot hands. (Hassle plays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with Evangelista seating down for early fouls, there was just no way for Ateneo bringing back their game. Missed shots and more turnovers. Momentum's not on their good side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a 1-1 standing... this game is even more interesting. Rubber match gives you more chills than the previous ones. This means its more heart-pounding, jaw dropping, electrifying 3rd game action. :D AND DON'T FORGET.. the 18,000+ crowd attendance in an extended game means MORE REVENUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Escalona is still in the same dire rhythm. Im not convinced with his jump shots and those overly artistic lay-ups. The way he shoots its pretty awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Kramer and Al-Hussaini aint that calm and composed though kramer did muscled up with the big guys of UST but their shots in the perimeter where way in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Tiu was quite the checkmate of UST players. everywhere he goes someone really trails for him. no easy all-day 3 pt shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**bench points was not on the right figures for Ateneo, UST though did well on that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some stuff i took some pix while i was borrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeedddddddd......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thai souvenir shirt, my cig tin can, and slim metal torch lighter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/495y3xc.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="150" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2l9no06.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Ateneo Blue Jersey (given by *secret* hahaha!), A white MAV cap and Red/White 76ers cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/2vrv85i.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2ivjxbp.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/2zpm7sw.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two TicTac's, DMC pad, Chopstix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/2r41xjd.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/3ypfwgk.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115962696187791126?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115962696187791126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115962696187791126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115962696187791126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115962696187791126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/09/admu-vs-ust-game-2.html' title='ADMU vs. UST Game 2'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.tinypic.com/495y3xc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115951380104999178</id><published>2006-09-29T07:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:53:46.596Z</updated><title type='text'>i just do.. what?</title><content type='html'>i hate the way i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, i just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to throw all the feelings away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far from where i am to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time i hear those leaves about to sway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how it feels to be in love this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my fucktard thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in one motion that transcends my emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no fucking way i let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just not is...i just dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115951380104999178?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115951380104999178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115951380104999178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115951380104999178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115951380104999178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-do-what.html' title='i just do.. what?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115944339225203493</id><published>2006-09-28T11:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-28T11:36:32.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Good spells LAZY</title><content type='html'>in short, my laziness saved my ass. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not being in the Visayas means i aint stuck in any ports coz of cancelled trips due to bagyong Milenyo. That would be a bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115944339225203493?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115944339225203493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115944339225203493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115944339225203493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115944339225203493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-spells-lazy.html' title='Good spells LAZY'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115941653629481851</id><published>2006-09-28T04:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:30:14.645Z</updated><title type='text'>Jahz Out of the Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"God grant me the senility to forget the people i never liked, the good fortune to run into the ones i do, and the eyesight to tell the difference"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time was it when i lost my connection..? I did bid adieu at my taggy but i wasnt able to tell maan that im logging off. Well, it wasnt what ive expected to do right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pao (Paolo Antonio "F." for FuckedUP) on the other hand came whisking in my room and shut everything off i didnt even hear the ABRACADABRAAS! Even i was too late to react. (stood up and cussed) He didnt really mind what i just said and he just told me to dress up and left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i did what i was told to do. Put em twister jeans, shirt and sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out and asked, "So what's up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like as if nothing have happened. Pao told me that we were going to a friend of his' bday party. That friend of his was someone i already met before, he did introduce me to HER. and knowing its gonna be her my eyes gave this involuntary evil grin. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does ur eyes grin too?* haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went, actually it took us another hour and a half coz Pao told me to buy her a gift.&lt;br /&gt;I was, what? do i really have to? you don't have any for her and why would i buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Fine. we went to the mall browsed for a couple of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me long BECAUSE I DONT HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT SHE LIKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up infront of a flower shop. well, the safest gift of all... FLOWERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a posy of flowers (roses in alternate white and light blue's) I told the lady to keep it simple yet elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paying for the flowers, we went straight to the Restobar where the party's gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pao introduced me again to her and them (his and her) common friends. I greeted her a Happy Birthday and gave the flowers. She smiled and in turn gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered thank you.Ohwee.......!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i looked at Pao *dazed and confused* and he grins back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thwacked him and ask what's all that grin thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He responded. "She's available and digs you. NO PLAN. How about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and replied. "Huh?Me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we head on where all the other crazy people at. We were about 20 peepz in the corner all happily eating, drinking and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night a bunch of em heads to the bar for their own mini dialogues with one another while us (less than 10 peepz) was also chatting, pulling out old jokes. Well good thing they talked mostly in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ill tell youa lilo something about this Birthday Girl.&lt;br /&gt;She turned 24 yesterday, she's pretty much in whitey-yellowish skin toned kinda girl, boobies like those of siopao buns &lt;em&gt;*i just ate siopao that afternoon*&lt;/em&gt;, not much on the ass section though just enough to muscle up with :P, chinky eyes *coz she's half chinese*, long black hair, about 5'9 and has this soft pale yet shiny lips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"She was slender as a willow shoot is slender -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and equally graceful, equally erect" - (Frank Norris)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"OH MOFO, DELICIOUSOOOOOOO!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way her friends call her CJ. *Camille Julianne*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later she and another girl went to the restroom while Pao and I was talking.&lt;br /&gt;then as she went back to the table, she then sat beside me where there was a huge space available since some peepz left already. The sits were long black ones so there was no space in between us. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We talked about almost anything. work, my place/home, my stay, her bday, her family, her lovelife(which was vacuous for months now) which by the way SAME AS ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the larger part of the talk was about Sex Life, how sexually active yada yada... and she was quite open about how she missed that for yeah again MONTHS since the last one was her last ex-Bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW aint it pretty obvious where this leads to? hahaha! The hints were clear so i took the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the party was over she went to Pao and told him that she's giving me a ride home. Pao was in all heavens "YEAH SURE you two go ahead". Then we went back here at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back here...the real party just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*spare you the details, play with your imagination coz all i can is............................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was just freaking HOT!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ended up snuggling with each other around 4am and woke up around 730am. Went out to eat breakfast at McDonald's. After that, we then said our goodbyes. She went home and I went back to my place. back to sleep and woke again past 9am. checked on some mails, finishing some work, then took a shower after.. got dressed and wrote this... I think id be goin back to bed a little later. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Exhausted*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where could i get some KRISPY KREMES!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank God for San Juan! hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7340/3856/1600/bacardi.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7340/3856/200/bacardi.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7340/3856/1600/bacardi1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7340/3856/200/bacardi1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7340/3856/1600/killblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7340/3856/200/killblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read this article if you have time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2150172/?GT1=8592"&gt;http://www.slate.com/id/2150172/?GT1=8592&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7340/3856/1600/killblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115941653629481851?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115941653629481851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115941653629481851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115941653629481851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115941653629481851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/09/jahz-out-of-box_28.html' title='Jahz Out of the Box'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115932802651616562</id><published>2006-09-27T02:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-27T08:49:10.586Z</updated><title type='text'>HEADLINE!</title><content type='html'>*10:00am @ the diner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while eating breakfast i saw an old lady reading a local newspaper and the headline says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(in cebuano)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUTA GI-SHOTGUN SA NAG SELOS NGA BANA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ill try my best to translate that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in tagalog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BULAG SH(IN)OTGUN NG NAGSESELOS NA ASAWA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLIND SHOTGUNned BY JEALOUS HUSBAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL sorry bout the translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ill leave it for you to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(earlier)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*7:00am my phone rang*&lt;br /&gt;[I didn't answer the call. I just turned the ringer off and went back to sleep]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Pao but i just had to snub your calls its too fucking early to talk sense with me. My mind's so out of the blue and uhh.... IM STILL SLEEPING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way thanks for the warming text message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pao: Yo stuck up! answer my call!!!!!!! n stop MASTURBATING! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: Gud Moral to u too PAO! NOW SHOO MOFO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta love the philippines for celebrating xmas this early.. xmas songs...decos...ooohhh the lights and the colors red and greens.. nice.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"if you are what you eat, I'm Dead meat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115932802651616562?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115932802651616562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115932802651616562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115932802651616562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115932802651616562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/09/headline.html' title='HEADLINE!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115926365012572330</id><published>2006-09-26T09:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:31:23.848Z</updated><title type='text'>My back pocket gots no Kenneth Cole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i9.tinypic.com/3088ods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="236" alt="" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/3088ods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend gave me a ride when i went to buy DS tapes but instead of buying i ended up checking some books at National Bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i found some interesting books to buy i was a bit shocked to find out that i don't have my wallet with me. well, i did grab some money at my desk when i hurriedly went out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.tinypic.com/2n0lkl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2n0lkl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one 50 peso bill, 4 five peso coins and 10 one peso coins in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;oh dear...how'd i forget to slip my wallet inside my back pocket..???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.tinypic.com/2q8u25f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/2q8u25f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted my friend if she brought an extra money with her and if i could borrow, unfortunately she did not bring much, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she only have enough money for something she really needs to buy.&lt;br /&gt;And that there was no ATM Machine linked to her bank nearby. *bummer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i stayed at National Bookstore browsed more books, stood and roamed around for almost an hour since she's gonna come by and pick me up and send this poor baby back at my place.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. good thing i had free rides. i dont think the money i had that time was enough to pay for taxi fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.tinypic.com/2m508sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/2m508sp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115926365012572330?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115926365012572330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115926365012572330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115926365012572330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115926365012572330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-back-pocket-gots-no-kenneth-cole.html' title='My back pocket gots no Kenneth Cole'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.tinypic.com/3088ods_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115920227326611546</id><published>2006-09-25T16:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:32:17.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Stoned Popcorns that Vibes (you can't see me) AM NAKED!</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to travel today my destination would be the Visayas, but got too damn lazy to buy the tix but instead I went out to see a movie, &lt;strong&gt;Grandma's Boy&lt;/strong&gt;. The film was a sort of an indirect walkthrough for newbie stoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject Name: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STONED 101&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 hrs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only few viewers but you can still hear them laugh at some dialogues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I was also stoned...since i've had a bucket of popcorn again.&lt;br /&gt;I think im already addicted to popcorns, even when am not watching any movies im craving for POPCORNS all the time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some interesting movie trailers I'll prolly watch &lt;strong&gt;The Prestige&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;The Departed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its monday and its &lt;strong&gt;HOUSE&lt;/strong&gt; night.. not to miss any episode! My week wouldnt be complete if i can't see &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Cameron&lt;/strong&gt;... geez... Is it me or she really is sexier this season? hehehe. And i so wish i was Chase in this episode. ehermmm.. (if i was doing her i hope she's not DOPED. no crystal meths ei.)&lt;br /&gt;Am annoying, arrogant, pain in the ass and self-centered as House but not as smart as he is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this little project that I haven't started yet. I'm making a personalized Lamp Shade, a gift for a girl friend of mine. A Thank You gift before I leave the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I bought enough materials already. Its just that I wanted to work straight on the project at hand and not to be distracted due to the lack of materials that I so wanted to put.&lt;br /&gt;I like doing little things, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; little crafty stuff. and back home I don't really buy all the materials. I try to recycle as much as possible depending on what Im able to put togther those scraps in one knacky little piece. (Im a closet artist. hahaha! so i thought.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*reminisce*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unusual thingie that I made was a toy for Amicah. She's a friend from High School and she told me not to buy anything fancy or to not even spend a dime for her 21st bday gift. Fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I did, (recycling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this thin tube-like ballpen holder/case as the structure of the gift.I then cut a semi-hard gluey block which I shaped into a tube, where it could fit inside the tube pen case itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my mini workshop, I had this box full of my busted, broken, old fugly toys (name it, its there). I got a metal stick from one of the RCs and covered it with a spring in a natural perfect fit.. I also took the RCs motor which was still working fine. i then connected that stick-like metal w/ spring to the motor and tried it with a battery to test if it can take the weight of the metal and spring to eventually make it spin, and yes it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from that, i designed and made a battery holder and a base for the motor (which was custom-LY shaped to be handy, handy enough for Amicah) and stuck the whole thing of that metal stick w/ spring inside that piece of gluey tube that i cut and HOLED earlier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leaves only a shape of a handle where the motor and the battery is placed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give it a soft feel to the tube's surface I rolled out and flattened a modeling clay. Then I wrapped the tube with that flattened clay and cut the unwanted extras.. And now making it shaped like one normal &lt;strong&gt;D-O-N-G.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the clay unmolested when being touched i covered the whole thing with glue, which makes it elastic and UNdetachable after being dried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little changes for looks and durability, &lt;em&gt;Voilà!&lt;/em&gt; My First ever HANDCRAFTED VIBE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amicah was so fuckingly shocked when she received my gift.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how she cussed the whole time after she got it. and yes it did came with a box of prelubed dotted condoms. hehehehe! oh yeah battery's included too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to order? call 1-800-Hazims-Toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or visit me when im naked in my bed. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115920227326611546?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115920227326611546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115920227326611546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115920227326611546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115920227326611546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/09/stoned-popcorns-that-vibes-you-cant.html' title='Stoned Popcorns that Vibes (you can&apos;t see me) AM NAKED!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115912164175346888</id><published>2006-09-24T17:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:33:13.074Z</updated><title type='text'>F1 update</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formula1.com/news/4993.html"&gt;http://www.formula1.com/news/4993.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formula1.com/news/4993.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formula1.com/news/4993.html"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vettel to see out 2006 with BMW&lt;br /&gt;22 September 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="openImageWindow(document.getElementById('113656').src.replace(/190x177/g,'597x478'),'POSTCARDS','NEWS'); return false;" href="javascript:;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BMW Sauber have confirmed that Sebastian Vettel will&lt;br /&gt;continue as the team’s third driver for the last three races of the season.&lt;br /&gt;After successful Friday outings at the Turkish and Italian Grands Prix, Vettel&lt;br /&gt;will now also drive in China, Japan and Brazil.The 19-year-old German was&lt;br /&gt;drafted in last month as a temporary replacement for Robert Kubica, who had been&lt;br /&gt;promoted into Jacques Villeneuve’s race seat. After an impressive debut in&lt;br /&gt;Istanbul (where he topped the times), Vettel was retained for Monza (where he&lt;br /&gt;was also quickest) and now he is looking forward to the challenge of&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai.“The circuit is a new one and looks quite tricky,” commented Vettel. “I&lt;br /&gt;have seen a lot of drivers on television making a lot of mistakes. There's a&lt;br /&gt;high-speed straight, another straight and a hairpin corner. It will be difficult&lt;br /&gt;to find the right braking point. I'm looking forward to gaining a lot of new&lt;br /&gt;experiences in China."Along with his Formula One duties, Vettel is also busy&lt;br /&gt;racing in the Formula 3 Euroseries. He will compete in Barcelona this weekend&lt;br /&gt;before heading to Shanghai to join up with BMW Sauber. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-00-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formula1.com/race/news/4933/765.html"&gt;http://www.formula1.com/race/news/4933/765.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ferrari confirm Raikkonen, Massa for ‘07&lt;br /&gt;10 September 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="openImageWindow(document.getElementById('108162').src.replace(/190x177/g,'597x478'),'POSTCARDS','NEWS'); return false;" href="javascript:;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the longest-running rumours in the Formula One paddock was finally confirmed on Sunday when Ferrari announced that McLaren driver Kimi Raikkonen will join the team next season.Raikkonen has signed a three-year deal, covering the 2007, 2008 and 2009 seasons. His team mate will be Felipe Massa, the Brazilian’s contract having been extended until the end of 2008. Luca Badoer stays on as Ferrari’s official test driver."Whilst I have taken the decision to leave Team McLaren Mercedes, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to stress that I really enjoyed my time with the team,” said Raikkonen. “I have the deepest respect for everybody and will be giving my all in the remaining races." The Finn has been with McLaren for the past five years, scoring nine victories, 10 pole positions and 321 world championship points. His place at the team will be taken by world champion Fernando Alonso, whose 2007 partner will be revealed by McLaren before the end of the year.Paying tribute to Raikkonen, McLaren boss Ron Dennis commented: "I have enjoyed working with Kimi over the past five seasons and as a team we have achieved a lot of success. He is a very special driver and obviously everybody at McLaren wishes him all the best in his future career. Looking forward we remain confident that our 2007 line-up will be a strong and exciting one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-00-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think this will be best for kimi since mclaren's just so off with their pit stop crew. ferrari and renault has a fast crew and having him in one of the best i guess will boost his career more. it went still this season after those loses.. pit stop problems... took em too long to get out that's when he lost most of his race position.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115912164175346888?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115912164175346888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115912164175346888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115912164175346888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115912164175346888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/09/f1-update.html' title='F1 update'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115911623562669620</id><published>2006-09-24T16:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:34:08.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Tigers seized by rapacious Eagles</title><content type='html'>A perfect example of GREAT basketball was shown during the Finals first game between the Blue Eagles and the Growling Tigers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the 3 quarters and 9 minutes and 30 seconds of 4th. Just remember the last 30 seconds and how it stopped at the last Tick-Tack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know who wins until the fat lady sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a second remaining in the game, the UST Growling Tigers was already prematurely celebrating a supposedly game 1 victory with their team up by a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT just as they say.... THE BALL IS ROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that ONE LAST SECOND of the game, the jawdropper play happened...with only one last play...one last shot...one last chance to LEAD AND WIN the Finals Game 1 of UAAP, The ADMU Blue Eagles was able to shift an auspicious result to their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to the brilliant and unsuspecting play of Coach Norman Black. gave 3 decoys and an open Doug Kramer who by that time already INFRONT of the basket (too late for his defender to harass that winning shot) for an easy &amp;amp; breathtaking scoop shot! which resulted to a pandemonium effect to the Ateneo crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Black to Coach Jarencio: Ahah! Were you thinking of a 3 pointer this time? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A steal is never a victory&lt;/em&gt; - So don't act like you're &lt;strong&gt;Superman&lt;/strong&gt; saving the day who by the way leaves a SECOND still in the gameclock, you just would'nt expect that the person you have just guarded will turn out to be your own personal &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Doom&lt;/strong&gt;. Giving you a demoralizing shot at the very last sec of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(offtopic sort of: i hope my ex a grad from UST won't find me blogging here and actually read this entry, i just like to fret around with her. :D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UAAP board should check how the court refs officiated the game, better yet put on a new set of refs next game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when that&lt;em&gt; "controversial call"&lt;/em&gt; happened. The inbound pass which was intercepted by JC Intal during that UST last possesion play. Intal has the centercourt line sundering both his feet away from each other who was then able to tap the ball during inbound, eventually he jumps to grab the ball for a supposedly steal but as he landed the ref whistled for a violation against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I think there wasn't an established position by Intal during the first sequence yet so when he landed afer grabbing the ball that should be the time the ref should've consider counting everything else not even way before he taps the ball, the guy doesn't have 3 feet so his feet were in some way neutralized by the centerline. how can that be a violation..?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably Ateneo got the most calls against them during rebounding due to pushing the other players (still outhassled most of the time in rebounding good for them the have Laterre to hops and pops around) but did you see when Tiu almost used his entire body and face mopping the floor? &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; same with Arao who also was obviously shoved by Cruz while trying to outpost each other, (well, sometimes other refs knows how Arao could flop a lot most of the time, so better lessen those overacting pushed scenes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh not to forget that unfinished jam by JC Intal which they (the refs) probably thought that it was either a block or just a mis-dunk. but the replay showed that there was contact from the defenders hands and arms.. well unless he's Vince Carter a facial would be very easy even with those annoying hands and arms in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hand is considered a part of the ball so its a no call when someone tapped you there but JC was hit on his arms so it was supposedly a foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways that'll be history since they still won the game. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(one more thing... I think Escalona is forcing his shots.. that attitude is just a pain in the butt.. tsk!tsk! don't force the issue try to stick to the plan. limit ball hogging)&lt;br /&gt;maybe they could change refs who can run faster and make calls better. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like Cuan's quickness but most of the time his legs just can't hold on that long (EAT BANANAs, Philippines is abundant with these fruits) and he should develop a better jump shot and a 3pters, especially his playing point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jervy Cruz is one amazing discovery. Has a good footwork and his moves inside is just great plus his perimeter shooting. well i say he'd be a hell to guard to the next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend who works from Del Monte gave me this pineapple.. so effin sweet and juicy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.tinypic.com/4dyrdsk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="199" alt="" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/4dyrdsk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i9.tinypic.com/2nanyuf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="221" alt="" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/2nanyuf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night's entry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i will be going back to the city. it does come handy having friends in places you like to visit. there will be no problems looking for places to crash. As usual everytime I go there id be checking into this sort of high-end pads in really cool bungalow designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week i'll be roaming around the Visayas area. Just savouring the island till the end of next month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115911623562669620?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115911623562669620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115911623562669620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115911623562669620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115911623562669620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/09/tigers-seized-by-rapacious-eagles.html' title='Tigers seized by rapacious Eagles'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.tinypic.com/4dyrdsk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115897731450315324</id><published>2006-09-23T02:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:35:09.182Z</updated><title type='text'>Cranky Netty Yah!</title><content type='html'>Net connection got cranky yesterday and ended up posting my other entry past due. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate waking up early but what can i do, seems like someone's pulling me out of the bed way early than the usual. lately this sole from my right foot aches just when i got up and starts walking, sometimes its way too painful i have to limp out of the bed and around the house waiting for the pain to subside.&lt;br /&gt;If im not walking or limping it around i don't think the pain will disappear instantly.&lt;br /&gt;its like i should make it get used to stomping it as much as possible so the pain will ebb out shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so lazy fixing breakfast, that's why am so happy that someone created cereals. :D&lt;br /&gt;just a bowl of froot loops and some milk. &lt;strong&gt;BREAKFAST IS SERVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do know how to cook but the laziness...&lt;em&gt;whhooooaa&lt;/em&gt;...besides i don't have anyone to cook for, its just me,myself and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i do want something that i like to eat then that lazy bastard side of me will be temporarily out of my fucking way. coz im cooking my ass off no matter what.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta try my own styles of PASTA sauce. ;)&lt;br /&gt;i dont exactly have the recipes all written down, i just mix whatever i like to put in it.&lt;br /&gt;(just like how i loved putting a lot of oregano and pepper in it. :D )&lt;br /&gt;turns out its incredibly delicious. haha! well you have to ask the people who've tasted it any way before you'll ever believe in any of these. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(supposedly yesterday's entry)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Canned Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty much drained my energy doing some tag-spree, looking for a tag that suits me best. i went to different tag sites but seems like cbox is the not so fancy kind of tag that im looking for. simple yet elegant and user friendly. well, most of them are user friendly its just the look of it bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate a box of semi-sweet dark chocolates and right now im feeling its presence inside my system. feels like my head's gonna explode, i tried to sleep but my mind is way way hyper still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been raining from where i am right now. i had to close the windows and turn on the AC so as not to hear the noise of raindrops hitting hard to everything and anything that's on its way. its not even cold though, that's why i had to drop the AC temp to 16 degrees in High Cool mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im all over this can of pineapple slices i bought from the grocery. put a dozen cans inside the fridge coz i want to eat it cold. right now im currently watching The Sentinel while writing this entry on the side. There seems to be a problem with the net connection, search results for wifi's been turning zer0 for more than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just last week i watched Step up, the film was sort of a mix Centerstage and that of julia stiles film where she also dances ballet, then with a touch of group hip-hop moves like those of honey and you've got served. but in this film both the guy and the girl dances well, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just coming from a different state of life. All films came with a theme of determination, hard work and ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, Me and Dupree. well, there's a bit of Monster-in-law on the side instead of the guy's mum.. in YM&amp;amp;D its the girl's dad.&lt;br /&gt;From the middle towards the end of the film there were some domestic issues getting heated up. which, by the way was a result of the lack of disclosure between the couple.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end the problem was "partly" saved by dupree due to his annoyingly concerned nature.. he doesnt mind sticking his nose to someone elses business, besides if he screws up he makes it sure he's gonna bring it back atleast to the nearest of its original state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little man well what can i say.. still a crazy weird funny movies from the Wayans. i like watching any Wayans bros films its worth the agony of sitting on your ass for a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*back to watching* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115897731450315324?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115897731450315324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115897731450315324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115897731450315324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115897731450315324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/09/cranky-netty-yah.html' title='Cranky Netty Yah!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115889669358191921</id><published>2006-09-22T03:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:37:50.240Z</updated><title type='text'>crawling below the pajama lines</title><content type='html'>For more than a year now I haven't been into any serious relationship. Not that I wasn't able to get back on my feet or anything like that. I opted to be free from any commitments and it was good coz nothing comes my way, with what I do and wanted to do in my life. I don't have to think of anyone that i have to consider every time I make plans during the past months. No arguments that may lead to fighting, no worrying, no stalking for reasons of jealousy and no hourly check ups of where I am and what am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit sometimes it could hit you back, casual relationships isn't as good as real ones. Where you two can sit, talk, laugh and be with one another even without doing anything... just being with each other makes your heart full already. Being with someone seriously is like trusting everything that you have and ironically it seems that that &lt;em&gt;"everything"&lt;/em&gt; that you have is also &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;, Someone who completes you and same way you do unto her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast with someone you barely know, not even the slightest emotional attachment is present. Undeniably &lt;strong&gt;NULL&lt;/strong&gt; in that department. The thing you'll have in common with is only inclined on lust and a bit of &lt;strong&gt;UNserious &lt;/strong&gt;admiration that comes sensuously.&lt;br /&gt;After satisfaction is achieved and got all that you "needed" at that time, then it also ends there. Well maybe not totally ending there right away, maybe some other time you two would want to feed that lustiness again, so you're back just like the way it was the other time. Even so, I still wouldn't feel that &lt;em&gt;"completeness"&lt;/em&gt; within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a couple of one night stands, flings and the benefit of constant booty calls. Some ladies I know would even fly over to just be plowed by me. Well yes, a part of me is temporarily having fun on that department but still another part of me is &lt;strong&gt;LOST&lt;/strong&gt; and is seeking for the path of &lt;em&gt;real happiness&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I had a couple of them lined up willing and ready for their &lt;em&gt;"special private services"&lt;/em&gt; with me it doesn't mean that the &lt;em&gt;"supposedly"&lt;/em&gt; relationship I'm having with them is limited to only that. (**get?**)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by chance I feel that there is more than that of our sexual satisfaction and having a chance that together we felt that we could explore more of each other deeply, intimately… then I am all the time willing to plunge into that chance laid in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's there to be scared of, right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night stand is just a necessity that we (the women and i) mutually agreed to fill with one another's sensual calling at that moment. If she calls me the next day or any day soon then one night now adds another, making it two or more is worth to be entertained as long as I am still &lt;strong&gt;commitment-free&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never hide the fact that at an early age I've experienced a lot of sexual activities. I don't care if you call me a &lt;em&gt;horn ball&lt;/em&gt; or anything synonymous to that. It was a decisive choice I made and never regretted to do, Hey, I'm just satisfying a very important human nature.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I did a handful already I do maintain safeness in what I do. Keeping healthy and staying clean is very important and I do consider it as a priority, &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a very focal issue and proudly speaking I don't have any history of sexual diseases and anything close to that.&lt;br /&gt;I go to my regular check-ups with my physician and always keep my body in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you’re thinking that I'm the perfect profile of your typical &lt;strong&gt;man whore&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Factually and boldly speaking I don't have to pay them and neither do I, I'm just lucky to have been blessed with an &lt;em&gt;infectious charisma to magnetically attract a bagful of ladies which eventually leads to an adventure-FULL sexual activity&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, I only do women and women &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;, just making it clear before any same sex proposals are sent to my e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have been born into a very conservative family but they never reprimanded me in anything that I wanted to do, as long as they know I am ready to face any future responsibilities. And with regards to that, I also see to it that whenever I'll be having such responsibilities I make sure I'll be sharing that with someone whom I can grow old with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wouldn't you be happier if the two of you are feeling the presence of LOVE while you're making love...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115889669358191921?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115889669358191921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115889669358191921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115889669358191921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115889669358191921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/09/crawling-below-pajama-lines.html' title='crawling below the pajama lines'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115886599825051275</id><published>2006-09-21T19:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:13:18.250Z</updated><title type='text'>sewing my pajama</title><content type='html'>this pretty much is my new blog look. edited some codes to customize and put my feel in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much really but hey, just getting acquainted with my blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully if my brain starts to work some time soon...ill be able to put a better layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115886599825051275?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115886599825051275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115886599825051275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115886599825051275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115886599825051275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/09/sewing-my-pajama.html' title='sewing my pajama'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781499.post-115882272425439793</id><published>2006-09-21T06:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:51:47.255Z</updated><title type='text'>The Pajama's Out</title><content type='html'>I'll let you think am a newbie in this "blogworld".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i have decided to let out my pajama and tell you what's underneath it and beyond. (as if you're interested)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to write journals but all this time i keep it to myself. (really?)&lt;br /&gt;nah, i did have a deadjournal and xanga before but i sort of..., LOST IT. I just don't have the time to keep track with my online journals before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now after reading lots of blogs for years i finally have the "will" to re-publish one for myself AGAIN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh..took me that long, you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with deadjournal in the later months of year 1999 (coz i remember that time i was on my first year of college) i kept that journal for about a year and later stopped while i focused myself with school then next was xanga..one of my ex knew about the blog so i stop and also didn't really like the feel of it so i again STOP. &lt;a href="http://brand-store777.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;color:#000000;" &gt;chanel handbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even my own personal websites and community boards didn't last. no updates and opted not to reapply for the webhosting services any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am... having my pajama out again..let's just see if i can keep this up for long. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully when i go to other places.. i could find hotspots where i could log on and do my thing here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34781499-115882272425439793?l=hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/feeds/115882272425439793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34781499&amp;postID=115882272425439793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115882272425439793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34781499/posts/default/115882272425439793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hackneyedhazim.blogspot.com/2006/09/pajamas-out.html' title='The Pajama&apos;s Out'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
