<?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-8230760</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:27:00.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terence Learns to Make a Blog...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-113595829615747253</id><published>2005-12-30T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:58:16.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stroke my llama</title><content type='html'>nilagyan ko ng pet ung blog, walang buhay kasi at saka cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-113595829615747253?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/113595829615747253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=113595829615747253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/113595829615747253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/113595829615747253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/12/stroke-my-llama_113595829615747253.html' title='Stroke my llama'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-113394824766651493</id><published>2005-12-07T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T17:37:27.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one of those....</title><content type='html'>terens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     kung nalaman mo yung bestfriend mo ay kasama sa listahan mo ng "I Hate People", ano ang gagawin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                            , Ivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Wala lang, alangan namang magpakalyo-layo ako sa kaniya. Sa totoo lang lahat ng katangian na iyan nakalubkob naman yata lahat ng tao (pati ako = hypocrite). Kung ang aking kaibigan na iyon ay kasama dyan (heck! sa totoo lang nasa kanya talaga lahat ng iyan haha peace) wala naman akong magagawa, may dahilan naman kung bakit kami naging magkaibigan. May blog k ba Ivy? link tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                           , terens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-113394824766651493?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/113394824766651493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=113394824766651493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/113394824766651493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/113394824766651493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-one-of-those.html' title='Another one of those....'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-113077080137495041</id><published>2005-10-31T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:20:40.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's complicated</title><content type='html'>terens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahal ko ang isang tao higit pa sa buhay ko pero parang wala syang nararamdaman sa akin di nga ako pinapansin pero minsan nasasabi ko sa isip na may guso ri sya akin kasi tumitigin din naman sya saakin hindi ko talaga alam kong maynararmdaman sya sa akin ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itago mo na lang iyang nararamdaman mo kasi masasaktan ka lang kung nagkataon. buti nang itago kaysa masaktan ka sa maaring mangyari. parang hangin lang iyan na dadaan sa buhay mo haha. d ako authority sa pag ibig kaya kung d mo gusto ung sagot ko e d wala. on to my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"parang wala siyan nararamdaman sakin"? hmm, ganun din ako haha. ewan ko ba. bakit ganito ung mga tanong dito? anyway, tulad ng sinasabi ko sa sarili ko parati "sabihin mo na lang sa kanya, wala namang mawawala kung sasabihin mo. ang feeling naman niya kung maiilang siya. kung he/she doesn't feel the same way e di wala, bakit mo naman pipilitin kung ayaw. at least sinabi mo" pero babae ka d ba? mahirap yata sa babae ang magsabi ng nararamdaman sa crush nila kasi dapat ang lalaki ung naghahabol pag dito, pero sa tingin ko mas ok yata yun eh kaysa itago mo lang ung nararamdaman mo. parte ng buhay, take risks and to hell with the consequences (sa love lang). dun sa first part ng letter mo, tingin mo soulmate mo cya? well ewan ko, marami pa namang lalake diyan kung hindi talaga maging kayo. pero masarap din ang feeling pag nagkatuluyan kayo ng crush mo noh? hay ang pag ibig nga naman. well good luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-terens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-113077080137495041?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/113077080137495041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=113077080137495041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/113077080137495041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/113077080137495041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-complicated.html' title='it&apos;s complicated'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-112701710034682111</id><published>2005-09-18T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T18:25:53.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alienated</title><content type='html'>terens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit ang hirap sabihin sa taong mahal mo na mahal mo siya? bakit kailangan mong magmahal ng taong di k naman mahal? bakit kailangan mong mag-fall sa tao kahit alam mong di pwede? bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sus, sorry. hindi ko alam. pag-iisipan ko muna. i'm asking the same set of questions.&lt;br /&gt;,terens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-112701710034682111?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/112701710034682111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=112701710034682111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/112701710034682111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/112701710034682111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/09/alienated.html' title='Alienated'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-112583788536925614</id><published>2005-09-04T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T20:44:45.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storyless</title><content type='html'>tagal ko nang walang post. Wala naman kasi akong kwento na pwede o kaya kumportable akong ikwento dito sa blog. Dapat pala anonymous blog na lang inumpisahan ko. Ano bang kwento ngaun sa buhay ko, wala naman akong ginagawa ngaun kundi aral, tulog, tambay, DOTA, nood DVDs. Kakatamad kasi lumabas, lalo na pag walang pera. Luamalabas lang ako pag papunta sa bahay nila... kasi libre lahat, buti n lang mabait parents nya. heheh pajama blogger mode on ako ngaun ah. Kailangan ko na talaga mag-ipon. ubos pera ko parati eh. wala akong pangdate nyahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-112583788536925614?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/112583788536925614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=112583788536925614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/112583788536925614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/112583788536925614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/09/storyless.html' title='Storyless'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-112242849821447759</id><published>2005-07-27T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T09:41:38.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love/Hate Friendster</title><content type='html'>Log-out Na! Contributed by &lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/user.khtml?op=userinfo&amp;uname=rainlady"&gt;rainlady&lt;/a&gt; sa peyups (oo na wala akong sariling material nyahahaha beaches.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;O? Bakit ka kinikilig dyan? Di ba almost five years mo na syang hindi nakita? Sa dami ng lalakeng nakilala mo sa limang taong yun ni minsan hindi mo sya naisip o naalala. Nakita mo lang ang picture nya sa friendster para kang teen-ager na kinikilig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;O sya sige. I-add mo na. Kailangan ba talagang mag-private message? Talaga bang importanteng malaman nya na patay na patay ka sa kanya nung college? Bahala ka na nga!&lt;br /&gt;Nasa US na pala sya. Doon nag-masters. Big time! Sabagay matalino naman talaga sya. Baka nga may scholarship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Saan nga ba kayo naging seatmates noon? Sa Nat Sci II, yung sa may NIGS. Natulala ka nga nung una mo syang nakita. Tumigil kasi ang mundo mo at biglang tumahimik ang paligid. (Minsan nga iniisip ko baka puyat ka lang nun at nakatulog ka ng di sinasadya) Sabi mo bigla, gagawin mo ang lahat mapalapit lang sa kanya. Kaya nga kulang na lang tumambling ka nang malaman mong permanent ang seating arrangement nyo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hindi kayo naging "close" talaga. Pero kahit papaano nakachika mo naman sya. Nalaman mong Math major sya, nakatira sa qc, mahilig mag-bilyar, at tatlong taon na mas bata kaysa sa'yo. Nadismaya ka sabi mo hindi mo na sya pagtutuunan ng pansin. Kaso tila sya magnet. Napakalinis manamit, ambangu-bango, at para kang natutunaw sa ngiti nya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Inisip mong mama's boy sya para ayawan mo na sya. Pero naisip mong parang masarap kung ikaw ang mag-aalaga sa kanya. Ikaw ang mag-aasikaso sa pangangailangan nya, magtatanggol kapag may kaaway, at tatakbuhan kapag may problema. (mother's instinct?) Naloka nga ako sa'yo. Bago mo sya nakilala hindi ka ganyan. Self-centered ka at gusto mo palagi ka lang nakakatanggap. Pero dahil sa kanya, natuto kang mag-isip ng kapakanan ng ibang tao bago sa sarili mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Marami pa syang binago sa'yo. Yung pananamit mo na lang. Wala kang pakialam nung una kahit mukha kang basura. Nung huli, nagpa-palda ka pa! At take note: sa anim na taon mo sa UP, Nat Sci lang yata ang may record na 100% attendance mula sa'yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sayang no? Isang sem lang yun. Sabi mo nung last day, di bale na kasi makikita mo pa rin naman sya. Hindi naman kalakihan ang university. Mukha ka ngang sira noon e. Lahat ng nakakasalubong mong violet na Civic, tinatanaw mo. Makakita ka ng matangkad na payat sa malayo kabado ka na. Halos isang taon kang ganyan. Hanggang sa naging busy ka na sa acads mo kasi tumatanda ka na gusto mo nang gumradweyt. Buti na lang kasi sa sumunod na dalawang taon, hindi mo na ulit nasilayan ang ngiting nagpatigil ng mundo mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ay! Look! Lima pala ang pictures nya. Open mo nga.&lt;br /&gt;Sino yang kaakbay nyang girl? O? Bakit parang nahe-hurt ka? Sus! Halos limang taon na ang nakalipas ineng! Tsaka maging makatotohanan ka nga. Ni minsan naman hindi sya nagpakita ng interes sa'yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Check mo nga ulit ang status nya. Baka naman barkada lang nya yan o di kaya kapatid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;In a relationship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ay. Sayang naman. Akala ko pa naman sa pangalawang pagtatagpo ng landas nyo, mabibigyan ka ng chance. Well...ganyan talaga ang buhay. At least, sa isang punto ng buhay mo, nakilala mo sya. Dahil sa kanya, natutunan mong isipin ang pangangailangan ng ibang tao kesa sa sarili mong pangangailangan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok sige! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Log-out na!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-112242849821447759?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/112242849821447759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=112242849821447759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/112242849821447759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/112242849821447759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-i-lovehate-friendster.html' title='Why I Love/Hate Friendster'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-111971264479891905</id><published>2005-06-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:17:25.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justapost</title><content type='html'>Sa lahat ng tao na nagtatanong kung bakit ang nanahimik ako this past few weeks (hindi dito sa blog) ay dahil wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, sasagutin ko lng ang dalawang tanong dito. tagal na nito hindi ko lang sinagot, kakatamad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Out of the blue question. if you can be invisible for an hr, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                    ,                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Walang pangalan, walang email add, pero sasagutin ko narin. Kung ako'y magiging invisible sa isang oras anong gagawin ko? Matutulog na lang ako, wala naman akong masyadong magagawang makabuluhan sa isang oras o magnanakakaw na lang ako sa loob ng isang oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                     ,terens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      random question-if u had 2 wryt a buk bout ur lyf wat wud it b its title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                      ,jmfabs@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jmfabs@gmail.com,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Alam ko classmate yata kita nung elementary, on to the question. If I had to write a book first of all it wouldn't be about my life at all kasi marami ng ganun. Isusulat kong libro would contain lahat ng bagay na gusto kong sabihin na hindi ko nasabi dati. Lahat ng i like you's na hindi ko nasabi, lahat ng galit na hindi ko nailabas, lahat ng jokes na hindi ko nasambit, lahat ng i love you's na ikinahiya ko. Title? Buppanase like a dangan rainaa, uu na galing na sa naruto. Wala ako maisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                       ,terens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-111971264479891905?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/111971264479891905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=111971264479891905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/111971264479891905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/111971264479891905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/06/justapost.html' title='Justapost'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-111217343278365152</id><published>2005-03-30T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T22:08:27.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Boredom Attacks</title><content type='html'>Hindi ba cool ang maging superhero tulad nina Superman, Batman, Wolverine at kung sino sino pang mga kathang isip na nagpamangha sa atin? Siguro pinangarap niyo rin dati ang maging gaya nila? Ngunit ang mga kalaban nila napapansin niyo ba? Sila yung mga taong pinangarap kong maging, ang mga supervillain. Gusto kong maging supervillain dahil sa mayayaman sila, marami silang mga alila, etc. Ito ang plano ko para ma-achieve ang aking pangarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang unang bagay na kailangan ihanda para maging isang masama at matagumpay na kontrabida ay ang mga alila. Ang mga utusan, maton, yung mga taong mga temporary na manggagawa. Dapat wala silang mga health benefits kundi maghihirap ka. Mga walang training, walang kahalagahan ang buhay, at malamang na mamatay sa kamay ng mga bida o ng kanilang boss mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang dapat mga tambay sa kanto na walang ginawa kundi uminom at magsigarilyo ang dapat kunin para sa trabahong ito, may batayan na established para dito. Para makapili ng mga magagaling na utusan dapat siguruhing wala silang trace ng talino, dapat mga inutil sila kasi pag may konting katalinuhan ang isang alila, baka marealize nya na medyo dehado siya sa laban pag nakita niyang hindi nauubusan ng bala yung bida at napatay rin nito ang 150 na mga utusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should also make sure na walang damdamin ang mga mapipili mo dahil baka kumampi ito sa bida pag naawa siya dito at nakita niyang underdog ito. Gumamit ng simpleng test para malaman kung may damdamin siya, magpakita ka sa kanila ng isang cute na stuffed toy o kaya'y mga cute na cute na mga hayop. Kapag may nagreact, ipakain na kaagad siya sa mga pating o kung anong meron kang mga gutom na hayop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat din na walang puso ang mga ito, dahil baka ma-inlove siya sa babaeng kasama ng bida na naging dahilan na ng death ng maraming mga utusan. Para makasiguro, kapunin o "i-castrate" sila pagkasali nila sa iyo. Pag hindi na sila na-iinlove at hindi na rin naiisip ang sex ay puro kasamaan na lang ang nasa isip nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat wala silang isip. Ikaw ang Boss nila at ikaw ang nag-iisip para sa kanila. Tanungin mo sila masakit ba ang maputulan ng paa, ang makain ng pating, matadtad ng bala, at masunog ng buhay. Kapag sinagot nila ay hindi o hindi nila alam ang sagot handa na silang lumaban sa mga higanteng robot, alagang hayop, at mga nagsasalitang kotse ng bida ng walang pakialam sa maaring mangyaring masama sa sarili nilang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat ay wala silang pagpapahalaga sa buhay nila. Kailangan ito para ituloy nila ang pagtugis sa bida kahit iniisa-isa na sila nito at wala na silang pag asa. Kailangan din sila ang humarap sa bida habang tumatakas ka, ang evil mastermind, papunta sa iyong nakatagong airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi dapat sila marunong magbilang. Dahil pag marunong silang magbilang, baka matakot sila kapag nalaman nilang outnumbered sila ng mga pulis, sundalo, superhero etc. At kailangan rin nito para hindi sila magreklamo sa kanilang suweldong matatanggap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan mga warfreak ang mga ito pagdating sa pagkalabit ng gatilyo ng kanilang mga baril. Kailangan marunong silang bumaril sa lahat ng direksyon ng walang tinatamaan kundi ang mga pader, pinto, kotse, barrel na puno ng gas, at kung anu ano pa. Kapag bumaril sila dapat hindi sila umiilag at hindi sila titigil hangga't hindi nauubos ang bala. Hindi na rin problema ang maubusan sila ng bala dahil malamang patay na sila pagkatapos nilang bumaril. Siguraduhin din na marunong silang bumaril ng walang target o bumaril habang iwinawasiwas ang kanilang baril, preferrably machine gun na may balang pwede nilang ipolupot sa kanilang katawan na magfoform ng malaking X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat hindi sila umiiwas sa mga obstacles habang nag-ddrive. Ang attensyon nila ay nandun sa mahinang bida at isipin na lamang nila ang pagbabaril dito at hindi na ang mga kahon ng prutas, barrels ng nuclear waste, o mga paparating ng train.Ginagamit din ito para makuha angpagkatapos mamatay attensyon ng mga pulis para hulihin ng mga ito ang bida, kung mamatay man ang mga utusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss is always right dapat. Pag inuutusan mo sila,kahit gaano pa ka-radical, dapat wala silang tanong, nmakakagulo ang mga tanong sa moment mo ng pagyayabang at sa sginature laugh mo. Kung merong magtanong ibig sabihin lang nito ay may natitira pang talino sa mga ito. Kung mangyari man ito, dali-daling ilubog ito sa pool ng kumukulong mantika sa harap ng kaniyang mga kasamahan para hindi na tularan pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang huling bagay na kailangan mong gawin para maging successful na henchmen ang mga tauhan mo ay dapat may pagmamalasakit ka sa mga nagagawa nila. Paminsan-minsan bigyan mo sila ng magandang uniform, pagbigyan mo silang pindutin ang red button, sila ang papiliin mo ng bansang gagawing example ng magiging effect ng iyong kapangyarihan pag hindi binigay ng UN ang iyong mga demands. Pag may isang tauhan mo ang nakaalam sa secret identity, secret base ng bida o iba pang information sa archenemy mo, i-promote kaagad ito at gawing kanang-kamay. Sila ang mga taong mapagbubuhusan mo ng sisi pag pumalpak ang mga plano mo at marahil ay madalas mong ipapatay ang mga ito para hindi rin tularan ng iba ang kaniyang kapalpakan.Makakabuti ito para sa iba pang henchmen sa kanilang development.&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos nito ay handa na ang iyong army, ang susunod na dapat ihanda ay ang iyong secret base. Sa susunod ko na rin ipo-post when boredom strikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-111217343278365152?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/111217343278365152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=111217343278365152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/111217343278365152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/111217343278365152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-boredom-attacks.html' title='When Boredom Attacks'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-111133141180773505</id><published>2005-03-20T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T17:42:18.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 181px" height="306" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/100_0064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tinabi ko pa talaga sa watch. What was I thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*Alam ko wala kayong pakialam, haha. pero i'm gonna tell you people anyway. May bago akong cellphone. Pinalitan ko na ung 2650 ko with this, the Panasonic A100. Ang liit, wala cya masyadong features pero so what, basta hindi masikip sa bulsa ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-111133141180773505?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/111133141180773505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=111133141180773505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/111133141180773505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/111133141180773505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/03/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-111116110977907191</id><published>2005-03-18T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T22:31:55.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me anything...</title><content type='html'>terence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit yellow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-craves_gently@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craves_gently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intrigued ka sa color ng blog ko? Yellow ang blog ko dahil ano nga ba? Kasi favorite na kulay ko ang yellow, kasi bagay sa akin ung yellow, yellow symbolizes confidence (?) , yellow d masyadong masaya d masyadong malungkot hmm. Other than those, wala na akong reason kung bakit yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                  -terence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-111116110977907191?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/111116110977907191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=111116110977907191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/111116110977907191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/111116110977907191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/03/ask-me-anything.html' title='Ask me anything...'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-111068919159769798</id><published>2005-03-13T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T12:46:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wink</title><content type='html'>Finals na. ibig sabihin malapit na bakasyon. Apat na araw na lng makakapagpost na ko ulit ng maayos. Wish me luck, lalo na sa chem. Congratualtions nga pala sa lahat ng graduates this year, sa mga highschool grads sana mapili niyo ung tamang school and course na talagang para sa inyo and sa mga college grads sana yumaman kayo lahat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-111068919159769798?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/111068919159769798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=111068919159769798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/111068919159769798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/111068919159769798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/03/wink.html' title='Wink'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110768249329197642</id><published>2005-02-06T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T23:59:40.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity</title><content type='html'>May nabasa ako sa isang sikat na magazine tungkol sa isang lalaking nagrereklamo dahil sa sobrang tagal maghanda ng kaniyang GF tuwing lalabas sila. Sa isang article naman sa peyups, nabasa ko ang opinyon ng isa nilang columnist tungkol kakikayan ng mga kababaihan ,at tulad ko, sang-ayon siya dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nauso na yung mga "make-over shows" at yung mga shows na nagtuturo sa atin how to pamper ourselves at mahilig ako sa mga ito. Tulad nung defunct show na "Kikay Machine" (dun sa living asia channel) at yung "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy", na kahit paulit-ulit sila ay hindi pa rin ako nagsasawa kakapanood sa kanila. Hindi ako binabae, pinapanood ko sila dahil ipinapakita nila yung parte ng kultura ng mga kababaihan na walang kaalam-alam ang mga karamihan sa mga kalalakihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa tingin ko, wala namang masama sa patuloy pang magpapakakikay o magpapaganda ang mga kababaihan. Ayus lang sakin kung parating may dalang suklay, make-up, salamin, lipstick at kung anu-ano pang bagay na pampaganda ang GF ko. Ayus lang sakin kung madalas siyang tumingin sa bintana ng kotse, sa isang puddle ng tubig sa kalsada at sa bawat salamin na madaanan namin upang tingnan kung ok pa ung ayos niya. Ayus lang sa akin na gumastos siya ng malaki upang magpa manicure, pedicure, hair spa, hair wax, hair straightening, hair rebonding, hot oil, foot spa, facial, at kung anu ano pa. Dadagdagan ko pa ung pera niya kung gusto niya. Ayos lang kung magtagal man siya nang isang oras sa paliligo at limang oras pa sa paghahanda ng kaniyang damit at ng kaniyang sarili sa bawat labas namin. Ayus lang sakin kung gumastos siya ng libo libo para sa facial, hair, at body care products niya. Natutuwa nga ako eh, lalo na pag maganda ung kakalabasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ayoko lang ay yung ginagamit ang pagpapakakikay para may itago sa kaniyang sarili, tulad nga nang sabi nung article ni &lt;em&gt;chinito&lt;/em&gt; ay &lt;em&gt;" Dapat yung kakikayan nya e pang kompliment lang sa kanyang angking bilib sa sarili. Kasi di naman nadadaan sa meyk up ang lahat. Minsan binubuhos ang emosyon sa pagpapaganda yung iba nagmumukha nang bampira. " &lt;/em&gt;At tama siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lang din sakin ung mga babaeng simple. Ok sakin sapagkat dahil alam nilang maganda na sila o mataas ang kanilang self esteem at self confidence ay hindi na sila gumagawa ng mga bagay na lubos pang magpapaganda sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang masasabi ko sa kakikayan, hindi lang ng kababaihan kundi na rin ang &lt;em&gt;kakikoyan &lt;/em&gt;ng mga kalalakihan. Hindi lamang siya simpleng kaartehan tulad ng tingin ng nakararami, siya'y pagpapaganda ng magandang itsurang natural nating taglay at nagbibigay satin ng self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110768249329197642?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110768249329197642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110768249329197642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110768249329197642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110768249329197642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/02/vanity.html' title='Vanity'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110767953801745681</id><published>2005-02-06T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T16:45:38.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me anything baby!</title><content type='html'>Terence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit kaya napaka-hirap ng buhay ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             -rica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rica,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ganyan nga ang iniisip mo eh ganyan talaga ang mangyayari sa buhay mo. Ang pag-unlad sa buhay ang nagiging mahirap lamang kung iiwasan o hindi natin tatanggapin ang mga bagay na hindi natin gustong mangyari sa atin o yung mga bagay na parte lamang nito. Kung parati na lamang nating iiwasan ang mga ito ay ito na ang magpapatakbo ng ating buhay, ang mangyayari ay parati na lamang tayong makakaramdam ng anxiety dahil sa gusto nating siguruhin na hindi kailan man tayo makakaengkwentro nito. Lahat naman tayo naghihirap sa buhay, pero dapat nating harapin ang negative experiences natin at gawin silang positive experiences. Hindi ba nga "No pain, No gain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110767953801745681?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110767953801745681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110767953801745681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110767953801745681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110767953801745681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/02/ask-me-anything-baby_06.html' title='Ask me anything baby!'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110733845145163467</id><published>2005-02-02T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:00:51.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Sa wakas, makakasulat na ako tungkol sa pag-iisa. Bakit nga ba may mga panahon na gusto natin mag-isa? Mga panahon na gusto natin na walang gagalaw, mangingialam, kakausap, at mangungulit. Yung mga panahon na "wala tayo sa mood". Marami tayong kanya-kanyang dahilan, pero ito ang 3 na naisip ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Gusto lang nating magpapansin.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mahirap mang tanggapin pero madalas, ang pagsosolo ay ginagamit pangtawag lamang ng atensyon. Syempre, sino nga bang makakatiis kung karaniwang maingay ka at magulo at bigla kang tatahimik at lalayo sa mga tao. "Ano kayang nangyari sa kaniya?" Ito ang siguradong maririnig sa mga kaibigan. Gitna ka nanaman ng atensiyon, e di mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Wala tayo sa mood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yung mga panahon na kapag may kagalit tayo na isang tao ay kahit ibang tao ay kagalit na, nalilipat ang kaniyang galit sa ibang tao. Kaya't imbes na may masabi o magawa pang masama sa ibang tao ay lumalayo na lang. O kaya nama'y sobrang lungkot natin at ayaw na nating kumalat ito at makahawa pa sa iba. Tulad ng marami, gusto na lamang nating sarilihin ito at ibaon sa limot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.   Gusto nating lubusang makilala ang ating sarili at ang Diyos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ito ang pinakamagandang dahilan ng pag-iisa. Sa pamamagitan ng pag-iisa, lalo tayong nagkakaroon ba ng oras para lubusang kilalanin ang ating sarili. Napag-iisipan natin kung bakit natin pinili at ginawa ang mga bagay na ginagawa natin. Napag-iisipan ang mga ginawa natin at naiisip natin ang ating mga masamang ginagawa, at a pamamagitan nito nagagawa nating baguhin ang mga ito at maging mas TAO. Dahil din dito, lalo nating nakikilala ang Diyos. Sa pag-iisa nakakahanap tayo ng oras upang magpasalamat, kausapin, humiling at mag-alay sa kaniya ng kung ano ang meron tayo. Sa pamamagitan din ng pag-iisa, napag-iisipan natin kung ano ang dapat nating gawin sa buhay natin, kung anong daan ang dapat nating piliin upang maging  mas kumpletong tao. Tulad ng sistema ng pag-babartolina, maraming tao ang iniisip ito bilang isang parusa pero para sa akin ito ay panahon upang matakasan ang gulo ng mundo ng tao at makapag-"one on one" sa ating sarili at lalo na sa Diyos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110733845145163467?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110733845145163467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110733845145163467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110733845145163467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110733845145163467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/02/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110733661791197562</id><published>2005-02-02T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T15:25:17.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me anything baby!</title><content type='html'>terence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy ikaw terrence, may lj ka ba? aba di journal journal ka na din,, he he he bading! joke.. uuy.. naala mo ba si wes quesang??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una sa lahat wala po akong lj (live journal) blogger lang. Oo, naalala ko ung Quesang, un ung sa rotc na sinasabi ng mga kadete na kamukha ni ultraman hindi ba? Haha.. Oo, pano ko makakalimutan yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110733661791197562?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110733661791197562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110733661791197562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110733661791197562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110733661791197562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/02/ask-me-anything-baby.html' title='Ask me anything baby!'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110707340773355758</id><published>2005-01-30T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T16:23:27.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me anything baby!</title><content type='html'>Terence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano ang pinakamahalaga sa buhay natin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        -naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hirap naman nito.. God na lang para walang angal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110707340773355758?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110707340773355758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110707340773355758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110707340773355758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110707340773355758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/01/ask-me-anything-baby_110707340773355758.html' title='Ask me anything baby!'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110707259180209577</id><published>2005-01-30T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T16:09:51.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me anything baby!</title><content type='html'>Terence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit iba iba uri ng tao? may malibog...kupal...pasikat...at mabbaait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                            -Greg&lt;br /&gt;Greg,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ang hirap ng tanong mo leche ka, pero sasagutin ko pa rin. Para sa akin nagkakaroon ng mga ganitong klase ng tao hindi dahil ganito lamang sila (lahat ng personality ng tao ay diverse at unique)  kundi dahil, sa tingin ko,  agad natin silang hinuhusgahan at hindi natin nakikita ang tunay nilang pagkatao. Kaya ang napapasok sa isip natin ay ang kanilang katangiang pagiging malibog, kupal, pasikat at mabait, hindi natin nakikita ang parte ng kanilang pagkato a malungkot, matapang, o kung ano-ano pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110707259180209577?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110707259180209577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110707259180209577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110707259180209577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110707259180209577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/01/ask-me-anything-baby_30.html' title='Ask me anything baby!'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110682102380911933</id><published>2005-01-27T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T18:17:03.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>English pa talaga haay.. nakabalik na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back and ready to answer lahat ng mga tanong niyo. Ang hirap naman kasi magtanong ng mga tao dito, ung mga tanong ay ung mga misteryo ng buhay haha. Don't worry I'lll try my best to answer you're questions from an introverted, obnoxious, materialistic, insightful and superficial person's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay corny people are the best.. *wink* *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110682102380911933?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110682102380911933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110682102380911933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110682102380911933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110682102380911933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110611106004545421</id><published>2005-01-19T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T13:07:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hiatus...</title><content type='html'>Yes folks, I am on hiatus kaya hindi ko pa nasasagot ang inyong mga katanungan. Humihingi ako ng paumanhin sa mga taong naghihintay sa aking mga sagot pero exams namin ngayon at inilalaan ko ang oras ko sa pag-aaral. Pero wag kayong panghinaan ng loob dahil isang linggo lang ito and susubukan ko nang sagutin ang mga tanong niyo and I'll try to blog more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110611106004545421?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110611106004545421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110611106004545421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110611106004545421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110611106004545421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/01/on-hiatus.html' title='On Hiatus...'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110611207123257894</id><published>2005-01-19T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T14:21:22.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh* (From Peyups.. btw is this legal?)</title><content type='html'>Basahin niyo kahit mahaba kasi it's worth the time and I know makakarelate kayo lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marami akong alam tungkol sa iyo. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. Obsession? Pagmamahal? Kung iyun ang tawag dun. siguro nga mahal na kita dati pa. Yun nga ang mahirap e, mahal na kita dati pa. Kung bakit kasi ikaw pa! Ang dami-dami naman diyan na puwedeng mahalin. Kailan ko lang kasi nalaman na malalim na pala ang nararamdaman ko sa iyo. Nahulog na pala ko, hindi ko pa alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong ipinanganak ka nung December 26, 1985. Alam ko ring 3:15 na nang madaling araw nung lumabas ka sa tiyan ng nanay mo. Sa Mandaluyong pa nga yon, hindi ba? Tapos bininyagan ka pagkatapos ng tatlong araw. Kung paano ko nalaman? Binigay lang sa akin ng isang mabuting kaibigan ang kopya ng birth certificate mo. Ganoon ako ka-weirdo. Ganoon ko sineryoso ang lahat. Nais ko lang kasi malaman kung kailan isinilang ang taong nagnakaw ng puso ko. Gusto kitang ipakulong at sentensyahan ng kamatayan. Kaya lang huli na, mukhang tuluyan mo nang naitakbo ang pusong ninakaw mo. Huli na ng dumating ang mga parak para hulihin ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko rin ang dahilan kung bakit ang nickname mo ay "Sting." Dahil ang kuwento sa akin ng kapitbahay niyo, nung nasa tiyan ka pa lang nanay mo tinusok daw siya ng isang makamandag na bubuyog. Nahirapan pa nga akong magpakuwento sa kanya dahil kinailangan ko pa siyang ilibre ng merienda para marami akong malaman tungkol sa iyo. Tignan mo nga naman! Paborito mong kulay? Pula at itim. Dahil sabi mo nga, "mapusok at nakakatakot." Bagay na bagay sa katauhan mo. Siya nga pala, tamang maging ‘Sting’ ang palayaw mo. Dahil para sa akin, isa kang bubuyog na tumusok sa puso ko kaya tuluyang nawalan na ng katas para umibig pa sa iba. Mapusok ka talaga…malupit pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabisado ko rin ang numero ng telepono niyo at alam ko rin na dalawang beses kayo nagpalit ng numero dahil lagi kayong pinuputakti ng mga "prank callers." Yun bang mga taong tumatawag pero hindi naman nagsasalita. Sige, dahil hindi mo naman alam kung sino ako, sasabihin ko na ang totoo. Hindi yun "prank callers," ako yun. Lagi akong tumatawag sa inyo pero dahil ikaw lagi ang nakakasagot, umuurong ang dila ko at pinagpapawisan ako ng malagkit na nagdudulot ng pagbaba ng telepono. Hindi ko intensyon pero paulit-ulit na nangyayari. Hindi ko lang talaga magawang kausapin ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami talaga akong alam. Magmula sa mga embarrassing moments mo hanggang sa mga unforgettable moments. Kabisado ko lahat pati pangalan ng aso niyo. Alam ko rin na bago ka tumuloy sa classroom nyo ay dumadaan ka lagi sa CR para ipusod ang buhok mo dahil ayaw mong makita ka nilang nakalugay. Maganda ka naman e. Kahit nga gulo-gulo ang buhok mo, pinangarap ko pa ring makasama ka. Pagkatapos ng pagtuloy sa CR ay ang pag-inom mo sa fountain. Araw-araw yon, lagi kong nakikita at kahit kailan hindi ka pa naka-miss sa attendance mo doon. Meron pa nga akong mga litrato mo. May nakangiti, may malungkot, may nagbabasa, may nakatagilid at meron ding nakatalikod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabisado ko rin ang daan papunta sa inyo. Sa araw-araw ba naman kitang sinusundan tuwing uwian. Kabisado ko rin ang mga reaksyon mo, pati nga pagkunot mo ng noo, kabisado ko na rin. Alam na alam ko rin ang tunog ng boses mo. Alam na alam ko lahat at alam ko rin na hindi mo ako gaanong kakilala. Nakikita kita lagi at alam kong nakikita mo rin ako araw-araw, depende na lang kung sa iba ka tumitingin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang trabaho ko ng buong taon. Masdan ka, tignan ang mga ginagawa mo, panoorin ka...yun lang. Buong taon yon. Sabi nila grabe daw ako magmahal. Kulang na lang daw e tumalon ako sa isang building para sa iyo. Na kung tutuusin ay kayang-kaya kong gawin ngayon pero ayaw kong gawin dahil baka hindi na kita makita. Kung alam lang nila kung paano ko nagdurusa. Kung alam lang nila na ayoko rin na mahalin ka dahil alam kong masasaktan lang ako. Kung alam lang nila na ayokong umasa. Kung alam lang nila kung paano ko gustong patayin ang nararamdaman ko para sayo. Pero ewan ko... ewan ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngayon inaamin ko, sinusundan pa rin kita. Wala lang. Dahil naiinip na ko sa pagtingin sa mga litrato mong kahit kailan hindi naman gagalaw. Bakit kasi hindi puwedeng pumili ang tao ng mamahalin nya?! Yun bang tipong hindi ko na kailangan gawin to! Yun bang hindi ko na kailangang maghirap para mapansin mo! Baliw na siguro ko… Oo nga. Siguro nga. Pero alam mo, habang tinitignan kita sa malayo at isinusulat ko ito… naisip ko, wala na kong magagawa. Kung mahal talaga kita...mananatili pa rin ako... Nandito sa tabi-tabi....nagmamasid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/article.khtml?sid=3870"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nagmamasid...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; by anino_sa_dilim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110611207123257894?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peyups.com/article.khtml?sid=3870' title='*Sigh* (From Peyups.. btw is this legal?)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110611207123257894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110611207123257894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110611207123257894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110611207123257894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/01/sigh-from-peyups-btw-is-this-legal.html' title='*Sigh* (From Peyups.. btw is this legal?)'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110552505850706914</id><published>2005-01-12T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:17:38.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me anything baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;January 11,2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Terence,&lt;br /&gt;               san site mo nakuha ung poem?!....la lang...astig kc...&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;          -&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:-rochelle_sulla@yahoo.com"&gt;rochelle_sulla@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:rochelle_sulla@yahoo.com"&gt;rochelle_sulla@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;                                wow.. my very first question. (oo ito nga ang una, despite all the denial) and it came from a classmate.. how sad. Yung sagot, even worse, Ginoogle ko lng ung title and ung URL ay &lt;a href="http://www.gayuniverse.com/personals/wky_messages/11635.html"&gt;www.gayuniverse.com/personals/wky_messages/11635.html&lt;/a&gt;. I know you'll enjoy that site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110552505850706914?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110552505850706914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110552505850706914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110552505850706914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110552505850706914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/01/ask-me-anything-baby_12.html' title='Ask me anything baby!'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110552382438343485</id><published>2005-01-12T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T17:57:04.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of a Changing Jerk</title><content type='html'>Hindi ko na kaya pa.. mapang-asar at mapang-bara lng siguro talga ako. Alam niyo ba kung how many times I kept myself from saying "Wala kang pake", "Di ka kasali dito", "Di kita kinakausap", "HAHAHA! CORNY MO!" and "wala ako sa mood.." and avoided being sarcastic in the past few days. Pero just like smoking, ito lang ung tinatawag nilang "3 day hump" kasi in the first three days mo lng mararamdaman ung urge and if you get past those three days without smoking... you're officially off the stuff. Siguro kaya mahirap magbago kasi nasanay na akong ganito since high school and... ewan ko, masaya mang-asar at manabla. First of all, why am I trying to change? I'm not doing it for anyone Hmmm... kasi masyado nang maraming masamang tao sa mundo and I don't want to be one of them... A OO!. I'm not saying na hindi ako mabait ngayon, I try to help naman everyone that asks for help from me hmm.. well  bahala na.. kahit namn anong mangyari... everything will turm out ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110552382438343485?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110552382438343485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110552382438343485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110552382438343485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110552382438343485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/01/thoughts-of-changing-jerk.html' title='Thoughts of a Changing Jerk'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110526162418085923</id><published>2005-01-09T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T20:41:36.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pare-parehas lang sila..</title><content type='html'>Poem na nakita ko sa net. Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought you were different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this world there is trouble all around us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people hurt, confused, lonely, different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I?ve heard your cries for acceptance and tolerance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To me it doesn?t matter whether you?re black, white, yellow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;male, female, rich, poor, religious or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or whether you are gay or straight, educated or never finished your grade 12. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see I like people for what?s in their heart and soul, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I accept the whole person, not just the parts I want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I try not to judge others, and in return I hope they do the same?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but here I am, disappointed once again because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really thought you were different,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes I thought you were my friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was always open to discussion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even after you called it the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You shut the door without explanation, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you left my heart to bleed dry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But slowly I am healing and will recover, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for you no more tears will I cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You judged me harshly and cut me down, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not accepting or having tolerance for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You talked to others about me when I wasnt around, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have removed my blinders and now unfortunately I see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am saddened now cause my faith in people is much weaker, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don?t really trust and am very frightened to share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its unfortunate because my views have shifted, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I wish I was colder without the capacity to care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But?.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What goes around comes back around and goes around again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though I know it?s wrong of me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look forward to it friend?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pain you cause, the trust you break, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the judgment that you cast. &lt;div align="center"&gt;the way others have from your hurtful past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So review your life and change your ways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and think of others first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will return to you and make you feel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or you may find yourself all alone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;preparing for the worst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110526162418085923?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110526162418085923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110526162418085923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110526162418085923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110526162418085923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/01/pare-parehas-lang-sila.html' title='Pare-parehas lang sila..'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110517551322901418</id><published>2005-01-08T16:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T17:27:57.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny...</title><content type='html'>Dahil wala akong masulat tingnan niyo n lng ung blog na ito: &lt;a href="http://chona.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://chona.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ... sobrang Astig with the capital A. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110517551322901418?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://chona.blogspot.com/' title='Funny...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110517551322901418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110517551322901418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110517551322901418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110517551322901418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/01/funny.html' title='Funny...'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110509089718461344</id><published>2005-01-07T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T19:24:01.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me anything baby!</title><content type='html'>I just put up a question and answer thingy sa blog.. feel free to ask questions and I'll try to answer them all. Yun lng. And may phone na pala ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110509089718461344?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110509089718461344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110509089718461344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110509089718461344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110509089718461344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2005/01/ask-me-anything-baby.html' title='Ask me anything baby!'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110422294848178088</id><published>2004-12-28T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T16:35:48.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again again again...</title><content type='html'>ulit na naman sa skin.. sobrang gloomy nung dating skin eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110422294848178088?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110422294848178088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110422294848178088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110422294848178088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110422294848178088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2004/12/again-again-again.html' title='Again again again...'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230760.post-110378757527922244</id><published>2004-12-25T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T16:35:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbish</title><content type='html'>*I wish our Christmas Vacation was a wee bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nilagayan ko ng background music yung blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Learned that life is like a journey through a long dark tunnel. That there's no use in worrying about things that we don't know. That we should just expect the unexpected and everything will turn out OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sira pa rin ung PC namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thank you to all the people who gave me presents this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230760-110378757527922244?l=squirmyternie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/feeds/110378757527922244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230760&amp;postID=110378757527922244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110378757527922244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230760/posts/default/110378757527922244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyternie.blogspot.com/2004/12/rubbish.html' title='Rubbish'/><author><name>Terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796797064441537080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/ternzlng/f138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
