<?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-8585643236990995375</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:37:36.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morbid Hallucinations</title><subtitle type='html'>The Exaggerations of Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dhomzkie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585643236990995375.post-6040898099091122215</id><published>2007-11-17T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:27:17.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accent</title><content type='html'>We always criticized other people on what their accents are..some people tend to immediately withdrawn others because they felt that they dont belong to their group. for an instance, tagalog people always had this prejudism against visayan people when speaking in english..so when i was reading some stuffs on the net today i found&lt;br /&gt;some ways to change your accents which i got from: http://linguistlist.org/ask-ling/accent.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, if you do decide you have good reasons for changing your accent, and you want to put in some effort these are some things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Identify the accent you want to speak.&lt;br /&gt;    * Expose yourself to the accent you want as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;    * Try to get some friends who speak with the accent you want.&lt;br /&gt;    * Try to make sure you are not mixing with people who will criticise you for changing your accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what is recommended as a method by one of our panelists, Suzette Hayden Elgin. If you do this, it is best to choose recordings of someone of your own gender.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I suggest the following procedure, which has worked very well for many people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       1. Get a cassette tape of someone who speaks English with the accent that you would like to have, at least twenty minutes long.&lt;br /&gt;       2. Listen to the entire tape all the way through once or twice, just to become familiar with its content. Don't write it down or try to memorize it.&lt;br /&gt;       3. Listen to a brief sequence -- just a sentence or two. Rewind the tape to the beginning of that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;       4. Say the sentence aloud _with_ the tape. Don't repeat it after the tape as is done in traditional foreign language courses -- speak with the speaker. Don't worry about making mistakes, just do your best to speak simultaneously with the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;       5. Rewind to the beginning of the sentence and do this again, several times. (Ten times is not too many.)&lt;br /&gt;       6. Move to the next sentence and do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;       7. 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title='Accent'/><author><name>Dhomzkie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585643236990995375.post-665082291268764590</id><published>2007-01-25T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T01:07:54.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/dhomz/sig-draker17.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made by someone from a filipino forum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/dhomz/dhomzkieer.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made by a 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all but i got some bad comments from the professors...they kept on telling me that I didn't study very well ...almost all of them told me that..i didn't take it as a treat but a challenge...the profs just maybe reminding me that i have something more to give..and i think it was a good sign..i promised that i study more next semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night, i tried to read my neuroanatomy photocopies...hehehe..i didnt have a book on this because i didnt have enough money to buy those three books..i'm starting reading to refresh some forgotten details..and i must say that i appreaciated reading it now than the first time i read it..i never understood that book before....since it's sembreak's time, i had one thing to do ...i need to work better...i'm planning to buy a new uniforms, bag and shoes...i'm preparing those things for my internship so i dont have to worry to buy them by the end of the next semester..you know, i'm really excited to be an intern...i will be able to meet new friends from other schools and i want to experience the intern's syndrome...i think that will be exciting...having a love affair to someone from other school for a month..it depends on both of you if you still try to go on a relationship...am i ready for that? maybe next year i can answer it ..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next semester is said to be the hardest subjects that the pt stude will be taken...this includes prosthetics/orthothics, therpeutic exercises for neurological cases, seminars on orthopedic cases, and review of all modalities and exercises tackled...i think i can manage to survive the next year's subjects because i will really do my best this time...one thing for sure..i need to be one of the contestants of the school for the next PT Quiz Bee...i will really want to be in the group..i'm excited for the next sem but also sad for my classmates who failed in the last semester's subject..i will miss them..but that's life anyway..i told them to study well..but you know i can't blamed the professors they tried their best for them but the school's protected excellent in the failed of pt should be maintained...they were give second chances but still thier efforts were not good to satisfy the profs and to meet the school's standard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585643236990995375-4807017555907430756?l=dhomzkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/feeds/4807017555907430756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8585643236990995375&amp;postID=4807017555907430756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/4807017555907430756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/4807017555907430756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/2007/01/classcard-was-released-and-im-not-that_25.html' title='Sembreak'/><author><name>Dhomzkie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585643236990995375.post-3228490455964505846</id><published>2007-01-25T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:48:39.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's been awhile since i posted my last entry.. .because of my busy schedules, I couldn't log-in here to do things I usually did..anyway, i'm on big trouble last week because of the prelim test..the first test on monday was therapeutic exarcises...the test was not good as I expected...i prefered it to be easy and i thought i could manage to answer the questions..but when i recieved the test questions, i felt like i was a ship sunking that there's no any means to float again..the test was really hard... I hadn't any idea that it will look like we're assessing a patient and giving a proper therapeutic exercises and it should be written in english as well as the instructions...i didnt have any trouble writing it on english but the fact that it was a case analysis, all the thngs that i reviewed last night were useless..not just only me but almost all of us were'nt expected to be like it..i think, this thing will be more easy if it was a practical test..because i didnt have any choice but to answer it, i did it as much as i know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;tuesday, test were about Organization and Administraton and Medical Foundation and Techniques 1...well, not that bad except for the last test in ORAD which because of my overconfidence, i had trouble answering it..the doctor told us one again: "this is the easiest test i ever did here"..well, he always thought that we're not able to answer it well..i didnt have any problem about his test anyway..wednesday test was medical foundation and techniques 3..wtf..this was the test that i will surely fail not because i hadnt reviewed but because i didnt follow the proper instructions,,,but you know, i think the doctor should consider what i did on my test paper..she just announced what were going to do on the test..because of my increase adrenaline to answer the test, i forgot that the answer on the true or false shouldn't be a or b but instead T or F..haaay, its just that im still an optimistic person that i hadn't hard time to accept that this prelim, i failed on this subject because of my carelessness..she even told me : "you still have your midterm"thursday test was electrotherapy, it was an 80 item test by two professors..the first one was about russian current..i'm not that well read about it but i did my best on the test..the test was checked after we answered it, i got 27 out of 40 on the first test..only one had passed the test which is 30..but it's ok..i'm second to the highest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;we hadnt recieved the last test because there's an emergency in the second prof..he needed to address it first..that's why till now..we still have 2 tests..one for therepeutic exercises 2 covering the upper extrmities and electrotherapy covering the interferential current..friday, the test was on seminar..one of the hardest test i ever answered...while answering it, i keep asking myself where in hell they got this test..i even didnt read this in the 3 heaviest book in the world..i read the 3 books as much as i could but the questions which i thought the questions will be taken form the 3 books..i hadnt read some terms used in the test that i could find in the books..haaay, why some doctors do it?..you know, i can answer the test if all of them was disccused in the class..that's one thing that the student like us should learn according to them...not all the thing we discussed in front of the class, was all written in the books..you still need to read your books..saturday test was pharmacology...the first test was i think the easiest test i had answered for this prelim tests as long you read the books cover by cover..the most important was that you read a lot..and that's one thing that i usually do because sometimes the prefessors were too intimidating that they thought we hadn't good as the succeeding batches...the second test was a hell,,,he didnt even discussed the test but he was able to make an exam where in hell he got it...we didnt even know some of medical terminilogies used..for the second time they answered: read your books and dont be dependent on what your professors teaching you..dont just be satisfied on it..you must explore..you must discover because only 5 % of the knowledge of what we teach will be acquired by you but in self reading you can acquired 95% 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title='Hardship'/><author><name>Dhomzkie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585643236990995375.post-3470814777551692682</id><published>2007-01-25T00:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:45:12.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF Quiz Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; i want you to tell a story about what happened last time in PLM's 41'st foundation day...since it was our foundation day, we had'nt class and as usual as part of the CPT we had to attend the opening ceremony because the College had to check our attendance..so we're there..supporting the college in all games we joined..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the day before the foundation day, my classmate, the CPT student council president asked me to join the quiz bee board game or what they wanted to call it as a college representative to the game..actually, i really didnt want to join because it's been 4 years since the last time i joined a quiz bee and that's way back my fourth year in high school..because they couldnt chose anyone to be a representative they pleased me to join and finally i agreed for the reason that i had to rehearse my memory again in competing a quiz bee like this..since she told me that the questions that will be asked we're in general knowledge..before i agreed, i told her that i didnt want to review for that and i let just my mind answer the quiestions that will be asked..and she said "ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the quiz bee should start around 11 but in wtf they started it at 2pm..my classmates didnt want to go home because they wanted to support me in the game...there were 11 colleges in plm who participated in the game...i was assigned to be the contestant number 2..the college of nursing was the contestant number 1..wtf, you know they had'nt a good mechanics in the game..they didnt even do the human board game as visible for the participants..actually, i supposed to win the game...i got the highest score because i almost answered most of the questions ...in every questions they will gave you freebies and i had 12 freebies in all..the college of nursing just got 5 but he won the game..how did he win it?the game was like a snake and ladder and you're going to throw a man made dice and answer the questions asked..for me, its actually a nice game but the over all facilitation of it was a mess..the rules hadnt followed and at the last minute of the game, they almost asked all the questions that they hadnt any questions to ask anymore..so the game wasnt became a mind game but a luck game...its more of luck..i got the final lead but at the last phase of the game, i hadnt notice that there's a ladder in that number and wasnt able to go up in that ladder to win the game..but the college of nursing,saw the ladder on that number and was able to jump up...that sucks right..because no one looked to every numbers the participants were standing on..since i hadnt notice it, i hadnt won the game but i almost had all the freebies and gave those to my classmates for giving their support...i actually wanted to quit the game but my classmates wouldnt let me..because it made me feel boring and i just sat down to numbers ..i hadnt feel any momentum on that quiz bee..it was really a mess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585643236990995375-3470814777551692682?l=dhomzkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585643236990995375.post-2478260518430457897</id><published>2007-01-25T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:42:11.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its been awhile since the last day i logged in..i've been busy to lot of things...research papers,school works and other stuffs which are all of them are school related. i cant sleep well at night..i 'm thinking too many things every night like what i'm going to do tomorrow? will i pass the quiz again? do i have to read rather than thinking something which making me awake? do i need to prove something to my professors? do i want to be in the board placer?...its' really hard..i'm thinking that i'm really serious about my studies too much that what is inside my mind right now are adductor magnus,tensor fascia latae,sural nerve,brachial plexus,cerebral palsy,multiples sclerosis...man!! am i being paranoid?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i usually woke 5 am, went to school at 6:30..i'll be in school around 8 and went home around 6-8 pm..this is my daily routine since the last christmas break..i went home tired..i took a bath, ate my dinner and read my books to prepare for the quizzes tomorrow..i slept around 12-1 am..i'm tired of my routine but i love what i'm doing...i'm always on a rush that even when chelle wanted to see me last time, i couldn't even give myself a break...well, as long as i want what im doing it's ok...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i entered school on the first day of this year, my professor told me that they chose me to represent the school for the quiz bee. i was assigned to be the team captain of the quiz bee...wtf..i told them that i cant do it because i am thinking that the 5th year will be with us in the quiz bee...and atlast they assigned the 5th years to be the team captains..i'm not ready to be in that position right now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we had only 2 weeks to review and because each years had different schedules, we had troubled meeting each other and the professors also had troubled to look for us during the review session..we hadnt reviewed too much anyway ...we had 1-2 hours review every other day in the first week and 2 hours review in the last week before the competition..the PLM team composed of 2 groups..i'm from the Team 1 which i had with me the 2 5th year students,,ate grace and teod and a third year representative ervin..teod who is one of the smartest PT student in the whole Philippines..he hadn't time for the review because he was on his duty in MORO(a sports clinic in ADMU).. He hadnt reviewed anything at all..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the compitetion was held yesterday in University of Santo Tomas..the judges were from PRC-Physical Therapy Board Members..they were really brilliant..the other universites were from De Lasalle-Dasma, UP, Fatima, UE, St. Jude,UST,PRI and some known PTschools in Metro Manila..well and my beloved school was also there..the quiz bee was on its 4th year and PLM had been reigning the Championship for 2 consecutive years..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew, UST studes were good and i think they were just lucky these year to get the championship...actually, it was all my fault that we hadnt got it..somehow,it was my fault..cause during the final round we're on the lead against DLSU and UST... the only problem was that i knew the question too much and that was the time that we're on the double jeopardy round that if we couldnt get it we lost half of our score and i failed to do it...technicality speaking my answer was correct but the drawing made it incorrect..i was down yesterday but you know my buddies were very supportive as well as my professors...but they told me that it was ok atleast we still managed to be in the 2nd place against UST..DLSU wasnt able to get the last place..but the DLSU studes were really good and friendly..i liked them than UST...anyway, some of our professors were also teaching in DLSU-dasma that's why somehow they were nice...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still have 2 quizzes tomorrow and hadnt read my books...we had&lt;/em&gt; another practical exam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585643236990995375-2478260518430457897?l=dhomzkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585643236990995375.post-6978597724021441793</id><published>2006-12-29T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:45:31.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DarkSide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once I knew the DARK,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking the room unlight,&lt;br /&gt;Falling in one SIDE,&lt;br /&gt;Giving all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the wind blows,&lt;br /&gt;I opened my heart windows,&lt;br /&gt;But it stops beating,&lt;br /&gt;My heart suddenly glaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my eyes see the light,&lt;br /&gt;The SIDE lightened up by fireflies,&lt;br /&gt;My mind opens a new life,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have to forget the bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I have to forget,&lt;br /&gt;But I knew I’ll never regret,&lt;br /&gt;That DarkSide once my life,&lt;br /&gt;One of my treasure till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585643236990995375-6978597724021441793?l=dhomzkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/feeds/6978597724021441793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8585643236990995375&amp;postID=6978597724021441793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/6978597724021441793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/6978597724021441793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/2006/12/darkside.html' title='DarkSide'/><author><name>Dhomzkie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585643236990995375.post-4324862670349472410</id><published>2006-12-29T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:25:03.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories (my memories in the place where i was born)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;when i was a kid...when the rain comes...me and my friends try to prepare a paper and made a boat out of it...then we put in the canal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in province, i remembered that we played "tumbang preso"..iyong taya ay iyong childhood sweetheart ko at nahuli niya ako then both of us run until we fell in the ground..she got a big bruise on her knee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered when i think i was in grade 5...me and my childhood sweetheart were playing badminton when suddenly a guy told her that he wanted her so much....she told the guy that she had already a special someone and she looked at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my childhood sweetheart were in their house...we're playing and watching tv ..then we went out in their balcony and we saw the beautiful clouds outside..then she gave me a cheeze sandwich and juice while watching the clouds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my father went to the river just near in the house of my grandpa...as we crossed the bridge, my slippers fell on the river...and the boys who where swimming that time get my pair of slippers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my cousin went to the river ...we saw some fishermen...we watched them and helped them to catch fishes...then they gave me 2 fishes...i think they were tilapias...i went home and asked my mom to cook it for me..i had the wonderful meal that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.when i was a kid, me and my friends loved to play tagu-taguan..i always climbed in the trees with my friend thinking that the tree was the best place to hide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i was just 5 year old that tym...when we played in my neighbor's garden...i think we're playing bahay-bahayan...we're 5 boys and 3 girls when suddenly their pig went out in their kulungan(cage)..we were so afraid that we cried so loud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.me and my friends always bragged about the cartoons that we watched..and try to imitate the moves of those cartoons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were playing in my neighbor's house...it was a big house actually..we went to the attic..it was so very hot in their attic and we found out some old peso coins and get it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered when my grandpa asked me and my cousins to went to his kumpare's house near the river...we always loved to go there because..we loved to swim in the river..then his kumpare's son told us to drink beer na beer...and i think i was 9 year old when i got drunk for the first time of my life..my cousins told me that speak emglish most of the time when i'm drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585643236990995375-4324862670349472410?l=dhomzkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/feeds/4324862670349472410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8585643236990995375&amp;postID=4324862670349472410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/4324862670349472410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/4324862670349472410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/2006/12/memories-my-memories-in-place-where-i.html' title='memories (my memories in the place where i was born)'/><author><name>Dhomzkie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585643236990995375.post-4320563436635435830</id><published>2006-12-29T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:50:19.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/dhomz/20169025554421l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;in unexpected day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;when my life is down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sent from above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;to make my world go round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;with her smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;memories of past suddenly gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;with her is my happiest moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;with her i pray for a new day to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;with my own breath of air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;with my own soul that care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;give you all the love to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my life is incomplete without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my angel, my treasure forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585643236990995375-4320563436635435830?l=dhomzkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/feeds/4320563436635435830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8585643236990995375&amp;postID=4320563436635435830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/4320563436635435830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/4320563436635435830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/2006/12/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>Dhomzkie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585643236990995375.post-2357890938801555972</id><published>2006-12-29T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:14:38.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Makes You Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;suddenly i feel depress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i really hate this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;damn it make me really sad when i think about something that i should forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i really hate when im in the middle of the crowd and because i remember a similar situation..it suddenly bang my head,enter my mind and my heart pounding so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i really hate it when i went home and i dont feel what im going to do next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i really hate when i see my friend asking an advice about that shitty feeling and i suddenly i feel that f*%k feelin again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;it kicks my ass so hard that i want to die shoutin just to release it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;damn...i changed a lot since that heartbreaking night...it made me different...im not this kind of person before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;..love really makes you a different person..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585643236990995375-2357890938801555972?l=dhomzkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2357890938801555972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8585643236990995375&amp;postID=2357890938801555972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/2357890938801555972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/2357890938801555972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-makes-you-different.html' title='Love Makes You Different'/><author><name>Dhomzkie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585643236990995375.post-4895589404451665390</id><published>2006-12-29T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:10:46.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Look Like One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i always thought why i act as a matured person though im not really in the stage of my maturity...ok i'm 19 years old ...for other people im still young and i really look young...though i act like that ..some people thought that i'm not acting at my real age...pfffttt...yeah i do...i dont know if its just coincidence or my mind gets double maturity than my physical body...why i'm asking this?...it gives me trouble...not an interpersonal trouble but trouble to my own self...i cant stop myself from thinking those things and acting that way...it's kinda weird...maybe im just have the power of adoptation...i can adopt to many things to many instances at the same time...i'm matured if im talking to a person older than me and be childish if talking to a person younger than me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;~~~~~~good disposition...that's what my mentor told me...do i have? yeah...maybe...you know i look like a simple guy or maybe a simple kid hanging on the mall...waiting in the shed ....or reading a book...a usual guy that you saw everyday but somehow..other people think that their first impression on me..."he's kind of person that wont harm you"..yeah i know im harmless...i remembered the day that i was held up in timog....my boss asked me why i dont look like i was held up? ...i just said. "i never regret that the holdaper did it..i'm just glad he didnt kill me.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;~~~~~~im good in pleasing a person...my friend told me that you are a big asset to a telemarketing or real estate because of my P.R. thing....and i think about it...really? ..maybe that's one thing why a friend asked advices and kept secrets to me...but i really dont know ...for me...that's me...its natural to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;~~~~~~you cant please anyone to be your friend...though i tried sometimes...there are people who cant be your friend...for me, its ok..i can live without them as long they wont hurt me...but you know i feel bad when they dont like me...i feel that there's something about me that is wrong...you cant please anyoone to be your friend ..i cant force myself to be liked by other people...if they couldnt accept who i am...its ok...just dont be a backfighter...so we dont have any problems about it...&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/8585643236990995375-4895589404451665390?l=dhomzkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/feeds/4895589404451665390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8585643236990995375&amp;postID=4895589404451665390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/4895589404451665390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/4895589404451665390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-i-look-like-one.html' title='Do I Look Like One?'/><author><name>Dhomzkie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585643236990995375.post-6709916711456504017</id><published>2006-12-29T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:00:46.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Immortal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i was alone last night, just watching tv and drinking 2 bottles of redhorse...im not a frequent drinker i just got that beer from my cousins outside having there wondrous dringking session again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i couldnt find a better channel to watch and so i decided to watch a concert of evanescence on tv...and then the music went on, still staring at the tv when they sang their "my immortal" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;song ....geee., i felt like there's an electricity passing from my toe till the last strand of my hair..i never heard a song as true as my immortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i was stucked on the tv...my eyes were looking to the concert but my mind was overflowing of emotions...&lt;strong&gt;guilt foolishness unsatisfied immaturity and envy&lt;/strong&gt; that was the first time, a song seems to be burned by fire of those emotions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i feel depressed all of a sudden ...thinking i'm being bad,dishonest and careless thinking some instances of my life that someone(most) treated me as precious as what i treated the one whose holding my heart...i knew to myself i'm being ignorant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;then the song came to an end...i stand, opened my cabinet and look for my wallet...the wallet that shows the only hope of my existence as of now..why i wanted to live...why i wanted to graduate...why i wanted to fulfill what i want in life...why i cant even stare to the person which gave her to me...why i cant do it? why i cant?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i saw the picture...and kissed it...i guess that's part of a plan by someone above giving an Angel to continue my journey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585643236990995375-6709916711456504017?l=dhomzkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/feeds/6709916711456504017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8585643236990995375&amp;postID=6709916711456504017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/6709916711456504017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/6709916711456504017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-immortal.html' title='My Immortal'/><author><name>Dhomzkie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585643236990995375.post-2238542691337945844</id><published>2006-12-29T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:32:16.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Ilocos with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This happened last year during our community project in candon, ilocos sur. I became their instructor in basic html and web designing with my other friends. I met this girl...well its not our first meeting...I met here before in a un info quiz bee in manila science high school where I and her became contestants of our own respective schools. I won the quiz bee but she failed to be on the top ten. We had a small chit chat before and she became my students in that computer program of rotary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Her friends were always told me that she liked me but i didn't believe to them. I knw they're just kidding but all of it started there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;one afternoon after she finished her hands on, i was able to met his bf. Her friends told me that i look like her bf but we're not. He's taller than me but im cutier than him.hehehehe I Let her went home becuase she's sick that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A month after, we had our candon trip.During the trip we became so much closed to each other. I felt that she became my gf in the whole trip. The the trip lasted for one week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I remember the time that we're on the pool and in the slides together with the daughter of the congressman who sponsored the trip.We looked like we were family...with our daughter...heheheh. I remember the night when we're having a conversation because it was the last night of our trip. We're staring at the stars and we saw falling stars. It was so romantic that night which full of lies and ignorance that both of us have our own relationship after the trip. I had a gf that time and she had her bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;She bought a t shirt for her bf and she thought that me and his bf have the same body..and she saw me bought a bracelet and hankie for my gf...i really didnt know what to think of it? our stares to each other made me think that all was just a game....after the night, we moved apart not seeing each other for a long time....no more news...no more texts...just silent goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585643236990995375-2238542691337945844?l=dhomzkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/feeds/2238542691337945844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Wala pala ako rito noong pasko...paano kasi binawi ko yung 2 araw kong walang tulog para naman ma energize ako or else baka overfatigue ang labas ko at lalong lumalala..buti na lang never pa ako na overfatigue pero nagkaroon lang ng muscular manifestation ng overfatigue before at na overcome ko yun sa pagrecharge ko ulit syempre sa pamamagitan ng pagtulog..as of now wala pa namang total body fatigue..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so noong 24,nasa bahay lang ako , nakahilata sa bed, kain at tulog tapos nood dvd at kung ano pang palabas na pwedeng mapanood sa animax,hero channel,hbo or star movies..hayun, puro sermon ni mama, wala daw akong ginagawa pero deadma lang ako ganun naman talaga yun eh..hanggang inabutan ako ng 12 midnite at nood lang ng tv pero pasko na nun...syempre walang unlimited sa smart kaya globe ako nagload pero may load yung smart at tinxt ko yung mga pwedeng itxt sa smart at binati..sa globe naman todo txt ako sa mga kaklase at kaibigan at kakilala..bago mag 12 ng midnite,tulog n sila lahat kaya ako lang nag noche buena pero wala naman pagkain..kaunti lang naman..kinakain ko ng cheese sandwich at juice lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos nung day na iyon, busy ako katxt..katxt ko yung bestfriend ng kababata na nakita ko lang pictures at cam sa yahoo messenger..wla lang namiss siguro ako kaya malamang pinili pa niyang gamitin ang globe niya kaysa smart at itxt ako kaysa sa bf niya..ewan ko kung may bf nga yun pero tingin ko meron nga...ayaw pa aminin sa akin na ako lang naman ktxt niya sa globe galit nga raw bf niya kung bakit siya nag globe...pero she was really a nice girl...yung mga type ko ring girls..ako nagtitiwala ako sa insticnt ko na gusto niya ako...she wont waste her time texting me 24/7 para magkamustuhan lang...sa akin oks lang yun tutal wala naman akong love interest at besides single ako eh kasi naman po, 3 na sila nagparamdam at nagkabf na lahat di man lang ako kumagat sa gusto nila...minsan naiisip ko na napakalaking oportunidad pero wala eh, tamad pa ako pero minsan gusto ko din ..gulo noh...kala niya lasing ako eh nahuli ko tuloy siya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noong kinabuksan, busy naman ako..punta kami ng younger sis sa ninang niya..tapos ikot dun at ganun..uso kasi rito sa maynila yung ninang talaga nagbibigay ng pamasko..ako wala naman inaanak, ayaw kasi ako gawing ninong kuripot daw pero may gusto ng kunin akong ninong pero wala pa asawa..kelan kaya yun? hehehe..di man lang ako nakahingi ng pamasko, di nga umabot sa 1000 pesos ang nakuha kong pera.. pero oks lang kaya tinago ko muna kasi paayos ko yung isang cp ko para magamit ko na lahat ng sim cards ko..dun nga ginanap sa bahay yung pagtitipon ng kapamilya..andun mga pinsan at tita, tito ko..no choice..inaayos pa yung bahay sa kabila eh kaya dun sila magstay sa amin pero uuwi rin ginagabihan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayun,inuman,kuwentuhan,nood dvd,asaran at ano ano pa..masaya talaga kasi kapag pasko nagkikita lahat..actualy, di yun dahil bday ni jesus christ kundi dahil bday yun ng lola ko kaya nagcelebrate kami ng ganun pero part of it siguro yun na din...natawa pa ako kasi tinatanong ko si tito...yung tito kong yun di kami close dati pero nung nag college na ako ...ako na ata ang pinakmamahal nung pamangkin..wala pa kasing asawa eh puro may anak..nasa lahi talaga ang ganyang bagay..sinabi kasi ng papa ko na mas gusto ko raw si tito kaysa kanya..nagdrama si papa eh noh pero wala yung pabiro lang..5 kaming nag-iinuman nun tapos lasing na si papa..kulit nun malasing amp kaya guwardiyado ko kapag ganun..baka ano pa gawin eh..hayun natapos din ang gabi ng puno ng kasiyahan sa aming mga puso...humirit pa ako sa kantahan kasi nagvideoke kami eh...masaya naman at planong sa kabila na mag new year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585643236990995375.post-4229110690442089829</id><published>2006-12-29T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:39:38.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>54 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;haaay, yun nga kaya di ako nakatulog for more than 2 days....paano kasi yun ang response nga ng katawan ko kapag di ako nakatulog..grabe noh..kapag di ako nakakatulog mas lalong nahihirapan akong di makatulog...pero i didnt take any coffee or what to make me awake..ganun talaga ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, hayun mula buong araw nasa bahay ako ng mentor...nagwork..nanakit nga yung kamay ko at minsan naiisip ko na nagkakaroon na ako ng overuse or cumulatative disorder..which is he second most common carpal tunnel syndrome na common sa tulad nating mga internet users at iba bang work na gumagamit ng kamay (purposeful gripping fo the hand)...ang nangyayari kasi yung median nerve na nagpass dun sa wrist area natin nacompress...ang carpal tunnel yan yung part ng wrist natin volarly(ibig sabahin yung part ng palm natin mas mataas pa dun) andun nagpass ang arteries natin nerves na kung saan superficial masyado ang median nerve...kaya ang manifestations ay nanakit ang kamay natin lalo na yung thumb,ring at middle.. tapos nakakaramdam tayo na parang kinukuryente na sensation sa part na yun...tapos narelieve yung pain when we shake our hands (flick test)...eh ganun nga ang nanagyayari sa akin nga kaya alam kong nasa mild pa lang naman at di namn ako usually nagcomputer..kapag severe cases,surgery na yung ginagawa yun ang tinatawag na carpal tunnel release...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun nga, pagkatapos ko sa haus ni sir, i went to old office to get the computer...which is in quezon city...tapos nagtravel ako hanggang san andres manila to give to marlon itong computer...nagkalabuan pa kaming dalawa dahil nga nalowbat ang cp ko...buti na lang at nabigay ko on time at ok naman...tapos..pumunta ako sa haus ng ate ko..tapos sinama ako na magshopping for my other siblings...di ko sinabing puyat ako kasi pagagalitan ako..kaya sumama ako tapos sabi niya sa akin bat daw parang ang dungis ko..kaya hayun nag-ayos ako ng konti at sinabi ko..rugged look yan..hehehehe..di ba nag-ol pa ako..na kina marlon ako..may internet connection kasi si mokong pero di niya binabayaran dahl pintatangal niya yung smart bro niya pero ayaw tanggalin...amp yan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos nun nakipagkulitan pa ako dito..ala na akong magawa nun..pero alam ko pa rin yung mga kausap ko sa sb pati yung pinagsasabi ko..naman di naman ako lulong sa droga dahil i hate illegal drugs kahit nakatry na ako sa isa sa mga yun.... pero ayoko ko na..wag kayong mag-alala di marijuana yun dahil ang natikman ko man lang eh ang pinakamahal na ecstacy ...yung natikman ko pa nga may design pang elepante amp...binigay sa akin yun ng frend ng frend ng frend ng frend ng frend ko...pero di na mauulit yun..never again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos pagdating ng bahay, wala di rin ako nakatulog ...i was able to watch tv pa nga eh...tapos natulog pero di ako masyadong nakatulog talaga parang noong 24 lang talaga ako nakatulog ng mabuti...kaya heto...walang tulugan na naman dahil sa dami ng ginagawa...kaya ko toh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585643236990995375-4229110690442089829?l=dhomzkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/feeds/4229110690442089829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8585643236990995375&amp;postID=4229110690442089829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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really happy..and that's a new life for me...a new day to start..a new future to conquer..a new star to reach..a new mountain to climb..sometimes, i just want to sit down below the balete tree to read my books...to feel the air...to close my eyes ...to hear the sound of the tree...to feel the sunlight on my face..to shout like no one will hear me..that's all i want to do today..to be happy..though those things were just products of my magnificient mind..but i was able to feel it as if i was part of it..yesterday, we did meet..oh yeah we did..and i was kind of happy that night..the night that ive been planning for to come and that night was yesterday..she looks good and i look good too..hehehe..she smiled at me and i smiled in return..we sat down on their sala like we think that no one will hear us..no one will understand...we think that the moment was just between me and her..i opened the computer..i looked for the ip address..see, i was really witty, i knew she's the one who'd been using my account...i saw on the address the www.mukamo.com..haaay, oh yeah i expected what i expected from that night..i knew it was her..dont bother..202.163.208.30210.4.17.28 this are the two ip address i got from kuya diox and one of them was her ip address..she's been watching me in mukamo..and that's what make me really sad..i really dont know what comes into her mind while doing this..investigating...for what? that's the biggst thing i got bother most..for what? and most of all she's using my account...holy fvck...i saw two posts in the subforums that were not my posts...i didnt post it but i dont know how come i had a post on that part of mukamo...and that makes me think for a long time...for a month to be exact and i knew she's the one using my account..so i tried to change my handle, to keep my rsd courtesy of ms.chuchay and to ask help to kuya diox to look for ip addresses...and that two ip's showed..hehehe..maybe she wasnt expecting that i couldn't solve this problem..so,kuya diox helped me to log mukamo off in her computer..and it was..i was able to change my password and name..she knew all what i posted on my rsd...all the things mentioned in my rsd...i thought if those things actually made her happy about it...i did cry for her and now she's keep runnin me while im running for someone..all the things i mentioned in my rsd was an open book..btw, i was thinking if she had an account here in mukamo...i really dont care if she was able to read this..all i want was to be me..you know, im a nice person but taking my property was beyond of my being nice..we loved each other before but that was before...she broke the love and i'm just completing the broken love..i lvoed her before but that was before and she's being nice to me like she loved me right now...i'm tired of this..i'm not an immature as before..im not as stupid as before...im not as "ga*o" as before..i grew up..i'm more responsible, an observer and dedicated right now...do i need to write her again in my rsd? i dont know...maybe i'll never write about her anymoreP.S. sorry i did to0 many editings..hehehe..buti na lang at walang nagbabsa..di pwede palang sabihin yung iba..kung mabasa niya man atleast nuetral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585643236990995375-6122513171588643813?l=dhomzkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhomzkie.blogspot.com/feeds/6122513171588643813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8585643236990995375&amp;postID=6122513171588643813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585643236990995375/posts/default/6122513171588643813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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