<?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-30420755</id><updated>2012-01-28T10:29:17.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity Flair</title><subtitle type='html'>.... I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by ....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-4518681386119461515</id><published>2009-02-05T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:16:10.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger</title><content type='html'>  I found this on one of my colleague's multiply journal. I found it amusing so I decided to try it out. You can check her original post &lt;a href="http://vanaque.multiply.com/journal/item/98?mark_read=vanaque:journal:98"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rules: Put your player on shuffle and hit the 'Next' button to get your answer to every question. You must indicate the title and artist, no matter how far-fetched it sounds. No Cheating.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GIRL?&lt;br&gt;Deep - Nine Inch Nails&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br&gt;Shh - Frou Frou&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br&gt;Last Dance - Imago&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br&gt;Please, Please Me - The Beatles&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br&gt;Everything You Want - Vertical Horizon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br&gt;All I Need - Side A&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br&gt;Violet Hill - Coldplay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br&gt;Heart Shaped Box(Tribute to Nirvana) - The String Quartet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br&gt;Jambi - Tool&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT SONG WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br&gt;The Sun and Moon - Mae&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br&gt;Justify - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST&lt;br&gt;Just Another - Pete Yorn&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br&gt;Versus - Urbandub&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br&gt;Million Faces - Paolo Nutini&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br&gt;Passion's Killing Floor - HIM&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br&gt;Stay With You - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br&gt;Zoe Jane - Staind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br&gt;Screaming Infidelities - Dashboard Confessionals&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br&gt;All She Wrote - Default&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br&gt;The Worm - Audioslave&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br&gt;Reclusion - Anberlin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br&gt;Stoppin' The Love - KT Tunstall&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br&gt;Stranger - Elisa&lt;br&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-4518681386119461515?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/4518681386119461515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=4518681386119461515&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/4518681386119461515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/4518681386119461515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2009/02/stranger.html' title='Stranger'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-5507066824323345212</id><published>2009-02-02T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:15:34.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the *toot*!?!?</title><content type='html'>  This &lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/topstories/topstories/view/20090201-186781/Arroyo-to-US-Do-something-to-end-crisis"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; really ruined my day. The article was just *toot* insane! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"What we want is for America to do something because the last thing we want is for America to do nothing. You may be vague on what should be done, but the worst thing is for it not to do anything," &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh hell yeah. Our dearest president said that statement during the session of the World Economic Forum. I think she has gone insane. I just don't get it, how she can say that without thinking about the state of the country she's running. Does she really think that she's doing something for her country?! *toot*, the only thing she's doing is to let her husband suck all the money the Filipinos have. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"It is ironic that the developing countries now are doing better than the developed countries, and yet if they will not have a say in how to structure the world economy that's really wrong. So we need to have the developing countries represented in a bigger way, they have something to share, how are they able to keep their countries resilient"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Resilient she says. By the way, is the Philippines a developing country? Are we doing better than the U.S.? Does she really have a clue on what she's saying?!? She is just *toot* insane. I may just be narrow minded but, the only development i knew was the gas prices going down (even if it's still a little bit expensive). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"But, Filipinos love America, and what we can say is that it’s so easy to have 20/20 vision on hindsight when all this easy money policy was doing, we know was very good for the world." "As I said we all didn't want it to happen, very few saw it happening, so it's not a time for blame-tossing, it’s a time for looking for the solution," &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now she's kissing a**. Mind your words woman! Why don't you find yourself your very own Jon Favreau so your speeches would not suck. &lt;br&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-5507066824323345212?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/5507066824323345212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=5507066824323345212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/5507066824323345212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/5507066824323345212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-toot.html' title='what the *toot*!?!?'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-4776512026433807442</id><published>2009-01-13T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:04:46.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a guide for men</title><content type='html'>        &lt;a href="http://renzetzuken.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SWxYYwoKCCYAAGIb2yM1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://renzetzuken.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SWxYsgoKCCYAAG2QStc1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.renzetzuken.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SWxYsgoKCCYAAG2QStc1/girl-face-chart.jpg?et=z4wIgW2iKBUQ4qIaMRBVvQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just found this one on &lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;Digg&lt;/a&gt;. The images explains itself. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;       &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-4776512026433807442?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/4776512026433807442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=4776512026433807442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/4776512026433807442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/4776512026433807442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2009/01/guide-for-men.html' title='a guide for men'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-6947420063720314738</id><published>2008-10-11T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:27:14.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the land of borat: adventure log day 1</title><content type='html'>sheesh. i got lost! hehe. i managed to take some pictures while walking, but there's not much to see so far. i'll post the pictures after this blog post. so far, the weather is still bearable. it's not that cold and a simple jacket will suffice. i'm still hungry. i still haven't eaten yet. i did find the grocery so i've bought:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 liters of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 Rolls of Tissue Paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Fabric Softener&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all those items costs 659 KZ Tenge (approx. 7 USD). wow. i haven't finished my day yet and i've already spent almost a hundred dollars (including the taxi fare). i wonder what will happen to me here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-6947420063720314738?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/6947420063720314738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=6947420063720314738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/6947420063720314738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/6947420063720314738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-land-of-borat-adventure-log-day-1.html' title='in the land of borat: adventure log day 1'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-367308274402216139</id><published>2008-10-11T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:24:05.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the land of borat</title><content type='html'> Hellooooooo Borat!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:00 A.M.: i just arrived here in Kazakhstan and the first thing i asked myself was, are they Mongolians? most of the people i've seen so far looks like Mongolian - even the taxi driver who drove me to the flat i'll be staying with. that friggin' taxi driver! i was told to pay only 4000 KZ Tenge but that friggin' taxi driver keeps asking for 5500 KZ Tenge (approx. 45 USD). i was just too tired to argue so i just gave him what he wants, luckily there's a reciept so i can claim it. *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:00 A.M.: i arrived at the flat that i'll be staying for a couple of weeks. it's a little bit scary! actually, the flat itself is nice, but the building is old. and there's no light outside the building, not even in the stairs going to the flat - heck. i'm on the 5th floor! the neighborhood looks a bit rundown and it's too quiet. i felt like i was in a survival / horror movie when i was going up the stairs. it was too dark... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:00 A.M.: internet! bwahahaha. unlimited internet baby!!!! but .... i thirst and i hunger!!! it's still too dark ouside. i wonder what time the sun rises here in KZ? i want too look for food. looking at the bright side, i've found a new friend - pesky. he's a mosquito who's having a feast from my blood, atleast one of us is full. and now he's dead. yeah. i killed him *evil laugh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:30 A.M. : i'm really hungry and thirsty. i guess it's time for me to have an adventure.... grocery, got to find a grocery .....&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-367308274402216139?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/367308274402216139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=367308274402216139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/367308274402216139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/367308274402216139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-land-of-borat.html' title='in the land of borat'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-6039478147818197230</id><published>2008-09-12T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:24:57.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>global warming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://renzetzuken.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SMoZIwoKCCYAAHiNgfc1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.renzetzuken.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SMoZIwoKCCYAAHiNgfc1/global-warming.jpg?et=ygb4n0h8Sp909IOYxHn06w&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;help stop global warming! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-6039478147818197230?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/6039478147818197230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=6039478147818197230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/6039478147818197230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/6039478147818197230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2008/09/global-warming.html' title='global warming'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-3430430492931335660</id><published>2008-08-27T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T04:25:19.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn</title><content type='html'>  it's 10:08 p.m. here in bratislava, slovakia. it's weird. i'm not yet in the mood for sleep nor am i sleepy at all. usually by this time, i'm already snoring in my bed. must be the one (1) liter coke i drank. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yes, one liter. sheesh. i'm getting fat and i'm still too lazy to do anything about it. i ask myself now, what happened to your ritual exercise jay? anyways ... since, i'm not yet snoring, might as well post a new blog - so i thought... so ... what to write? i really don't know. i was thinking of reviving my &lt;a href="http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/bloggernovela.html"&gt;bloggernovela&lt;/a&gt; but i just don't know how. i'll think about it some other time - when i'm not too lazy that is. finally! after a long time staring at my pc, the urge to sleep is finally there. a good time as well, i don't know what else to put in this post. i don't even know how to end &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;zzzzZZZZZzzz&lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-3430430492931335660?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/3430430492931335660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=3430430492931335660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/3430430492931335660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/3430430492931335660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2008/08/yawn.html' title='yawn'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-6027156785346549714</id><published>2008-07-11T03:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T03:12:19.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than a love song by augustana</title><content type='html'>What can I say amidst your eyes? Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;What can a love song provide? Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;Words are a lovely try for something more.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to give to you, give to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than a love song can give,&lt;br /&gt;more than a feeling like this,&lt;br /&gt;more than a dim light upon the path you walk,&lt;br /&gt;more than my words can explain,&lt;br /&gt;more than the falling rain,&lt;br /&gt;more than the sun shines upon your lovely face;&lt;br /&gt;it’s more than a love song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found a way you call to me. You show me where,&lt;br /&gt;you show me where I used to be. You bring me there.&lt;br /&gt;And this is the life to seek: something more.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to give to you, give to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than a love song can give,&lt;br /&gt;more than a feeling like this,&lt;br /&gt;more than a dim light upon the path you walk,&lt;br /&gt;more than my words can explain,&lt;br /&gt;more than the falling rain,&lt;br /&gt;more than the sun shines upon your lovely face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That look upon your face, it’s beauty to me.&lt;br /&gt;That look upon, it’s beauty to me,&lt;br /&gt;and it’s beauty to me,&lt;br /&gt;and it’s beauty to me,&lt;br /&gt;to me, to me, to me, to me, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a love song can give,&lt;br /&gt;more than a feeling like this,&lt;br /&gt;more than a dim light upon the path you walk.&lt;br /&gt;More than my words can explain,&lt;br /&gt;more than the falling rain,&lt;br /&gt;more than the sun shines upon your lovely face;&lt;br /&gt;it’s more than a love song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than a love song.&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than a love song.&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than a love song.&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-6027156785346549714?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/6027156785346549714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=6027156785346549714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/6027156785346549714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/6027156785346549714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-than-love-song-by-augustana.html' title='more than a love song by augustana'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-5611366400071652449</id><published>2008-07-04T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:58:40.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants of a panganay</title><content type='html'>foreword: it's alive! it's alive! whoa. tagal ko na palang di nagp-post dito. last post ko pa was january. at least same year pa din hehe. it has been a roller coaster ride for me these past few months. a lot has really happened. pero sa ibang post ko na lang siguro sasabihin. that is pag sinipag ako ulit mag post. anyways, on to the main post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. hirap maging panganay. i don't why, pero it seems like sa family ko lang siguro yun. i mean it could be different sa ibang panganay (eldest child - for those of you who can't read/understand tagalog). ever since totoy pa lang kami ng aking mga kapatid panganay na ako (duh! of course. insanity filling up, sorry). even though hindi sinasabi ng mga parents (although in my case, they always remind me), it is clearly understood that the eldest child should be more responsible than the younger siblings. that was my upbringing (nuks! doesn't really show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought that it should be ok, i can handle it. i can live to their expectations. but, most of the time i feel pressured. i feel stressed. especially now that i'm working. i have to be much more responsible than even before. it's hard. it really is. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time i have to burden to be the last outlet of my mom. it's hard. my mom usually complains to me about our family issues and such. it's tiring. i usually don't have any outlet to pass on the negative vibes so it usually get stucks with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have to be able to keep up with my younger brothers. and i can't. they are far too stubborn for me to handle. the youngest is a playboy (and his only in his 2nd year of highschool). he always uses his celfone. he doesn't pay much attention with his studies now. and it's a pity.. he was supposed to be the smartest among us. he was always on the top of his class from nursery to grade school.. but now, he changes his gf(s) (he won't admit it, but we assume it's already a gf) every year. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the middle brother is a registered nurse. i should be proud. i am proud. it's just, we have to keep pushing him to make a move. to find trainings for his career. to find a good job in a good hospital. he always have excuses. he's the most stubborn and insensitive amongst us brothers. he usually thinks for himself. he's nice when he needs you but, he's a totally different person otherwise. i also wish he could be responsible enough to handle things while i'm not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. but, i'm happy. happy to have this kind of life. it's stressful, but i guess it's ok with me. i just need some outlet sometimes. it's family love (cheesy yet true). i'm glad to be a panganay especially when i have a conversation like this with my brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this is a yahoo messenger conversation between me and jerome (middle child).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay:nasabi ba sayo ni mami na maghanap ka ng ibang training habang wala pa ung as feu?&lt;br /&gt;jay: pag nakahanap ka bibigyan kita ng allowance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerome: hindi nako pwedeng maghanap ng ibang training kasi meron na nga ako sa feu&lt;br /&gt;jerome: kahait na bgyan mo pa ako wala narin akong mahhnap ng ibang training kasi halos laht ng hospital close na&lt;br /&gt;jerome: swerte nko sa feu kasi nkapasok agad ako&lt;br /&gt;jerome: alam mo aking mahal na kapatid, sobrang hirap maghanap ng maaaplyan sa hospital so dinami daming narses dito sa pinas.. j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay: ok. pasensya na aking nakakabatang kapatid..&lt;br /&gt;jay: nagmamalasakit lang naman ang iyong kuya sapagkat iniisip din niya ang iyong kabukasan mahal kong kapatid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerome: naiintindihan ko kayo aking nakakatandang kapatid..bagamat subalit hindi ko maaaring hawakin ang tadhana sapagkat sadyang mahirapmagaapply&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-5611366400071652449?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/5611366400071652449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=5611366400071652449&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/5611366400071652449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/5611366400071652449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2008/07/rants-of-panganay_04.html' title='rants of a panganay'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-7913148011561188848</id><published>2008-01-14T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:09:51.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;torpe? mahiyain? walang lakas ng loob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magpatama ka na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta siguraduhin mo na mab-bullseye mo siya. pero paano pag dense ung pinapatamaan mo? kawawa ka naman. no choice? sabihin ng derecho? kaso di mo nga masabi ng derecho eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh di magpatama na lang ulit? try and try until you die kung baga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanggang doon ka na lang ba? hintayin hanggat ma-gets niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh paano pag tinatamaan na pala siya at di lang niya alam ung dapat niyang i-react or sabihin. siya pala ung loser eh. sabihin mo na lang sa kanya na pathetic siya. waste of time? eh paano pag &lt;a href="http://bluepalito.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-know-if-it-is-tru-lab.html"&gt;tru lab&lt;/a&gt; na pala? kawawa ka naman. what to do?&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/30420755-7913148011561188848?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/7913148011561188848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=7913148011561188848&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/7913148011561188848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/7913148011561188848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2008/01/patama.html' title='patama'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-3144300893094159777</id><published>2007-12-14T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T14:50:07.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piano in the dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the time was 10:30 p.m.. i was all alone on our ground floor office. i wanted to go home, but i can't. i was still waiting for a call. sound trip. para malibang. para di mainip sa paghihintay. then i heard a sound of a piano playing... saan nanggaling yun? parang pambata ung tinutugtog. parang christmas song. aha! it could be the christmas lights decoration in the reception area. then i thought, may sound ba un? meron siguro. meron namang christmas lights decor na may sound. pero di ba naka off na un? napaisip. eh saan nanggagaling un? mumu!?!? nah. sa second floor office lang meron nun. pero baka bumaba na? curious. i looked around the ground floor office. wala na talagang tao sa may side namin. sa kabilang side? nope, wala na din tao. eh saan nanggaling un? baka naka on ung christmas decor, di na-off. ok, let's check. the lights on the reception area were already off. may parang shadowy figure sa may reception desk. poooootaaaah!!! si mang ludy (our night shift guard) pala yun playing a piano attached to one of the children's book being sold!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mang ludy: natakot ka noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay: kala ko mumu... =D&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/30420755-3144300893094159777?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/3144300893094159777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=3144300893094159777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/3144300893094159777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/3144300893094159777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/12/piano-in-dark.html' title='piano in the dark'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-8757450902414295596</id><published>2007-11-28T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:02:33.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hi. i'm jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**crowd goes... hi jay...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm an addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't remember when it all started or when i first got hooked with this addiction of mine. i can't help it. i can't resist it. i know all you need is just discipline. but, it's easier said than done.  it's like when you're telling yourself, promising that this should be the last, and then, in just a few moments you break that promise to yourself. it's really hard to control this addiction. i can't get it out of my system. i know, i should try to control it. i know, i should find a way to free myself from this addiction. but, i can't. i just can't. i crave for it every single day. it's hard when you're addicted with something. it really is. but, how can you stop? how can you stop something so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its scrumptious meat. its sour yet tasty soup. yuuuuuummy. we kapampangans call it "sigang na babe(read: ba-beh)", in tagalog sinigang na baboy. i'm addicted with it. i can't help it. you should try it.&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/30420755-8757450902414295596?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/8757450902414295596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=8757450902414295596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8757450902414295596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8757450902414295596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/addiction.html' title='addiction'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-2975448783201039127</id><published>2007-11-21T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T15:24:22.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggernovela: as lovers go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NOTE: should i say more? check &lt;a href="http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/falling-down-literally.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out first before reading on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S HAPPENING: we left our dear beloved boboy on the mall stuttering, while confessing his feelings to mamay. babay, our female protagonist is on the fourth floor watching the scene between boboy and mamay on the ground floor. through her super hearing prowess mainly used for gossiping, she listens to the conversation between boboy and mamay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamay: i've gotta be honest. you're wasting your time if your fishing around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: you must be mistaken. 'cause, i'm not fooling... this feeling is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamay: you've gotta be crazy. what do you take me for? some kind of easy mark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: no, you've got wits, you've got looks, you've got passion, but, i swear that you've got me all wrong....... all wrong....... all wrong....... but, you got me. i'll be true. i'll be useful. i'll be cavalier. i'll be yours my dear. and i'll belong to you, if you just let me through. this is easy as lovers go, so don't complicate it by hesitating. and this is wonderful as loving goes, this is tailor-made, what's the sense in waiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamay: *hihirit sana, kaso di pa pala tapos si boboy**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: i've gotta be honest, i've been waiting for you all my life. for so long i thought i was asylum bound, but just seeing you makes me think twice. and being here with you makes me sane, i fear i'll go crazy if you leave my side. you've got wits... you've got looks, you've got passion , but are you brave enough to leave with me tonight?&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/30420755-2975448783201039127?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/2975448783201039127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=2975448783201039127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/2975448783201039127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/2975448783201039127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/bloggernovela-as-lovers-go.html' title='bloggernovela: as lovers go'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-2224661994958906560</id><published>2007-11-20T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T17:18:19.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shout!</title><content type='html'>i just wanted to shout! even if it's only through written words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to empty my mind of any negative thoughts that have been bothering me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to forget all the problems and relax for just a little while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to escape from all the pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to have a quiet time without any worries even for just a moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to have sometime for myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to escape from reality... even for just a second...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-2224661994958906560?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/2224661994958906560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=2224661994958906560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/2224661994958906560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/2224661994958906560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/shout.html' title='shout!'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-2565185673067737727</id><published>2007-11-20T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:28:55.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magical moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"think of this moment as your greatest blessing. for this moment connects you to, surrounds you with, all your many other blessings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sights, the sounds, the textures and feelings in this moment provides endless level of richness for you to explore and experience. the thoughts you have in this moment can carry you to any place, any time and any possibility you dare to imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever fulfillment you seek begins in this moment. all the goodness you have know is alive with you right here and now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this moment is ripe with opportunity. it is the magical stage upon which you can act to truly make a difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole of the universe in its unimaginable vastness comes together in this moment. and you are now here to focus on that value, through your thoughts and actions, toward beautiful positive purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the moment, a great gift that is now being born all around you. you know what to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Ralph Marston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** magkamaganak kaya si eric santos saka si &lt;a href="http://www.asap.unimelb.edu.au/bsparcs/aasmemoirs/marston.htm"&gt;ralph marston&lt;/a&gt;? puro sila moment eh..**&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/30420755-2565185673067737727?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/2565185673067737727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=2565185673067737727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/2565185673067737727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/2565185673067737727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/magical-moment.html' title='magical moment'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-3702037793734602010</id><published>2007-11-19T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:17:13.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking out lout: nonsense and pointless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;how pointless it is when some people say things they don't even mean. when they do things and regret doing it in the end. such nonsense when you say sorry over and over again without sincerity. how can they hope when deep inside they know that there's no chance at all?&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/30420755-3702037793734602010?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/3702037793734602010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=3702037793734602010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/3702037793734602010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/3702037793734602010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/thinking-out-lout-nonsense-and.html' title='thinking out lout: nonsense and pointless'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-9221691419401872552</id><published>2007-11-19T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:17:32.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling down... literally</title><content type='html'>NOTE: as always, read the &lt;a href="http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/season-2_15.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; episode first before reading on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's happening?: si boboy (ang ating male protagonist) ay meron ng bagong love interest. we shall name her mamay. let's name boboy's previous love interest as well, she will be called, mandarin. as always, boboy is with his partner in crime babay. moving on with the story... btw, nasa mall sila boboy and babay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: so dude? paano na kaya. ano ng gagawin ko? pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babay: ninuninuninuninuninuninuninuninu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: sheez, inatake ka na naman ng mental illness mo... pre si..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** nakita ni boboy si mamay na naglalakad magisa sa mall, si boboy nasa 4th floor, si mamay nasa 1st floor **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babay: un ba si mamay? dali! puntahan mo!! kausapin mo.. yayain mong manood ng movie or something.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: can't pre.. natotorpe ako.. and besides wala na din naman akong pagasa sa kanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babay: arte mo naman..&lt;/span&gt; *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** [toinks] tinulak ni babay si boboy sa may edge ng 4th floor. eksaktong bumagsak si boboy sa harap ni mamay na nasa 1st floor **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babay: um, loko! buhay ka pa?&lt;/span&gt; *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: **habang tinitignan ng masama si babay** !!@#$%^&amp;amp;*() mo!!!! buti na lang magaling ako sa acrobatics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamay: ok ka lang boboy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: **nagblush, nahiya sa sinabi** ok naman.. soooo... musta? err.. uhmmm... **pinagpapawisan** hmmm... **pumito** anong ginagawa mo dito sa mall? i mean.. err.. may kasama ka?? ahh.. uhhhm.. hmmm.. gusto mo ng kasama?? err.. **najejebs na sa sobrang kaba**.. hi.. hello.. **gulp**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamay: ok ka lang? anong meron? parang najejebs ka? pawis na pawis ka pa. sobrang lamig naman dito sa mall ah. gusto mo ng tissue? gusto mo ng bantay sa may cr? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: mamay.. **nagiba ang ihip ng hangin**... iiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIiiiiii... liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIkkkkkkke.. yooooooooooouuuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamay:&lt;/span&gt; **speechless**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-9221691419401872552?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/9221691419401872552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=9221691419401872552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/9221691419401872552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/9221691419401872552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/falling-down-literally.html' title='falling down... literally'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-7274685437718036883</id><published>2007-11-17T13:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T13:44:34.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time mo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;first time mo? yup. it was my first time watching a movie in an imax theater. it was a good experience. the movie we watched was also good. it didn't stink but it didn't also passed the wooooooooow bar. btw, the movie was beowulf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how was the movie experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, it was a good experience. i wanted to extend my arm and reach the stars of the paramount pictures logo because it was in 3d. i didn't. i didn't want to look like some geek. i also wanted to do it when the warner bros. logo was also shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to watch beowulf. i know the story is considered as one of literature's most beloved piece. i also wanted to see how the cg graphics is. ok fine. i also wanted to see angelina jolie in an almost naked state. happy now? in any case, beowulf is a good movie to watch in an imax theater.&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/30420755-7274685437718036883?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/7274685437718036883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=7274685437718036883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/7274685437718036883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/7274685437718036883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-time-mo.html' title='first time mo?'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-5615917882057644281</id><published>2007-11-15T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:00:54.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>season 2!!</title><content type='html'>before reading on... try to check &lt;a href="http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/season-2.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out first ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, medyo nalilito na ako sa pag quote and unquote. di ko na alam minsan kung sino na ung nagsabi kung ung male protagonist ba or ung chick protagonist. kaya naisip kong bigyan sila ng pangalan. the male protagonist will be named boboy, and the lead female's name is babay. eto yata  ung pumalit dun sa naisip ko na &lt;a href="http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/bloggernovela.html"&gt;bloggernovela&lt;/a&gt; dati. hehe. anyways, the adventures and misadventures (may adventures ba sila?) of boboy and babay continues.. btw, nag skip na ako ng scene.. wala na kasi akong maisip na idudugtong eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following takes place at aroung 8:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m. two weeks after the last scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: duuuuuuuuuuuuuude!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babay: yo? long time no see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: parang two weeks lang eh. na-miss mo na ako agad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babay: hinayupak na. ang kapal naman ng apog mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: nagbabasakali lang. hehe. nga pala, may bago na akong crush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babay: susmaryosep naman. para ka naman model, kung gaano kadalas magpalit ang mga model ganun ka din kadalas magpalit ng gusto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: kala ko kaya para akong model kasi mukha akong model eh. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babay: yup. mukha ka namang model eh. yung tipong mga model ng sapatos, slippers. para di makita ung mukha mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: haha. korni. anyways, dati ko kasi siyang crush pero nawala ung pagkacrush ko sa kanya, tapos naging crush ko ulit pero kala ko di ko na crush pero ngayon crush ko na ulit. the problem is, may complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babay: may sayad? may psychiatric problem? may murderous intents? may suicidal tendency? may multiple personality disorder? or all of the above? kung all of the above, ok lang yun. in fact bagay na bagay nga kayo eh. eh ganun ka din kasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boboy: baliw! meron na kasi siyang gustong iba. pero dude.. the more i get to know her the more i get to like her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-5615917882057644281?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/5615917882057644281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=5615917882057644281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/5615917882057644281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/5615917882057644281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/season-2_15.html' title='season 2!!'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-7939948747682278918</id><published>2007-11-14T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:22:46.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freaky coincidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bakit freaky coincidence? for sure nabalitaan niyo na naman ung sumabog kagabi sa may south wing ng batasan complex right? well, ganito kasi yun, yesterday nag status ako sa gtalk ng "KABOOOOOOOOOOOM" and then pinalitan ko ng "and then... KABOOOOOOOOOOOM". buti na lang wala akong contacts sa gtalk na taga nbi or pnp. baka sabihin ako pa ang may kasalanan at ako ang namboba. freaky di ba? hmmm.. di kaya nagkakaroon ako ng esp? or di kaya may curse ang gtalk at kung anong lagay mo na status eh mangyayari? eh pag may curse nga, lalagay ko ng status na "and then jessica alba fell in love with me". sulit! pero mga pre, medyo kinilabutan talaga ako sa coincidence na un. i know i know, mababaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tutal na-brought up na din naman ung bombing sa may batasan complex, eto ung point of view ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumbass talaga ang pnp natin. walang kwenta. bwahahahaha. sino na nga ulit ung pnp chief nila? si razon! akalain mo nga naman na maglabas kaagad ng statement na galing daw sa kotse ni rep. akbar ung bomba. galing niya noh? hindi pa sila nag i-investigate nung nilabas niya ung statement na un. baka siya ung may esp. hehe. pero wait.. my esp is telling me something (nakampucha naman, talagang pinagpilitan na may esp eh noh) maglalabas ulit sila ng statement na hindi bomba un. na it was just methane gas plus diesel fumes kaya nagkaroon ng pagsabog. may industrial defects daw kasi ang pagkagawa sa batasan complex. i'm so bad. eviiiiiiiil.. bwahahahaha.&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/30420755-7939948747682278918?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/7939948747682278918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=7939948747682278918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/7939948747682278918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/7939948747682278918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/freaky-coincidence.html' title='freaky coincidence'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-8052033937434934242</id><published>2007-11-13T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:39:31.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog is cheap!!!</title><content type='html'>yup! my blog is cheap. in fact it's for free! yes. for free! badtrip. how did i know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check &lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that site calculates how much your blog is worth. well, mine costs $0.00. cheap! sheez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-8052033937434934242?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/8052033937434934242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=8052033937434934242&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8052033937434934242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8052033937434934242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-blog-is-cheap.html' title='my blog is cheap!!!'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-8221921010333072833</id><published>2007-11-13T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:56:20.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking out loud: martyrs</title><content type='html'>hmmm... bakit ganun? bakit kaya may mga tao na would gladly sacrifice anything for the one&lt;br /&gt;they love? and i mean kahit na nasasaktan na sila eh go go go pa din. hmmmm.. just a thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-8221921010333072833?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/8221921010333072833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=8221921010333072833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8221921010333072833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8221921010333072833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/thinking-out-loud-martyrs.html' title='thinking out loud: martyrs'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-2062182843691035441</id><published>2007-11-12T09:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:00:25.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nba analyst wannabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;are you a nba fan? if you are, then for sure you regularly visit their &lt;a href="http://nba.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.  and if you regularly visit their website, you know about their nba experts' predictions. if not, well you can just check &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/features/expertpredictions_071030.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out. in any case, i also want to be a nba analyst. like those experts, i also have my predictions on who will win the mvp, the rookie of the year, who will the championship etc. etc. etc. enough said, here is my prediction for this nba season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATLANTIC DIVISION WINNER: Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;WHY: the C's big three are the best big three in the league right now. and if they stay healthy this season this could be bad news for the other team. KG, Ray and Paul Pierce working together? yup. they sure are. even though KG, and Ray were superstars from their old team and Pierce was the main man for the C's before KG and Ray were added, the big three doesn't mind sharing the ball - and that is unselfish basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CENTRAL DIVISION WINNER: Chicago Bulls&lt;br /&gt;WHY: ok ok, the bulls stink right now. and i mean they stink. they're standing is last in the division with a 1-5 win-lost record. so how will they be the central division winner you may ask. kobe is coming to town. well, that's just my prediction. and if he does comes to town, look out east, the bulls are back in business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUTHEAST DIVISION WINNER: Washington Wizards&lt;br /&gt;WHY: ok, like the bulls they stink right now. they also just have a 1-5 win-lost record. but, give them time. agent zero is still recovering from his surgery. caron butler and antown jamison are still finding their game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NORTHWEST DIVISION WINNER: Utah Jazz&lt;br /&gt;WHY: the jazz has a new stockton-malone combination with williams-boozer. williams is getting better. really better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACIFIC DIVISION WINNER: Phoenix Suns&lt;br /&gt;WHY: come on, it's obvious. nash is on his mvp performance again. stoudamire is not 100% YET and their still winning. barbosa is still getting better. marion is still himself - mr. double double. their team is still the best offensive team in the nba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUTHWEST DIVISION WINNER: San Antonio Spurs&lt;br /&gt;WHY: no questions ask. the spurs are still hungry for another championship. and they still have what it takes to have a repeat. they still have the best defense in the league, and they have the offense to boast as well. duncan will still dominate the center position and parker, well he'll just do what he does best, win games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MVP: Lebron James&lt;br /&gt;WHY: he will carry his team to the playoffs. he's young and he's still improving. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROOKIE OF THE YEAR: Kevin Durant&lt;br /&gt;WHY: should we have any other choice? he is the best rookie this year even if greg oden didn't get injured and was able to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EASTERN CONFERENCE CHAMPS: Cleveland Cavaliers&lt;br /&gt;WHY: contradicting isn't it? i chose the bulls to be the atlantic division winner but yet i choose the cavs to be the eastern conference champs. why? lebron james will wake up in the playoffs. he will realize that he has not teammates. he'll change his philosophy. no more past first philosophy. he'll dominate and score score and score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WESTERN CONFERENCE CHAMPS: Phoenix Suns&lt;br /&gt;WHY: it's the suns time. they'll match up with either the mavericks or the spurs on the western conference finals but they'll win. they want a championship. and they want it bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBA FINALS CHAMP: Phoenix Suns&lt;br /&gt;WHY: like i said, it's phoenix time. and not to mention the cavs can't beat the suns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALS MVP: Steve Nash&lt;br /&gt;WHY: i'm a lebron james fan, but it's too early for them to win a championship. not to mention lebron is all alone. he needs help in order to win a championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there goes my prediction. this is only my opinion. anything can still happen. and i may even change my predictions. it's just an opinion from me, a nba fan. if you have your own nba predictions, feel free to share.&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/30420755-2062182843691035441?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/2062182843691035441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=2062182843691035441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/2062182843691035441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/2062182843691035441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/nba-analyst-wannabe.html' title='nba analyst wannabe'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-1467071156988537182</id><published>2007-11-10T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T15:49:19.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>season 2?</title><content type='html'>before reading on, check &lt;a href="http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/sa-pag-ulan.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baliw ka ah! bakit mo ako sinaksak ng swiss knife. buti kamo mala peter petrelli ako at may cellular regeneration ability ako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tsk. tsk. malala na yan. ang oa mo naman. di naman kita sinaksak ng swiss knife eh. nag i-imagine ka na naman ng kung ano ano. nababaliw ka na ba?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sabi ko naman sayo, i'm mentally deranged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oo nga pala. kalalabas mo nga lang pala sa mental. bwahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wuteva!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;**one message received**&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uy, may nagmamahal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bwahahahahaha. pre, alam ko ng problema mo. tamang tama 'tong naforward na text sa akin. hindi ka philophobic, di ka din torpe.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh ano na naman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isa kang ma-pride na tao!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huwaaaaat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;basahin mo 'tong txt....&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;    "implications of a terrible disease called pride....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      - you always don't want to be the first one to do the step to be with someone&lt;br /&gt;      - you always try to hide your feelings&lt;br /&gt;      - you don't want others to know that you're hurt&lt;br /&gt;      - you're afraid of telling someone he/she is special&lt;br /&gt;      - you're afraid of losing someone but is afraid to show it&lt;br /&gt;      - you're afraid to love someone whom you think can't love you back&lt;br /&gt;      - you're so aware of what others think that you can't do what you want&lt;br /&gt;      - you're not happy&lt;br /&gt;      - in the end, you lose everything without even trying to have it"&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sapul na sapul ka tsong! bwahahahahaha. para kang nilagyan ng target tapos na-bullseye ka. bwahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well! excuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssse me, princess! hindi ako ma-pride. ma-surf ako. it has active cleansing agent para ang labada'y sobrang linis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aysusmaryaabadginuo! ang korni mo pre. malala na yang sakit mo. you need help dude, and you need it fast.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"seriously, ma-pride nga ba ako?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-1467071156988537182?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/1467071156988537182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=1467071156988537182&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/1467071156988537182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/1467071156988537182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/season-2.html' title='season 2?'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-8627473240121894102</id><published>2007-11-06T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T14:26:34.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sa pag ulan</title><content type='html'>note: read &lt;a href="http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/peppermint-mocha-tea.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; first before continuing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang lakas ng ulan. may payong ka bang dala? paano ka uuwi?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wala. mukha ba akong nagdadala ng payong. haaay. sa lahat ng ayaw ko eh pag umuulan eh. ok lang sana pag nasa bahay ka. masarap matulog. masarap magpahinga. pero pag ganitong nasa labas. problema."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dami mo namang sinabi. tinanong ko lang naman kung may dala kang payong saka kung paano ka uuwi eh.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tsk. gusto kong mag emote eh. bakit ba. wala akong dalang payong. saka baka mag taxi na lang ako mamaya. sabay ka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sige. para libre. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"susmaryaabadginoo naman. o siya siya. pero... hintayin mo na lang ako dito.. may pupuntahan muna ako saglit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ha? saan ka naman pupunta?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"diyan lang. may kikitain lang ako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;***** sa isang tabi ******&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ei. sensya na sa abala ah. may gusto lang akong sabihin kaya nakipagkita ako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehe. ayos lang un. ano ung sasabihin mo? parang seryoso ah. baka naman kelangan ko ng tissue or ng bimpo niyan ah.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha. hindi naman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sige. shoot.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wala lang. i just wanted you to know that i really like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**NAPAISIP : nakampucha. english na naman yun ah. derecho pa. kaso... ang corny naman.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow. thanks. pero....&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pero?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i already like someone else. in fact, hinihintay nga niya ako ngayon diyan sa may kanto eh&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ah ganun ba. hehe. ok lang. sensya na sa abala ah. ingat na lang pauwi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**NAPAISIP ULIT:  !@#$%^&amp;amp;*()  yun!  may dala akong  swiss knife. saksakin ko kaya?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;***** sa starbucks ******&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o, saan ka nanggaling?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sa may tabi. ni-meet ko siya. sinabi ko na din sa kanya na gusto ko siya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whoa! anong nangyari. kwento kwento. dali.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"too little too late. hehe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awwwwwwww. wawa ka naman. may dala akong swiss knife, gusto mo sirain na natin buhay nila?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha. huwag na. nasira ko na buhay nila. pwede naman kitang kunin lawyer di ba? sabihin mo na lang sa court mentally deranged ako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nakngtokwa. haha! sige. akong bahala sayo. pero ok lang yan. it was really not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yup. it was really not meant to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nakahanap pala ako ng payong. kinuha ko dun sa mamang pulubi. binigyan ko na lang siya ng pambili ng yosi.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nakampucha! kinawawa mo naman yung tao. sige, share tayo. ayaw ko ng mabasa ng ulan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha. sige. libre mo naman ako sa taxi eh.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bwiset."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teka, paano mo pala na-arrange na mag meet kayo?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"telepathy my dear friend. telepathy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**KUMUHA NG SWISS KNIFE: **tsigh** sinaksak**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-8627473240121894102?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/8627473240121894102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=8627473240121894102&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8627473240121894102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8627473240121894102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/sa-pag-ulan.html' title='sa pag ulan'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-1703516888136104544</id><published>2007-11-06T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:49:57.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking out loud: short? shorter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NOTE: this post is nonsense. it's just me thinking out loud. if you're busy i suggest stop reading now. you might get irritated or something. in any case, you can also help me decide. or you can just knock some sense in to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been two plus years. yup. it's been more than two years since i last saw myself having a short, well shorter haircut. wala lang. i've just been thinking lately of having a haircut. a shorter haircut. para naman maiba. pero.. yup. may pero. kelangan ng pero. i don't want to have that "tsk. bakit pa ako nagpagupit" feeling. sheez. pathetic, ain't i?&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/30420755-1703516888136104544?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/1703516888136104544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=1703516888136104544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/1703516888136104544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/1703516888136104544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/11/thinking-out-loud-short-shorter.html' title='thinking out loud: short? shorter?'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-2153242323173688784</id><published>2007-10-31T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:10:49.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peppermint mocha tea</title><content type='html'>read &lt;a href="http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/philophobic.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"one peppermint mocha tea for...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ei.. i think that's mine.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wtf! kelan pa nagkaroon ng peppermint moccha tea dito sa starbucks? saka.. anong lasa nun?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ngayon lang. special ako eh. hehe. ingget ka? papatikman na lang kita mamaya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lufet! kelan ka pa naging special? ah sabagay. mentally challenged ka nga pala. kaya ka siguro special. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha! was that supposed to be a joke! naks. derechong ingles un. kaya mo un? btw, ano nga pala ung sinasabi mo bago tayo mag order?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're a philophobic.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"philodophophilic? what the."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mentally challenged ka talaga. philophobic. you're just afraid of love/intimacy or you're just afraid of falling in love. pero i can understand.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ha! di ako ganun. i know di ako ganun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever. so why not make a move? oh, i forgot. you don't know her. and you just want things the way it is. blah blah blah. make a move or do nothing at all. the get to know part will come after.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"easy for you to say. you're a girl. err. girl ka naman talaga di ba?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tatadyakan na kita.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha. joke lang. you may be right. pero like i said, that's easy for you to say. you're a..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*toot-tooot. toot-tooot*one message received*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uuuuy.. may nagmamahal. hehe. may ka-txt.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"galing sa kanya. forwarded message. haaay. paano kaya pag nagreply ako na 'i like you and i mean it.' ano kayang sasabihin nun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corny mo naman. through text. maganda pag personal. di maniniwala sayo yan pag sa txt mo sinabi. saka, kaya mo bang sabihin un?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hala. umuulan."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-2153242323173688784?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/2153242323173688784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=2153242323173688784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/2153242323173688784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/2153242323173688784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/peppermint-mocha-tea.html' title='peppermint mocha tea'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-2608538940701632433</id><published>2007-10-30T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:20:52.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>philophobic</title><content type='html'>try reading &lt;a href="http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/san-mig-strong-ice.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; first before continuing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sheez. ang gulo mo naman eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bakit&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kasi sabi mo magbigay ako ng malupit na hirit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o? diba nagbigay naman ako?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oo nga. wala naman explanation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha. mag-gets na niya dapat yun&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starbucks? medyo nahilo ako dun sa ininum natin eh. hehe. buti sana kung hahatid mo akong pauwi.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh? bakit kita hahatid. ikaw 'tong may sasakyan eh. pero sige, starbucks. libre mo ako ah. kaw nagyaya eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sige sige. wala na naman akong magagawa eh.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good evening sir, ma'am. i'm inday. can i take your order?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anong gusto mo?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tea. i like tea. hmmmm. tea. sarap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sheez. may topak ka na naman. anyways, may naisip ako.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ano un? baka corny na joke yan. huwag mo na lang sabihin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nope. dude.. i think kaya di ka makapag make ng move is not because you're torpe or anything. it's because you're a philophobic.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-2608538940701632433?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/2608538940701632433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=2608538940701632433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/2608538940701632433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/2608538940701632433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/philophobic.html' title='philophobic'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-4170121922112302035</id><published>2007-10-24T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:58:23.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you have stolen my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MbHLPBTXzzA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MbHLPBTXzzA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you watch the season pull up its own stage&lt;br /&gt;and catch the last weekend&lt;br /&gt;of the last week&lt;br /&gt;before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced&lt;br /&gt;another sun soaked season&lt;br /&gt;fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invitation only, grand farewells&lt;br /&gt;crash the best one&lt;br /&gt;of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;clear liquor and&lt;br /&gt;cloudy eye&lt;br /&gt;too early to say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from the bottom flow, we are in celebration&lt;br /&gt;one good stretch before our hibernation&lt;br /&gt;our dreams are sure&lt;br /&gt;all we all will sleep well&lt;br /&gt;we'll sleep well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watch you spin around&lt;br /&gt;in the highest heels&lt;br /&gt;you are the best one&lt;br /&gt;of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;we all look like we feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-4170121922112302035?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/4170121922112302035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=4170121922112302035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/4170121922112302035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/4170121922112302035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-have-stolen-my-heart.html' title='you have stolen my heart'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-6636791540508219494</id><published>2007-10-23T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:07:59.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaboom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;still on the glorietta incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a politician nor a bomb expert. i'm not a member of the csi team also. but, i do have common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, it was really a bomb and the government really has something to do with it. and a lot of articles, blog post is really comparing the incident to what happened before Marcos declared martial law. so, is this just a plan by the administration? i think it is. why? i think they did this because of two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to divert the attention of the people. arroyo's credibility was the main talk of the town before the incident. the talk about the 500k given to the government officials, the hello garci, and the zte broadband scandal was really hurting our dear president's (i really wished i have just assassinated her during her speech on our graduation.) reputation. so what better way to avoid the bombardment of issues? kill 9 innocent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. just like what i've said, a lot of articles and blog posts are comparing the recent incident to the bomb incidents that happened before Marcos declared martial law. deja vu? could be. GMA is a sick, retarted, power hungry, f*cking bitch (hey! sorry for the rude descriptions. just using the power of right to speak.. err write). she will do anything for power and to stay as president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the freakin' killer. the pnp first declared that traces of RDX (active ingredient for C4) was found on the site. then they said that Raja Solaiman(correct me if my spelling or my statement is wrong) was the terrorist group behind the explosion. nobody believed them. now, they're saying that it wasn't a bomb explosion but an accident caused by some methane gas and diesel fumes. and now, they are pointing their fingers on the ayala land for the incident. sheez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, plan A first tell the people that it was a bomb caused by some terrorist group. if plan A doesn't work, move to plan B. plan B is blame some faulty architectural design. and if ever plan B doesn't work as well, move to plan C. plan C - go back to the bomb incident and declare martial law. absolute power to our president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's your take on this one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-6636791540508219494?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/6636791540508219494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=6636791540508219494&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/6636791540508219494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/6636791540508219494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/kaboom.html' title='kaboom'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-8816243053119582235</id><published>2007-10-22T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:58:37.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who are you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tell me who are you i just want to know&lt;br /&gt;it's not that difficult just show me who you are&lt;br /&gt;i just want to fall for you but i don't know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you the one&lt;br /&gt;will you be there through it all&lt;br /&gt;will you catch me when i fall for you&lt;br /&gt;will you be the one to grow old with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me who are you i just want to know&lt;br /&gt;it's not that difficult just show me who you are&lt;br /&gt;i just want to fall for you but i don't know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't walk away don't turn your back&lt;br /&gt;i can take it slow i can wait for you&lt;br /&gt;just tell me who are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to know you&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/30420755-8816243053119582235?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/8816243053119582235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=8816243053119582235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8816243053119582235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8816243053119582235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-are-you.html' title='who are you'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-1880807139716321024</id><published>2007-10-22T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:38:31.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10.20.83</title><content type='html'>first of all, thanks for all the greetings... for the birthday cards... for the surprise cake... thanks... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how was it? how was the year that was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was an emotional roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lost the girl that i thought i'll be growing old with. but, i've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lost 2 of my family members(my lolo's(mother side) brother and sister)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were also events that really went out of control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, all in all... it was a great year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i matured a little. i think i'm a little bit more responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;positive thoughts to the coming year. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-1880807139716321024?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/1880807139716321024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=1880807139716321024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/1880807139716321024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/1880807139716321024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/102083.html' title='10.20.83'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-6252220500380578434</id><published>2007-10-18T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:01:48.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>san mig strong ice</title><content type='html'>note: try reading &lt;a href="http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/san-mig-light.html"&gt;san mig light&lt;/a&gt; first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"anyways pre, bakit di mo pa kasi siya ligawan? baka nga maunahan ka niyan. kaw din."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"di ko pa siya kilala eh. i like her based on what i see now. eh baka pag nakilala ko na siya ng husto eh madiscover ko na may psychiatric disorder pala siya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sama. psychiatric disorder. ang bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kaya for now, let's just keep things the way it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh paano pag naunahan ka? baka magsisi ka. nasa huli ang pagsisi tsong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if it's meant to be. it's meant to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kaw din. nagpapaalala lang. or, bigyan mo na lang kaya ng isang matinding hirit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"matinding hirit? like? sige, since you're a girl, ano ba ang matinding hirit para sayo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ewan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tsk. sabi na eh. dati ka talagang lalaki nagpaconvert ka lang. bading."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gagu! siyempre depende naman sa tao yan kung ano ung matinding hirit para sa kanila eh. pwede mong sabihin na... 'you know what, you're like a guardian angel sent by heaven'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"guardian angel? saan naman nanggaling yun???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ewan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ano ba yan, may tama ka na talaga yata."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hehe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"o siya, bill out na tayo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-6252220500380578434?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/6252220500380578434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=6252220500380578434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/6252220500380578434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/6252220500380578434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/san-mig-strong-ice.html' title='san mig strong ice'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-5047422251221005055</id><published>2007-10-17T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T14:03:22.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>san mig light</title><content type='html'>"pre, alam ko na kung bakit crush ko siya.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh? bakit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"actually, hindi ko lang siya crush. i really like her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh bakit nga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ewan ko. basta ganun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lasing ka na? kakasabi mo nga lang ng alam mo na kung bakit mo siya type eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"basta ganun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh bakit di mo pa ligawan? baka maunahan ka niyan. kaw din. ok ka naman eh. i mean, you're a good catch naman eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tinaas ang isang kilay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dude. are you gay? kinikilabutan ako sa sinabi mo eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gagu. sinasabi ko lang naman un as your friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whatever. isa ka pa? miss, san mig light pa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pero pre... lagi ka namang inlab sa iba eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dude. bading ka yata eh? pakinggan mo nga yang mga sinasabi mo. brokeback."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gagu. sinasabi ko lang naman un eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wala na pong lights. strong ice na lang."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-5047422251221005055?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/5047422251221005055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=5047422251221005055&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/5047422251221005055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/5047422251221005055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/san-mig-light.html' title='san mig light'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-7814488977847486547</id><published>2007-10-16T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:06:30.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pahingi ng baon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pssst.... nami-miss niyo ba ung school days niyo? ung mga times na wala lang tayong gagawin kung hindi magaral para sa exams and humingi ng baon. anong mas nami-miss niyo? highschool or college? alin dun ang mas masaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaaaay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may times na ok na may work na. may times din na mas gusto ko pang bumalik ng college. fickle minded. pag may problema sa work gustong bumalik ng school. gusto na lang magaral. pag dating naman ng sweldo, nakakalimutan na ang problema sa trabaho. sheez. ano bang meron noon na wala ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- exams. walang exams ngayon. meron SIRs.&lt;br /&gt;-- social life. bihira na lang gumimik. ninanamnam ang mga araw na nakakauwi ng 6:01.&lt;br /&gt;-- baon. makapal ang mukha pag humihingi ng pera kay ermat/erpat. ngayon kuripot dahil sariling pera na ang ginagastos.&lt;br /&gt;-- lovelife. ayaw ko ng magsalita. baka may humirit pa sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isip pa kayo. welcome ang additional ideas.&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/30420755-7814488977847486547?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/7814488977847486547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=7814488977847486547&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/7814488977847486547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/7814488977847486547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/pahingi-ng-baon.html' title='pahingi ng baon'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-8512933412711278538</id><published>2007-10-16T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T10:23:35.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you hearing this?</title><content type='html'>the red jumpsuit apparatus - your guardian angel&lt;br /&gt;"i will never let you fall. i'll stand up with you forever. i'll be there for you through it all. even if saving you sends me to heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifehouse - everything&lt;br /&gt;"cause you're all i want. you're everything. and how can i stand here with you and not be moved by you. would you tell me how could it be any better than this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nickelback - far away&lt;br /&gt;"on my knees, i'll ask last chance for one last dance. cause with you, i'd withstand all of hell to hold your hand. i'd give it all, i'd give for us. give anything but won't give up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butch walker - don't move&lt;br /&gt;"if i just could get your attention, i'd never let it go until you've felt what i'm gonna say... so don't move at all. you're about to break my fall. stay where you are. staring at the stars. don't ever move."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifehouse - take me away&lt;br /&gt;"this time all i want is you. there is no one else who can take your place. i've seen enough and it's never enough. it keeps leaving me needing you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-8512933412711278538?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/8512933412711278538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=8512933412711278538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8512933412711278538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8512933412711278538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/are-you-hearing-this.html' title='are you hearing this?'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-4113164363290701159</id><published>2007-10-15T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T16:26:28.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>segundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ever been late? or i asked the wrong question? ever been on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say time is gold. time is money. time is the only thing you can not take back once gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny isn't it. how we're always on time when it comes to office meetings. but we're almost always late during family reunions. and how we always try to be punctual when meeting a client but doesn't even mind when we're going to meet someone special in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why so serious, you may ask? i don't like being late. i always try to be punctual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, most of the time, i waste my time thinking too much. i think and think and when i'm about to make a decision, it's just too little too late. sad. it's just sad.&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/30420755-4113164363290701159?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/4113164363290701159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=4113164363290701159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/4113164363290701159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/4113164363290701159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/segundo.html' title='segundo'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-3685604953315394988</id><published>2007-10-11T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:24:12.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggernovela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've been meaning to do this for some time now. since uso naman ang telenovela, why not make a bloggernovela. ha! i'm now shifting career. i'll just be a novelist, or something like that. anyways, you can't have a bloggernovela without a catchy title. it should be something people wouldn't forget. something that will draw people's attention. something like... something like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sa isawan at tuhog tuhog ni mang pepoy sa u.p."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best! how's that for a title!?!? hehe. moving on. a good bloggernovela should also have great casts. each having different roles and characteristics that the readers will, well, laugh at? well, i don't know. they should just have characteristics that the readers will relate to. or so i think. anyways, here are the characters for the bloggernovela:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Alejandro Dela Morales De Vega as Boy&lt;br /&gt;  -- the main protagonist of the story. the leading man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma. Isabelle Christina Segunda as Girl&lt;br /&gt;  -- the leading lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Frank Anthony English as Mang Pepoy&lt;br /&gt;  -- i don't know his role in the story. i just felt i have to include a mang pepoy character since the title is "sa isawan at tuhog tuhog ni mang pepoy sa u.p."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of writing the bloggernovela in a unique way. more on a conversation type. gets? anyways, feel free to throw in some ideas for the story. if you want, you can also add some characters. that's all for now.&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/30420755-3685604953315394988?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/3685604953315394988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=3685604953315394988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/3685604953315394988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/3685604953315394988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/bloggernovela.html' title='bloggernovela'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-6539538300520868073</id><published>2007-10-10T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:36:25.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pssst... yes you... crush kita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;how do you tell someone that you like her/him? sheez. pang highschool na post ah. anyways, so how do you really tell someone that you like her/him? do you do the buddy style gimik, or the psst. crush kita approach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. pssst. crush kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the direct, yet, not so direct approach. eto ung tipong pabiro na approach. tipong hihiritan mo siya kunwari ng ganun na para sa kanya eh biro lang pero para sayo eh totoo na pala. at least you told her how you feel, un nga lang, she didn't took it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. pre, pasabi naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the tsope style of approach. this is were you ask someone (probably the person's best friend or ka-tropa)  to tell the person you like that you like him/her. usually used by those shy type individuals. one problem though, paano pag ung hiningan mo ng favor eh may crush pala sayo. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. uy, crush ka ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; eto ung tipong sasabihin mo na alam mo na meron may type sa kanya pero di mo sasabihin kung sino. heck, ikaw un eh. you'll just leave the person hanging and wondering kung sino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4a. code name: macho man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this is were you give a hint to the one you like by leaving some flowers on her office desk or chocolates pero you won't write your name. instead, you'll leave a code name that only you two would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4b. code name: macho man version 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the first version, this is were you give a hint to the one you like. but, there's no secret code names. totally anonymous. totally mysterious. kawawa ka na nga lang pag naiinlove na ung type mo dun sa mystery man tapos biglang may umagaw ng eksena mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  i like you. and i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; nuff said. this style of approach is were you really tell someone directly how you feel. wala ng paligoy-ligoy pa. go! go! go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. idea ni blue palito ung item 4.&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/30420755-6539538300520868073?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/6539538300520868073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=6539538300520868073&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/6539538300520868073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/6539538300520868073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/10/pssst-yes-you-crush-kita.html' title='pssst... yes you... crush kita...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-3943939063736903753</id><published>2007-09-19T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:45:25.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>single?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;so bakit ka pa nga single? nope, i'm not asking myself if you're going to ask that. isang katuwaan at hindi kelangan seryosohing post lamang po 'to. so, single ka ba dahil....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;10. i have a general for a dad and a colonel for a mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;      -- you're the "strict kasi parents ko eh" type.. you eat like a cadet(ano na ulit tawag dun sa way ng pagkain ng mga sundalo? square something? basta un) . you support a crew cut hairdo. stomach in chest out ka parati. salute instead na mano ang ginagawa mo everytime na aalis or dadating ka ng bahay. you have a 6:00p.m. curfew. you can be or possibly become a 40 year old virgin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;9. i'm a supermodel and you know what i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    -- ikaw yung "i love myself and myself alone" or ung "God, why am I so gorgeous?". you're the type who thinks you are better than anyone else. you think na walang babagay sayo kasi, well simply put you think you are too good to be true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;8. i need someone like wonder woman/superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    -- you're the type who wants all of your preferences to be met by someone. kung baga, dapat lahat ng nasa checklists naka check! you really are going to be single for a long time if you're still looking for the sporty, gorgeous, medyo mataray/mysterious, na so down to earth, and very sexy/macho na dream girl/boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;7. the timing is not yet perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    -- hmm.. i think ikaw ung tipong you want everything in your life straighten out first. tipong before you fall in love you need something para may mapagmalaki muna.. parang ganun.. tipong bago kita ligawan kelangan maging academic scholar muna ako kasi academic scholar ka.. or am i wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;6. the ultimate fling, the ultimate substitute person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    -- you're the type who doesn't really want to be committed to someone. ika nga.. for fun lang.. for the s*x lang.. or you can also be the one who's contented being a substitute person.. tipong mas gusto mong maging kabit.. when does a wife becomes a mistress and when does a mistress becomes a wife.. wtf?! paano nasingit un??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5. i believe in destiny. got to believe in magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    -- you just sit there and wait for destiny/fate to do it's magic. well, baka uugod ugod ka na eh naghihintay ka pa din. or haven't you heard the saying "nasa Diyos ang awa, nasa tao ang gawa", may connect ba? don't just sit there mate, pick your butt up and look for love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4. i'm busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    -- nuff said. you're just too busy. either with your studies or with your work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3. i like you only as a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    -- you feel like everyone is just a friend. or you're the type na kahit sobrang love mo na ung tao eh, you still think na "hindi pwede eh. tropa yan eh". or you can also think na "i'd rather see her/him happy with another person that ruin or friendship". dude, sometimes the greatest love starts from friendship. nakampucha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2. living in the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   -- you still love your ex more than anyone in the world kahit na 10 years ago pa kayo nag break. sheez. move on dude. there's a saying... "when God asks you to put something down, it only means He wants you to pick up something greater". kaya stop looking at old photos, stop smelling the clothes he/she left at your place(which i think is very disturbing if someone really does this), and stop crying and thinking what could have been if you're still together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. the pain is still fresh even after 50 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   -- you just don't want to fall in love anymore. traumatized because of what happened with your past relationships. afraid of getting hurt again, afraid of having a broken heart. wtf!? magmumukmok ka na lang ba? sheez. grow up dude. grow up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*based on an email sent to me by a college friend. ni-modify ko lang ng kaunti, added some few items and phrases. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-3943939063736903753?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/3943939063736903753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=3943939063736903753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/3943939063736903753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/3943939063736903753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/09/single.html' title='single?'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-2861825759185429078</id><published>2007-07-20T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:44:01.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vacany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/RqAd0alm_sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LAZMsgm8mVM/s1600-h/vacancypostermedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/RqAd0alm_sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LAZMsgm8mVM/s320/vacancypostermedium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089100365256130242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;vacancy ... a nice suspense/horror movie to watch. i really thought it was boring but it turned out to be good. the story was actually good and the fact that kate beckinsale is there is an added factor. damn she's hot. the only drawback was the ending. *warning: spoiler alert*. damn, i mean... damn!!! it was nice all through out, then we saw the ending. imagine this, luke wilson has already been stabbed, then he crawled and died. come morning, after kate killed all the villains, she finds out that luke is still alive. wtf! a massive blood lost should have really ended that guy's life. anyways, overall it's a B+ movie for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-2861825759185429078?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/2861825759185429078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=2861825759185429078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/2861825759185429078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/2861825759185429078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/07/vacany.html' title='vacany'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/RqAd0alm_sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LAZMsgm8mVM/s72-c/vacancypostermedium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-8515624417161005858</id><published>2007-07-18T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T08:44:49.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you think you can</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the difference between impossible and accomplished is in what you think. when you think you can, you will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes, there may be big obstacles standing in your path. still, when you think you can, you'll find a way over them, under them, or through those obstacles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if you're having trouble believing that you can accomplish some particular goal, break it into smaller, more believable steps. once you see yourself in action, your confidence and belief will surely grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;decide that you can make a tiny difference. when you think you can, you'll find a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;once you've made a tiny difference, you'll find yourself knowing that you can do a little bit more and make a small difference. then you can work your way up to making a medium difference, a large difference, and then an enormous positive difference in your world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;choose to think that you can do it. and you'll see how great you are at figuring out a way to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ralph marston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impossible is nothing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-8515624417161005858?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/8515624417161005858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=8515624417161005858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8515624417161005858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8515624417161005858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-you-think-you-can.html' title='when you think you can'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-8930250864594891791</id><published>2007-07-10T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:08:24.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>defining the four letter word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"this is love ... when you think of your past love, you may view it as a failure. but when you find a new love, you view the past as a teacher. in the game of love, it doesn't really matter who won or last. what is important is you know when to hold on and when to let go. you know you really love someone when you want him/her to be happy, even if their happiness means that you're not part of it. everything happens for the best. if the person you love doesn't love you, don't be afraid to love someone else again for you'll never know unless you give it a try. you'll never learn to love a person unless you risk for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love strives and hurt you. if you don't get hurt, you don't learn how to love. love doesn't hurt all the time. though the hurting is still there to test you, helping you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't find love, let love find you. that's why it's called falling in love, because you don't force yourself to fall -- you just fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cannot finish a book without closing its chapters. if you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. it is a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering and growing. the greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go. we lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on falling out of love, take some time to heal and then go back to the horse. but don't ever make the mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to love is to risk rejection, to live is to risk dying. to hope is to risk failure, to reach for another is to risk involvement. to expose your feelings is to expose your true self and to love is to risk not to be loved in return. but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how to define love: fall but do not stumble, be constant but not too persistent, share but never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt but never keep the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is like a knife. it can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images into the soul that always last for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. it should inspire you and give you joy and strength. but sometimes the things that give you joy also hurt you in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;loving people means giving them the freedom to choose who they want to be and where they choose to be. for all the heartaches and tears, for the gloomy days and fruitless years, you should give thanks for knowing that there were things that helped you grow. loving someone means giving him the freedom to find his way, whether it leads towards you or away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;love is a painful risk to take but the risk must be taken no matter what, how scary or painful, for only then you'll experience the fullness of humanity and that is love. only love can hurt your heart. fill you with desire and tear you apart. only love can make you cry and only love knows why. if you're not ready to cry, if you're not ready to take the risk, if you're not ready to feel the pain, then you're not ready to fall in love. there was a time in our lives when we become afraid to fall in love, cause every time we do, we get hurt and it takes time to mend the heart. when you decide to fall, allow it to grow and when you promised to love, never let it die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you know, i am once confused about love, but then after some time, i realized the real meaning of love and now i can say that  it is really a very mysterious thing. you see, if you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle to yourself. there is nothing wrong with you; love just didn't choose to rest in the other person's heart. if you find someone else in love with you and you don't love him/her, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. do not take advantage, do not cause the pain. how you deal with love is how you deal with another, and if someone falls in love with you, then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim or assess blame, let it go. there is a reason and there is a meaning. you'll know in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you cannot choose love, but love chooses you. all you can do is accept it for all its mysteries when it comes into your life. feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away, give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. give it to the world around you in anyway you can. that is where many lovers go wrong. being mean so long without love, they understand only love as need. they see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love and the begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them. the first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as a need. they cease to be someone who generates love and instead become someone who seeks love. they forgot that the secret of love is that it is a gift and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;remember this and keep it in your heart. love has its own time, its own seasons and its own reason for coming and going. you cannot bribe it neither coerce it nor reason it into staying. you can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. but if it chooses to leave from your heart or from your lover's heart, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do. love always has been always will be a mystery. be glad it came to live for a moment in your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- author unkown&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/30420755-8930250864594891791?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/8930250864594891791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=8930250864594891791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8930250864594891791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8930250864594891791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-love.html' title='defining the four letter word'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-9029106168833957988</id><published>2007-05-17T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:35:30.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just because you can</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"This day is not happening to you. It is happening through you. The way you see the world does not merely affect what you think and feel about all that is going on. The way you see the world determines how the world would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your thoughts are not just momentary flashes that disappear once you are finished with them. They are powerful forces that give energy and direction to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The events and situations that come your way are not just random occurrences. There is a reason why you have put yourself in a position to experience them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The things that are possible are the things that you imagine and expect to be possible. Raise your imagination and your expectations to new levels, and the world follows right along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This day is happening becuase you are here to live it. Make it truly grand exquisitely beautiful, just because you can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                                                        -- Ralph Marson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-9029106168833957988?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/9029106168833957988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=9029106168833957988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/9029106168833957988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/9029106168833957988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-because-you-can.html' title='just because you can'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-8204249108695045017</id><published>2007-05-16T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:35:35.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sheez, who would have thought that watching a sticom would make me think about my life.. well, it did.. i was watching "how i met your mother"(i'll post a seperate article for this one.. soon.... i hope), and some of their lines made me think... a few of them are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"life's full of mistakes, but the greatest mistake is not taking a chance of doing something and knowing if it is a mistake or not, we would never know if it is a mistake if we didn't try"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is somehow similar to the quote "life is full of risks, but the greatest risk is not taking any risks"... yet both of them are true... sometimes we really are just afraid of making mistakes, of taking risks... we are too careful in our life that sometimes we don't enjoy it... we let the good things pass us by because we are just too afraid to try.. we didn't even know if the things we never tried will be good or bad for us.. regrets will always be in the end of our decisions... but, that is life... we can never be too reckless nor we can never be too careful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"if we always think about what should we do in our life, we may never have the opportunity to do what we think we should do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so... we should never think too much? i don't know. let me think..... hmmm..... still thinking..... again, still thinking.... seriously... i think it really depends on the situation or how we should handle it... maybe we should think things through... maybe we should just grab on the risks and know if what we did is a mistake or not... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyways... these are just my opinions and interpretation for the quotes... you may add one if you want... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-8204249108695045017?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/8204249108695045017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=8204249108695045017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8204249108695045017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/8204249108695045017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/05/mistakes.html' title='mistakes'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-5451070097242001804</id><published>2007-05-12T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:53:51.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for yet another second ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've been reading my old posts in my blog, and this particular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-every-second.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of mine strikes me in the head. i'll just paste the quote here from that posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As we grow up we learn that even the person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down, probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it feels when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt becuase every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't remember where i got this quote. i just felt like saving it. yet, why does it feels different reading it now? last time i've read it, it made me smile in an instant. now, it just doesn't. why can't i cheer up? maybe because of the things that happened to me? a lot of sad things happened. when it rains it pours they say, and it did for me this year. it really poured hard. though for now, "bisa naku talagang muli".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;* can't understand the quoted phrase? don't bother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-5451070097242001804?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/5451070097242001804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=5451070097242001804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/5451070097242001804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/5451070097242001804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-yet-another-second.html' title='for yet another second ...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115891389002683029</id><published>2006-09-22T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:31:30.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old age</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1122/574/1600/Image%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1122/574/320/Image%28009%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;would you believe na ako yan nung musmos pa lang ako?? ang hirap paniwalaan di ba?  hindi ko din alam kung ilan taon na ako niyan.. and di ko din matandaan nung kinunan ako ng picture diyan.. malamang.. musmos pa lang ako nun eh.. wala pang isip.. wala pang kamalay malay sa mundo.. hehe.. ang bilis lumipas ng panahon.. ang bilis ng oras... mag be-bente tres na ako sa susunod na buwan.. ang dami na ding nangyari sa buhay ko.. parang kailan lang at nagtatago pa ako sa drum ng tubig pag ayaw kong pumasok sa skwela.. parang kahapon lang nung tinatago ko pa yung sapatos ko na pamasok para kunwari ay nawala , para di ako papasukin sa school.. hehe.. haaay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ang sarap nung buhay nung bata pa... walang masyadong problema.. walang masyadong iniisip kung hindi kung ano ang susunod na lalaruin or paglalaruan.. mabilis talagang lumipas ang panahon.. kaya nga enjoy your life to the fullest di ba? and value the things you have.. kasi di mo alam kung kelan sayo mawawala ang mga bagay na yun.. &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/30420755-115891389002683029?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115891389002683029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115891389002683029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115891389002683029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115891389002683029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/09/old-age.html' title='old age'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115793412591382093</id><published>2006-09-11T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T08:22:05.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>antok</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tapos na naman ang long weekend ko... bitin... soooobrang bitin.. di man ako nakatulog ng matagal.. yun pa naman din ang gusto kong gawin pag walang pasok.. matulog.. ng matulog... ng matulog... ang bilis ng oras... sana pag walang pasok bumabagal ang oras.. tapos pag may pasok yung normanl na bilis lang.. hehe... gusto ko ulit magbakasyon.. gusto ko pang matulog... inaantok pa din ako.. kahit yata 8 hours na derechong tulog kulang pa din.. aantukin pa din ako.. pwede bang matulog tapos may sweldo? hehe.. sana pwede yung ganun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;kelan ba ulit ang holiday? sana gawin nilang long weekend ulit pag holiday.. tipong friday-monday walang pasok.. para di bitin.. ang tagal pa ng weekend.. sana pahabain nila yung weekend.. haaay.. you can't have best of both worlds ika nga.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;antok pa talga ako...&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/30420755-115793412591382093?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115752406894728737</id><published>2006-09-06T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T14:27:48.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me go by 3 doors down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One more kiss could be the best thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Or one more lie could be the worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And all these thoughts are never resting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And your not something I deserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; In my head there's only you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; This world falls on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; In this world there's real and make believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And this seems real to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And you love me but you don't know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And you love me but you don't know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So let me go, let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I dream ahead to what I hope for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I turn my back on loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; How can this love be a good thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I know what I'm going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; In my head there's only you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; This world falls on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; In this world there's real and make believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And this seems real to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And you love me but you don't know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And you love me but you don't know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So let me go, just let me go, let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And no matter how hard I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I can't escape these things inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I know, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But all the pieces fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You will be the only one who knows, who knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You  love me but you don't know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And you love me but you don't know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So let me go, just let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (you don't know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You love me but you don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You love me but you don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (you don't know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You love me but you don't  know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (you don't know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You love me but you don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You love me but you don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (you don't know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You love me but you don't  know me   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115752406894728737?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115752406894728737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115752406894728737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115752406894728737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115752406894728737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/09/let-me-go-by-3-doors-down.html' title='let me go by 3 doors down'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115744888456648948</id><published>2006-09-05T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T17:34:44.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alipin by shamrock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Di ko man maamin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ikaw ay mahalaga sa akin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Di ko man maisip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sa pagtulog ikaw ang panaginip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Malabo man ang aking pag-iisip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sana"y pakinggan mo ang sigaw nitong damdamin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ako"y alipin mo kahit hindi batid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Aaminin ko minsan ako"y manhid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sana at iyong nariring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sayong yakap ako"y nasasabik... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ayoko sa iba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sayoako ay hindi magsasawa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ano man ang iyong sabihin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Umasa ka ito ay diringgin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Madalas man na parang aso"t pusa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Giliw sa piling mo ako ay masaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ako"y alipin mo kahit hindi batid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Aaminin ko minsan ako"y manhid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sana at iyong nariring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sayong yakap ako"y nasasabik... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pilit mang abutin ang mga tala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Basta"t sa akin wag kang mawawala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ako"y alipin mo kahit hindi batid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Aaminin ko minsan ako"y manhid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sana ay iyong naririnig &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sayong yakap ako"y nasasabik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Pagkat ikaw lang ang nais makatabi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Malamig man o mainit ang gabi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Nais ko sana iparating na ikaw lamang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ang siyang aking iibigin  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115744888456648948?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115744888456648948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115744888456648948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115744888456648948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115744888456648948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/09/alipin-by-shamrock.html' title='alipin by shamrock'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115692064194491015</id><published>2006-08-30T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:50:41.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oo by updharmadown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;‘Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Naiiisip kita&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakali lang maisip mo ako&lt;br /&gt;‘Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa gabi inaasam makita kang muli&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nagtapos ang lahat sa di inaasahang pahanon&lt;br /&gt;At ngayon ako ay iyong iniwan&lt;br /&gt;Luhaan, sugatan, ‘di mapakinabangan&lt;br /&gt;Sana nagtanong ka lang&lt;br /&gt;Kung ‘di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y nagtanong ka lang&lt;br /&gt;Kung ‘di mo lang alam&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ako’y iyong nasaktan&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Kay tagal na panahon&lt;br /&gt;Ako’y nandirito pa rin hanggang ngayon para sa’yo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lumipas mga araw na ubod ng saya&lt;br /&gt;‘Di pa rin nagbabago ang aking pagsinta&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako’y nagkasala patawad na sana&lt;br /&gt;Puso kong pagal ngayon lang nagmahal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;‘Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ako’y iyong nasaktan&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman&lt;br /&gt;Puro s’ya na lang&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y ako naman&lt;br /&gt;‘Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ika’y minamasdan&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y iyong mamalayang hindi mo lang pala alam&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;‘Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Kahit tayo’y magkaibigan lang&lt;br /&gt;Napapaligaya lang sa tuwing nagkukulitan&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman&lt;br /&gt;Ako’y nandito lang&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Matalino ka naman&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kung ikaw at ako&lt;br /&gt;Ay tunay na bigo sa laro na ito&lt;br /&gt;Ay dapat bang sumuko&lt;br /&gt;Sana hindi ka lang pala aking nakilala&lt;br /&gt;Kung alam ko lang ako’y masasaktan ng ganito&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y nakinig na lang ako sa nanay ko&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;‘Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ako’y iyong nasaktan&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman&lt;br /&gt;Puro s’ya na lang&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y ako naman&lt;br /&gt;Isang kindat man lang&lt;br /&gt;‘Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;O, ika’y minamasdan&lt;br /&gt;Sana iyo’y mamalayang di mo lang pala alam&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Malas mo&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang natipuhan ko&lt;br /&gt;Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ako’y iyong nasaktan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115692064194491015?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115692064194491015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115692064194491015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115692064194491015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115692064194491015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/08/oo-by-updharmadown.html' title='Oo by updharmadown'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115691043491375271</id><published>2006-08-30T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:04:04.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile for the moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smile for the moments . . .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it would always pass you by . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smile for the fact that you're breathing, you will never know when you will stop . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smile that you can see, feel, and smell, others can't . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smile that you have someone beside you, it means you are not alone . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smile that you have friends, they will be there when you need them . . .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smile that you have enemies, they will teach you to be true . . .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smile when you see someone smiling, so you can also make others smile . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smile for the couple who passed you by holding hands . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smile for you have a partner in life . . .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smile because of your family, no matter who they are . . .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smile for you are being loved . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smile for the problems you have, they are new experiences to be gained . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;worry too much and you'll never know that life has already passed you by . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;value and enjoy your work, but never let it consume you . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just smile . . . it will help you  . . .&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/30420755-115691043491375271?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115691043491375271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115691043491375271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115691043491375271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115691043491375271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/08/smile-for-moments.html' title='smile for the moments'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115579555053374925</id><published>2006-08-17T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T14:19:10.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rigiding borlasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hello po ulit!!! i was planning to write a post about the movies click and miami vice.. kaso di ko pa masimulan.. daming kelangan gawin eh.. mag a-advertise na lang muna ako ngayon ah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my mom is currently addicted to her hobby of making some kikay accessories.. mainly bracelets, earrings and necklaces.. and ang tawag niya dun is *Rigiding Borlasting*.. at may theme song pa.. 'to the tune of  **nananantot - nantotnantot . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nananantot - nantotnantot (x10)**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  you can check out her work at this site &lt;a href="http://rigidingborlasting.multiply.com/"&gt;[[click here]]&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung may nagustuhan man kayo..paki sabi na lang sa akin.. she's selling it for cheap.. pwede din yata kayong magpa custom made... hehe.. oks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rigiding Borlasting.. pinsan ko yung nag come up sa name na to.. it's an ilocano word daw for borloloys or accessories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the nantot song... hehe.. the best 'to.. this was a lullaby by one of my cousin's aunts to her nephews daw.. and may dance step pa daw yan.. hehe.. lupet noh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115579555053374925?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115579555053374925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115579555053374925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115579555053374925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115579555053374925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/08/rigiding-borlasting.html' title='rigiding borlasting'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115458320635945170</id><published>2006-08-03T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:35:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>much has been said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ever got the feeling of being totally down??.. somehow like your heart is chained into a 100 ton steel block pulling it down.. and that no matter how you want to smile.. how much you smile.. you frown inside.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's like you're longing for something.. something new.. something that can really brighten up your day.. but at the back of your mind you know you'll never find it... and no matter what you do.. what you think.. what you hear.. it feels like it just keeps bringing you down....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and no matter who you are and what your personality is.... when this kind of feeling hits you.. you just couldn't escape it.. and all you want; all you wish for  is just for this day to end.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's like waking at the wrong side of the bed.. only much worst... and it effects everything you do.. everything around you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the funny part is.. you don't even know what causes this kind of feeling.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115458320635945170?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115458320635945170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115458320635945170&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115458320635945170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115458320635945170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/08/much-has-been-said.html' title='much has been said...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115373391716499616</id><published>2006-07-24T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:39:44.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do habang umuulan . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tagulan na naman! at may bagong bagyo pa ata.. sana mag declare naman sila ng walang pasok sa lahat ng pumapasok sa opisina bukod sa mga gubirmint adyensis.. kung nagkaganun man at walang pasok .. ito ang mga bagay na pwedeng gawin habang umuulan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;01. maligo sa ulan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       let your inner child out.. bring back the old memories nung kabataan mo pa lang.. yayain mo na din yung mga kasabayan/kalaro mo ng mga panahon na ikaw ay naliligo pa din sa ulan.. just remember to take a shower after para di magkasakit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;02. uminom ng mainit na kape, tsokolate / humigop ng mainint sa sabaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       masarap magpainit ng tiyan pag ganitong umuulan.. hep hep.. bawal ang alak.. baka kung ano pa ang mangyari.. dito na lang muna sa safe saka mas ok na way.. at habang umiinom/humihigot ng kung ano man.. tumitig ka na din sa may bintina at panoorin ang rain drops para.. para wala lang.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;03. mag senti!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;        mag senti.. bring back memories.. mag isip ng kung ano ano.. pagisipan ang lablyp.. ang buhay buhay.. ang nakaraan.. gawin mo to habang ginagawa yung sa number 03 para maging makulay naman ang iyong pagsesenti.. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;04. mag kantulog!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;         credit goes to efren for the term.. hep hep.. hindi yan bastos ah.. kain + tulog ang ibig daw sabihin niyan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;05. mag kantulog!!![other meaning]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;         ayos din na pampainit to.. makipag labing labing with your gelpren/buyprend.. siyempre malamig ang panahon pag tag ulan.. so kelangan mainit ang katawan.. it's scientifically proven na ang body natin is a good source of heat.. astig.. eh di gamitin.. don't let it go to waste.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;06. matulog na lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;         siyempre pag malamig ang panahon.. masarap matulog.. alam niyo na naman na mainit dito sa bansa natin eh.. kaya go! matulog na lang muna.. kaya din madaming nale-late pag may pasok eh.. kasi nitatatamad bumangon dahil masarap matulog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*listed above has no significant order.. kung ano lang yung pu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;masok sa isipan ko.. yun lang ang naisusulat ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115373391716499616?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115373391716499616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115373391716499616&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115373391716499616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115373391716499616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-to-do-habang-umuulan.html' title='things to do habang umuulan . . .'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115346333825121486</id><published>2006-07-21T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T14:28:58.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things To Do After Matinding Breakup (for men)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this post was based on &lt;a href="http://www.bluepalito.blogspot.com/"&gt;10 Things To Do After Matinding Breakup  ni blue_palito&lt;/a&gt;.  only,  pang guys naman to..  sinimulan ni  blue_palito sa kwento... halina't simulan din natin sa isang kwento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;malapit na kayong mag first month ng iyong uber sexy at uber ganda na girlfriend.. pero you feel uncomfortable in a way.. feeling mo may ginagawa siyang kalokohan.. OMG.. nag t-two time ba siya?? o shit! tibo kaya siya?!?! f*ck!! isa pa lang siyang resulta ng siyensa at dati pala siyang kalahi(tol, pakamatay ka na pag nangyari sayo to!)?? so, to make things clear and para matanggal na ang bugwit sa iyong dibdib.. binisita mo siya sa kanyang condo sa fort bonifacio.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; pag dating mo dun.. you  hesitantly  press the doorbell.. "haneh?  nadyan ka ba?, perst mant-sare naten ngayun haneh"..  di niya sinagot ang pinto.. ang  naririnig mo lang sa kabilang side .. eh puro.. "say mah name  bebe".. at  walang katapusang  "oooooh.. aahh"...  o shit.. mas malala pa pala sa iniisp mo ang ginagawa niya..  and to think.. siya ang kauna-unahang mong gelpren after  80 years of living...what to do??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;10.  magpapainom daw si manny pacquiao!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;       tawagin ang iyong mga ka-tropa at kainuman at mga fellow sunog baga.. at ilulunod mo ang sarili mo sa red horse at san mig pale pilsen.. pumunta na din kayo sa classmates.. para may mag alis ng attention mo sa eks-gerlpren mo..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;9. mga katoto sabayan niyo ako sa inom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;      tutal libre mo naman ang uniman.. take the opportunity para ilabas ang sama ng loob mo sa mga kainuman mo.. alam mong hindi sila nakikinig sayo.. well, i-blackmail mo na lang.. pag walang makinig sayo.. walang red horse.. kahit na... "ayos lang yan pare, wala bang sisig?" eh ok na.. basta alam mong nakikisimpatya sila sayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8. huwag mo ng pahirapan pa ang sarili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;     tol.. huwag mo ng tanong sa sarili mo kung bakit niya nagawa yun.. papahirapan mo lang.. at baka matamaan pa ang ego mo at lalo kang masaktan at madown.. let it be na lang.. kung mayaman ka naman at madaling mamatay.. babalikan at babalikan ka din niya tsong.. yung nga lang.. be prepared to pay.. literally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;7. stop looking down at yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;      huwag mo ng isipin kung anong kulang mo.. tandaan mo.. nag kulang din siya.. kung ikaw kelangan mo pang gumamit ng viagra.. kelangan din naman niyang gumamit ng push-up bra! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6. no honey, spend money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;     wala ka ng partner tol.. ibig sabihin.. pwede ka na ulit mag tambay as malate.. at hintaying may mag offer sayo.. "buseng.. kam her.. weh hab mine beyitepool gerls"... pwede ding sa may circle, or sa may pegasus, or sa classmates.. or kung matinik ka.. kahit tumambay ka na lang sa high class na bar.. at mag offer ng drink sa isang sexy na babae dun.. "hay der! ken i opir yow a drenk?,  martene ples.. shikin.. nat, sterd".. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. sunog! sunog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    tol, to totally forget your ex.. isabay mo na yung mga pictures niya sa sinisiga ng nanay mo.. huwag nga lang yung mga mamahaling damit at alahas ah.. pwede mo pang i-benta yun.. or pwedeng pang porma para makahanap ka ng iba pang mama.. or, pwede mo ding ibigay sa iyong pinopormahan.. ayos! tipid sa regalo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4.. go! go! go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;      tama na muna ang pag g-gym.. ang pag d-diet.. break ka na lang din muna dun.. alam mo naman na na-miss mo ang bulalo at lechon sa peyborit mong restorant eh.. give yourself sometime to satisfy your needs pre.. and i mean any needs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3.  ilabas mo ang iyong talent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;     oo, tama.. ilabas mo ang iyong talent..!!! kumanta ka!!! sumulat ka!!! ... magpasikat ka sa buong mundo.. malay mo mapansin ka ng tsimay ng kapitbahay niyo.. magdrama at ikwento ang mala telenobela na buhay mo.. malay mo magkaroon ka pa ng awards galing sa FAMAS.. malay mo may maawa din sayo sa iyong pagaarte.. "oh, you poor guy.".. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2.  be a winner!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;      yup, be a champion in fact.. yung tipong isipin mo na nanalo kayo sa liga niyo, coming from a 0-3 standings.. put yourself together mate.. hindi pa katapusan ng mundo.. anything is possible.. impossible is nothing ika nga.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1.  i'm a hot papa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;      "with a *load* like this.. do not even speak to girls like you!".. be confident pare.. after mong maka recover.. it's time to look for a new life.. a new purpose.. panahon na para umibig muli at huwag matakot masaktan muli.. well, kung nasaktan ka man ulit, just read this post again, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s. this post is for entertainment purposes only, do not, i mean, DO NOT take this post seriously.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;       ok?  do not do the things written in here.. this is for laughs only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115346333825121486?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115346333825121486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115346333825121486&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115346333825121486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115346333825121486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/07/10-things-to-do-after-matinding.html' title='10 Things To Do After Matinding Breakup (for men)'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115337427027594905</id><published>2006-07-20T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T17:27:19.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to know..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there are many articles about the personality of different gender, mostly about guys and gals.. what people should know about the opposite gender.. well.. here are some few things to know about men..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. not all men are the same.&lt;br /&gt;         "men are all the same".. a common phrase most women say towards us men.. well girl, you are very wrong.. all men are different.. heck.. each person is different from the other.. we are unique.. there are some qualities/personalities that men might share similarly.. but that doesn't mean men can be generalize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. not all men think only about sex&lt;br /&gt;          some do.. some don't.. some think about it in the right time.. true.. we watch porn.. some even hire/pay someone to do it with them.. heck.. some even tries it out with a puppet/"manikin"/sex toys.. . but we are human.. we have needs.. just like some women do.. but do remember.. we also know how to love.. and wanted to be loved in return..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. not all men are playboys&lt;br /&gt;true, some really are.. but some aren't.. some are loyal 'til death even.. if women, wants their man to be loyal.. so do men.. there are men, who already has commitment but still flirts with other girls and even "two-time" with others.. but don't deny that there are no women.. who has already a partner but still entertains suitors.. and still flirt with other men..  we all have the capabalities to do this.. it's just a matter of choice if we want to or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. not all men are insensitive&lt;br /&gt;some girls complains that they're guy doens't even understand their needs. have you look it the other way around? maybe sometimes women are asking for too much. or maybe women keep asking for the same thing over and over again. look at both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. not all men are dense/slow&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know.. sometimes women already took the initiative to do things.. or to make things happens.. but there are just some guys who can not really do it.. they can.. they might be just afraid of not doing it well.. or are just embarass around other people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* this post is not to initiate any arguments.. its just some things to know.. if i have made some mistakes.. don't take it againts me, ok? i'm only human. feel free to comment it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115337427027594905?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115337427027594905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115337427027594905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115337427027594905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115337427027594905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-to-know.html' title='things to know..'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115266966192154599</id><published>2006-07-12T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:06:04.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag ulan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;booya! eto na naman po ako... dahil hindi ako makapag transfer ng .fmb sa server namin para makacompile.. eh mag b-blog na lang muna ako.. hehe.. tag ulan na naman folks.. panahon na naman ng tag baha.. nakakamiss mag aral pag ganitong panahon di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hehe.. kakamiss kasi may chance na suspend ang pasok.. eh pag may trabaho ka na.. umaraw man at bumagyo papasok ka pa din.. yun nga lang.. mas malaki ang allowance na makukuha mo pag may trabaho ka kesa sa allowance na nakukuha mo pag nasa skwela pa lang.. pero... may chance ka naman masamantala ang panahon para sa masarap at mahimbing na tulog dahil malamig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ang kakaiba lang nga dito sa ating bansa eh.. paiba iba ang announcement kung may pasok o wala.. minsan kung kelan nakapasok ka na sa campus/school saka pa lang i-aanounce na wala ng pasok.. minsan naman kung kelan sooooobrang lakas ng ulan saka sasabihin na may pasok at kung kelan pa-araw na eh saka sasabihin na walang pasok.. hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sabi ko nga.. tagbaha na din ngayong panahon... pwede kayang pumasok ng naka shorts pag nag baha? hehe.. ayos yun ah.. naka purontong ka tapos naka botas*(yun ba tawag sa flood boots) tapos naka long sleeves.. astig.. new fashion statement.. hehe.. nimi-miss ko tuloy espana.. yung mga adventure dun na kelangan mo pa yatang lumangoy sa kabilang dayo para lang makasakay ng dyip pauwi.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sana nga lang walang masyadong masamang mangyari ngayong panahon ng tagulan.. sana yung landslide sa baguio di na mauulit sa ibang lugar.. anyways, ingat ingat na lang din para sigurado.. dala na lang din kayo ng payong at  jacket.. astig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*maraming salamat gail sa correction.. folks.. "bota" pala ang tawag dun.. =P&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/30420755-115266966192154599?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115266966192154599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115266966192154599&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115266966192154599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115266966192154599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/07/tag-ulan.html' title='tag ulan....'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115224445800360926</id><published>2006-07-07T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:54:18.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>field trip with a M and an I and a T...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sa wakas..nakuha na din naming ang yearbook.. the long wait was finally over.. pero actually.. in my part.. hindi yung yearbook ang habol ko.. yung makakain ulit sa walls hehe..  at may rason na ako para pumunta sa mapua intra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nakakapanibago at first... pero habang naglalakad na ako sa usual way papuntang intramuros campus.. feels like coming home.. mas feel at home ako sa intramuros kesa nung nasa makati.. mas malamig lang sa makati campus.. hehe.. wala pa ding pinagbago... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;galing manila city hall dadaanan mo pa din ang bulok at hanggang ngayon ay bulok na underpass.. buti nga kamo hindi na amoy ta* katulad ng dati.. pero for sure nagbabaha pa din yun.. pag dating sa kabilang side.. ganun pa din.. nandun pa din yung mga askal at ang pila ng pedikab.. nandun pa din ang mga bata na pakalat kalat sa kalasada at nanghaharass ng mga tao para lang makakuha ng piso.. minsan pa nga at nagmamanyak pa sila ng mga babaeng hinihingan nila.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ang una naming hinanap ay ang tindahan ng mga kwek-kwek.. pero to our dismay.. wala kaming nakita..enrolment pala ngayon.kaya wala pang pasok.. next week pa daw... pero there was something new.. may mga mini karinderya/turo-turo na sa sidewalk papunta sa gate ng intramuros.. meron na ding mga katipunerong nagbabantay.. actually mga guard lang sila ng intramuros na naka uniform ng parang mga katipunero..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;on the way papuntang campus proper.. nakigamit muna kami ng cr sa mcdo.. same old mcdo.. maliit at medyo madikit pa din ang sahig... at take note.. hindi sahig ng cr.. sahig sa may pila ng cashier.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after the detour.. nag pass by kami sa hq/lugar ng mga OT stores.. that's Old Testament for you.. bentahan/photocopy ng lahat ng lumang machine problems, exercises sa laboratory.. mainly pang eng lab.. chem or physics.. nung nasa may gate na kami ng campus.. we can't resist our temptation.. we decided to eat first kay manangs.. actually this was our main goal for the day.. makakain ulit sa walls...hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nothing has changed... makikita mo pa din yung same old persons that calls you "dear", "honey" just to eat in their spots... hehe.. "kain na dear.." , "dito na kayo kumain dear"... pero we only eat at manangs.. the unique all original  sauce.. the lechon kawali .. the chicken.. the porkchop.... the rice.. hehe.. "manang, double lechon.., saka 7-up"... finally nakakain na ulit kami.. sana makakain ulit kami dun.. after that kinuha na namin yung yearbook namin and bumalik na kami dito sa makati...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hehe.. it's nice to go back to the places where you usually hang-out.. nice to remember the days, when you're just so carefree and making the whole world your playground... i'll be back there.. kakain ulit ako kay manangs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;p.s. nandun pa din yung bust ni don tomas mapua.. at bagong pintura pa.. hehe.. the best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;p.s(part 2) ... sana mag tayo ng franchise dito sila manangs sa makati... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115224445800360926?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115224445800360926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115224445800360926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115224445800360926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115224445800360926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/07/field-trip-with-m-and-i-and-t.html' title='field trip with a M and an I and a T...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115215087778020678</id><published>2006-07-06T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T09:54:37.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeepney..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;jeepney.. di ba ito yung national means of transport ng pinas? anong nangyari sa mga jeepney? di ba dati mas pipiliin nating sumakay na lang ng jeep kesa mag fx or mag taxi.. heck... di na maganda/masayang sumakay sa jeep ngayon.. and ayaw ko na ding sumakay ng jeep kung maari.. hindi po ako maarte.and hindi din ako pa-high class na tao.. eto lang ang dahilan ko kung bakit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hindi na komportableng sumakay ng jeep ngayon.. kung ang isang jeep eh animan lang.. ginagawa na ngayong waluhan... at pilit na pinagsisiksikan ang tao.. tipong yung huling sasakay eh parang naka-skwat na lang sa loob... kasi wala ng pwesto ang pwet niya sa upuan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. mainit na sobra.. kung mapapansin niyo ang mga jeep ngayon, sobrang init na.. siksikan na nga.. sobrang init pa.. paniguradong pagbaba mo ng jeep eh para kang naligo sa sarli mong pawis at pati singit mo pinagpapawisan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. matagal ng bumyahe ang jeep.. and daming stop over.. ang tagal mag pick up ng pasahero.. at kahit wala na talagang pwesto ay sige pa din sa kaka-pickup ng pasahero..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. balasubas at barubal ang ibang drivers.. sa gitna ng kalsada nag bababa.. at kadalasan bastos kung makasagot.. at akala mo kung sino..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. di na safe sumakay ng jeep.. kadalasan may holdapan nangyayari sa loob mismo ng jeep.. minsan naman may mandudukot na lang bigla sa labas ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. mahal na ang pamasahe... hindi worth it ang 7.50 na bayad kung ang masasakyan mo naman na jeep ay katulad nang na-describe ko.. mas pipiliin ko na lang mag fx at kaunti na lang ang idadagdag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opinyon ko lang po to ah.. salamas...&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/30420755-115215087778020678?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115215087778020678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115215087778020678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115215087778020678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115215087778020678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/07/jeepney.html' title='jeepney..'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115206349134450903</id><published>2006-07-05T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T09:38:11.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halina sa tren....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;araw araw may nakikita kang mga tao... iba iba ang ugali.. iba iba ang itsura.. may maganda.. meron namang parang sinagasaan ng 10-wheeler... we live in a small world.. in a small country.. in a small city.. and majority of those people ride the infamous mrt... sa araw araw na lang na sumasakay ako sa mrt.... sa araw araw na lang na gusto kong bigwasan at ipasagasa sa tren ang management nito.. sa araw araw na lang nang pagrereklamo ko.. nakakapansin din ako ng mga types ng tao na sumasakay dito.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;here are some of the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. the pushers   ---&gt; based on the name itself.. ito yung mga taong mahilig manulak..lalo na pag papasok sa loob ng tren.. kadalasan mga babaeng matataray or mga pasosyal na gusto lang kaagad makaupo.. pwede din yung mga lalakeng nakikitulak lang para manantsing at makahawak kung saan saan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. the door hog  --&gt; second to the pushers sa mga pinaka nakakainis na type na makikita mo sa mrt.. eto yung mga taong hindi ko alam kung nasan ang utak.. kung nasa may pwet ba nila or nasa talampakan.. hindi kaya nila naisip na nakakaistorbo sila sa mga bumababa at sumasakay ng tren sa pag tambay nila sa malapit sa pinto kahit na ang bababaan pa nila ay sa huling steyshun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. the mandu  ---&gt; the mandurukot.. dati marami kang makikita nito sa mrt.. may pictures pa nga sila dati na nipo-post sa loob ng steyshun.. kadalasang nagpapanggap as a pusher para mas madaling makadukot.. minsan din ay nagpapakanggap as the door hog type.. para madaling maka-sibat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. the S&amp;S type ---&gt; the seat and sleep type... sometimes they really do sleep for real.. pero most of the times they just pretend to be asleep para di sila makonsensya pag may tumapat na babae sa kanila at gustong umupo nung babae.. hehe.. i admit i'm this type of person.. niyahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. the sensitives   ----&gt; eto yung mga types na masarap bigwasan at ingud-ngod sa railings.. eto yung masagi mo lang ng kaunti eh wala ng tigil sa kakaputak.. usually mga babaeng pa-high class ang ganito... at mag lalake feeling gwapo.. mukha naman gago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6. the  manyaks  ---&gt; self explained...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;7. the papansin   ----&gt; eto yung mga tao na pag may tumawag sa celfone nila eh hihintayin muna nilang matapos yung ring tone nila bago nila sagutin.. and take not naka max pa ang volume ng mga celfone nila.. eto din yung kung makipag usap sa celfone eh akala mo bingi ang kausap sa sobrang lakas ng boses.. at kung sumagot pa minsan eh pasigaw na "HI-LU? OY TSUNG.. MOSTA KA NA.. HAHA. DETO AKO SA EM-ARRRRR-TE NGAYON..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8. the bomb!!  ----&gt; eto yung mga may anhit at malalakas ang putok.. na tipong pag tinaas nila yung kilikili nila eh parang may nagpasabog ng isang nuclear warhead na tipong buong train maaamoy mo yung ginamit niya na pabango na nahaluan na ng pawis na in turn eh nangamoy sibuyas na sinamahan mo pa ng suka at dinikdik na bawang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;for those of you who knows other types aside from the ones listed here.. feel free to comment it in.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;booya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115206349134450903?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115206349134450903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115206349134450903&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115206349134450903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115206349134450903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/07/halina-sa-tren.html' title='halina sa tren....'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115198130921135089</id><published>2006-07-04T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T18:31:46.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you extinct??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kung si sarah may sinulat na article sa extinction daw ng mga matitinong/gwapong lalake...  ako din magsusulat ng article para sa extinction ng matitinong babae.. kadalasan eto na lang ang mga types ng magagandang babae...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. maganda nga.. taken naman ng panget na may kotse.. aka materialistic..&lt;br /&gt;2. maganda nga.. maganda din na babae ang hinahanap at gustong *ehem*.. aka tibo..&lt;br /&gt;3. maganda nga.. taken naman.. taken na nga nakikipag landian naman sa iba.. aka bitch!&lt;br /&gt;4. maganda nga.. mahihilig naman sa matandang mayamang madaling mamatay...aka sakim sa pera&lt;br /&gt;5. maganda nga.. sexy na nga.. lalake pala dati..aka brokeback!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. maganda nga.. SANA.. kaso di naman marunong magayos at barubal kung kumilos at magsalita..&lt;br /&gt;7. maganda nga.. soooobra naman sa kaartehan na tipong "ewwww.. what's that... you ah..."&lt;br /&gt;8. maganda nga.. sooobrang taas naman ng standards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at akala mo siya ang pinakamaganda sa buong mundo..&lt;br /&gt;9. maganda nga.. kaso ayaw niya lang talaga sayo.. tsk tsk.. you poor guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. maganda nga.. may asawa/taken naman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115198130921135089?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115198130921135089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115198130921135089&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115198130921135089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115198130921135089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/07/are-you-extinct.html' title='are you extinct??'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115197702555290228</id><published>2006-07-04T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T09:37:05.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>di na nasanay.... ikalawang yugto....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i was really smiling when i woke up this morning....until i heard the news on the t.v.. hayup ka talaga gloria...i-assassinate ka na talga sana(no connection on what i was about to say.. just want to say that).. the news was all about the frustated revolution/coup d'etat a couple of months ago... it seems that the soldiers hand over the video tape containing their plans/meetings about bringing down the government to ABS and was shown this morning.. haaay.. will this ever end? then after that news.. another news was reported...a woman emerges from somewhere.. and take note.. she was kinda pa-sosyal you know.. "ahahahaha"(mala kris aquino na tawa) claiming that she's estrada's concubine.. probably a plot by the administration to distract or shift the focus of the people to somewhere/someone else.. after hearing the morning news.. i suit up for war... mrt war that is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;mrt.. mrt na naman.. haaay.. will it ever improve?? i left my house with ironed clothes.. i came to the office with wrinkled clothes.. ang sarap talagang bigwasan ng management ng mrt... kung hindi lang talaga traffic.. i would really prefer to ride a bus... magbabago pa kaya ang pinas.. is honasan and enrile planning an outrise to take down gloria.?? pwede bang sumama?? luluwag pa kaya ang mrt pag pasukan?? mawawala kaya traffic sa pinas?? titino kaya ang mga driver ng bus, lalo na yung mga ordinary bus?? haaay.. di na talaga nasanay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;booya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115197702555290228?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115197702555290228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115197702555290228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115197702555290228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115197702555290228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/07/di-na-nasanay-ikalawang-yugto.html' title='di na nasanay.... ikalawang yugto....'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115192302646853161</id><published>2006-07-03T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:37:06.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ano yun??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tsk.. may naisip na ako na ilalagay dito sa blog ko kanina eh.. may topic na din ako eh.. hmm.. di ko lang matandaan kung ano.. heck... pag naalala ko na nga lang ulit... btw, welcome back ninang baby... thanks sa pasalubong.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaay.. tapos na naman ang isang araw.. nakapag create na din ako ng isang patch.. glad at mabilis na naman ang oras.. can't wait to be with my chubs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115192302646853161?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115192302646853161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115192302646853161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115192302646853161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115192302646853161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/07/ano-yun.html' title='ano yun??'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115188787001338984</id><published>2006-07-03T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T17:52:24.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>di na nasanay....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haaaay.. monday na naman... bitin talga ang two days na weekend.... oist pandak.. bakit di mo kaya gawing three days ang weekend.. gawin mo na lang kayang weekend din ang friday.. tutal naman weird ka naman mag declare ng holiday eh.. not to mention sa bulsa lang naman niyo napupunta yung tax na binabayaran namin eh.. ang sarap mo talgang i-assassinate.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not to mention pag monday..siksikan na sa mrt tulakan pa..and do take note... mas madalas manulak yung mga babae.. lalo na yung mga pa-high class na office workers.. pag nakipagtulakan naman sa kanila yung tinutulak nila, sila pa tong nagagalit.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sarap bigwasan.. plus, bakit ba may taong hindi man lang inisip na nakakaabala sila sa pag stay nila sa may pinto kahit na sa malayo pa sila bababa?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;walang pagbabago.. langya naman kasi yung management nila eh.. di marunong... bakit naman kasi kelangan pang patagalin ung train... i mean.. kahit ba naka stop yung signal eh...pwede pa naman mag move hanggang sa platform para magsakay eh.. kaya di nababawasan ang tao sa mrt eh.. bwiset.. pag dating mo tuloy sa office dehydrated ka na.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ano na naman kaya ang mangyayari ngayong week.. haay.. sana weekend na ulit...btw, astig pala movie house sa gateway.. hehe.. first time i've watched a movie there... mas maganda siguro dun sa may globe platinum na movie house.. naka la-z boy ka na.. unlimited iced tea and free popcorn pa.. astig!!.. sana talga weekend na....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p.s. kudos to the &lt;a href="http://www.eastsideboxing.com/boxing-news/Pacquiao-Larios.php"&gt;pacman for winning against larios&lt;/a&gt;.. just hope you don't get anymore arrogant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s(part 2) dun ulit sa nakakuha ng &lt;a href="http://www.infonokia.pl/img/opisytel/6600_2.jpg"&gt;telepono ko&lt;/a&gt;...ang bait mo.. sana kunin ka na ni Lord.. wahehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s(part 3) thanks tin/grace sa pasalubong na marble elephant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;booya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115188787001338984?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115188787001338984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115188787001338984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115188787001338984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115188787001338984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/07/di-na-nasanay.html' title='di na nasanay....'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115165057382170088</id><published>2006-06-30T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:02:02.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the man of steel returns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WARNING: For those of you guys who haven't seen the movie yet, i suggest you stop reading this post now. There are several spoilers in this post that may reveal some plot of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie wasn't really that much of what i expect it to be... i was really having high expectations for this movie because of what i was hearing from my friends..yet, it was rather disappointing when the credits already rolled... there were not much of a fight scene, except when sup got weak coz of the kryptonite infested area and his a** was kicked by luthor and his thugs.. the fun part there was when sup was almost crying his a** out while crawling for his safety.. anyways, the story itself was really different from the ones in the comics... heck i didn't know he can have a child? yup, he has one, and of course lois was the mother.. although lois was already married with someone else.. to cyclops specifically..hehe. well not actually to cyclops but to richard white.. (james marsden played the role)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the graphics was really great compared to the old superman movies.. though there are still some minor miscue..the cape in space was still a problem.. why is it that his cape is still waving if there is really no air/wind in space??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were several things that were taken from the original movies.. first, the article of lois lane..that article was written in i think sup1 or sup2 when reeves still wore the cape.. second, the background music used when sup took ms. lane to fly.. it was also used in the previous movie in the same scene.. and last was one of luthor's henchmen... i do think he was one of the 3 krypton prisoners.. that sup fought in the previous movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum things up.. just don't set your expectations to high.. it really feels like the first xmen movie after you watched it.. ..something was missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayos!!!&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/30420755-115165057382170088?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115165057382170088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115165057382170088&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115165057382170088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115165057382170088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/06/man-of-steel-returns.html' title='the man of steel returns...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115156342319449422</id><published>2006-06-29T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:24:34.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for every second</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.  You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't really remember where and when i got this quote. I just saved it in my TNOTES. True, isn't it? Though we can never blame people for getting upset.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/30420755-115156342319449422?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115156342319449422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115156342319449422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115156342319449422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115156342319449422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-every-second.html' title='for every second'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420755.post-115155944981871770</id><published>2006-06-29T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:34:49.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what the? nag b-blog ako?? hehe.. di ko man naisip na gagwin ko to.. pero to be honest.. may blog account na talga ako last 2 years pa.. hindi ko lang siya ginagamit.. mainly for the reason na i'm just one heck of a lazy bum.. plus the fact my dictionary/knowledge to use astig words is not really that good.. pero dati ko pang gustong mag post dito.. lalo na pag naiipit ako sa mrt.. crap.. ang dami kong gustong sabihin nun.. ipagsigawan.. kaso pag dating dito sa office i was just too dehydrated to do anything.. saka mas gusto kong magbasa ng ibang blogs kesa to write my own.. di bale.. nag simula na din naman akong mag post eh.. sana nga lang di ako tamarin para makapag post ulit..saka sana maayos ko yung design ng blog ko.. kudos to the following nga pala.. kay jam.. tol.. dahil sa nabasa ko ung blog mo.. naisip kong i-try na ding mag blog.. hehe..kay pat.. oist.. maging avid visitor ka din sana ng blog ko ah.. to ellen..hehe.. thanks sa mp3 ng "dance dance".. to my partner in life.. thanks for bearing this life with me.. ayos!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. manonood na ako ng &lt;a href="http://supermanreturns.warnerbros.com/"&gt;superman returns&lt;/a&gt; mamaya.. yahoooooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S(part 2) kung sino man ang nakapulot sa &lt;a href="http://www.infonokia.pl/img/opisytel/6600_2.jpg"&gt;celfone ko&lt;/a&gt;.. pwede po bang paki sauli na sa akin.. si God ng bahala sa inyo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30420755-115155944981871770?l=renzetzuken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/feeds/115155944981871770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30420755&amp;postID=115155944981871770&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115155944981871770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30420755/posts/default/115155944981871770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzetzuken.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog_115155944981871770.html' title='BLOG???'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06101932696708054593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PoO9WPOWMUU/SHZd6kGyMeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l9b-CCz4VeY/S220/squall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
