<?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-8114652</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:32:00.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretsel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-110369887374083691</id><published>2004-12-22T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T15:01:13.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a long time.</title><content type='html'>well i have to admit it has been a long time since i visited my blog and i do know that there are a lot of things happening in my life. these are the times in a persons life that they have to make a decision that would greatly impact his entire life. see ya round people. God bless everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114652-110369887374083691?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/110369887374083691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=110369887374083691' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/110369887374083691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/110369887374083691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-been-long-time.html' title='its been a long time.'/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-109992036059576387</id><published>2004-11-08T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T21:26:00.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow moving evening.</title><content type='html'>This is one of those days that I actually find time to use the internet and not to have premiere or the call handler pulled up from the pc. Yes I am actually surfing the net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asencion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an update of what's happening right now, I just had my ear pierced, I plan to have my hair colored, and I wanna have a big henna tattoo on my back. but that could wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really still sleepy but I am happy. It may not seem to show because I look totally stressed out - which I really am. I'm just happy to know some things in my life that are worth noting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I totally applied what I learned the hard way five years ago. One of the most important lessons of my life that I learned &lt;strong&gt;5 years&lt;/strong&gt; ago presented itself to me again and this time, and I did what I did not do &lt;strong&gt;5 years ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that should have happened &lt;strong&gt;5 years ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know what it is? ....Non of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if the other things I wanna post is that significant to anyone nor interesting to think about. I Just want to let my readers know that there is always another take in the exams that life presents. Although sometimes it takes a while before life gives you another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114652-109992036059576387?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/109992036059576387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=109992036059576387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109992036059576387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109992036059576387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/11/slow-moving-evening.html' title='Slow moving evening.'/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-109860915488893812</id><published>2004-10-24T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T17:12:34.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Risky risky</title><content type='html'>its been a while since I posted something here...its because there was nothing significant happening in my life......until lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for other people to know, somebody just brought me back to school. The kind of person that keeps you guessing, but you would keep on coming back for more. I admire than person because these are the kind of people that you learn so much from. Sometimes more than you could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if that person would even see this blog. But I want to say thank you for teaching me a lot of things in a short period of time. I just wish that we have met in a different place, time, and circumstance, so that unexpected things would have never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if ever you be around again...Please keep me guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114652-109860915488893812?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/109860915488893812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=109860915488893812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109860915488893812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109860915488893812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/10/risky-risky.html' title='Risky risky'/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-109553082625764100</id><published>2004-09-19T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T02:07:06.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the best Spirit breakers I've heard.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ikaw ang dahilan kung bakit ko siya minahal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you're the reason why I loved him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        This was spoken by a friend of mine many years ago. The story was this guy was helping them out (another boy and girl) on their relationship. Without anybody realizing that the "helper" also had this thing about the the girl. Here's another twist, the girl also liked the guy playing Cupid. (getting a little interesting ?) Now the boyfriend does'nt have a freaking clue of what was going on. Well, actually it was just later that Cupid and the girl admitted that they had the hots for one another. So time passed and the two lovers got their thing going on  and here is Cupid always just on the guard for miss pretty. (imagine the names I come up with, there kinda awkward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time the girl admitted that she's falling deeper for her boyfriend than Mr. Cupid. To just give you a hint, It was Cupid's fault why the guys were together in the 1st place. He pushed the girl to like the guy...and he also pushed the "know-nothing " guy to court her....nice move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl and Cupid talked about their situation, that's when the spirit breaker was delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what happened? Well, the couple are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......don't ask me about Cupid, fugure it out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114652-109553082625764100?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/109553082625764100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=109553082625764100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109553082625764100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109553082625764100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/09/one-of-best-spirit-breakers-ive-heard.html' title='One of the best Spirit breakers I&apos;ve heard.'/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-109515191356490501</id><published>2004-09-14T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T16:58:49.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots a thanks</title><content type='html'>To the people who posterd their comments, thank you very much! I really want to know what people really think about my blog and how I can improve it. Though I have nothing much to post, it makes my heart warm when I see other people actually reading my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time ...again.. since I posted someting here, I guess it's because of my new job. And that job takes most of my internet time. I surf in the evening, and my new job is also in the evening so that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my close friends are scared that I may not have enough time for them when I start working. What they dont realize is that I will be thinking of them more at work. Makes sense to you? I dont think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God after this I have to prepare for work! I'm kinda sleepy right now...but I have to adjust or i'm a gonner...seeya next post.&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/8114652-109515191356490501?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/109515191356490501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=109515191356490501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109515191356490501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109515191356490501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/09/lots-thanks.html' title='Lots a thanks'/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-109449990192440594</id><published>2004-09-07T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T03:56:57.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is life like life itself...</title><content type='html'>Duh...i's been a while since I blogged. Been too busy sniffing out my butt. Honestly I was really not in the mood to post thingies these past few days. I'ts either I have nothing sensible to post, or I'm just plain boring these past few days. I have been doing a lot of thinking lately, and when I think-a-plenty.......I do-a-tiny. My brain is too preoccupied with thinking it has no room for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it really weird to see myself not amused by things and hobbies that used to please me. Maybe I really have something going on here inside my head. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the most boring blog I have made yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114652-109449990192440594?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/109449990192440594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=109449990192440594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109449990192440594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109449990192440594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/09/life-is-life-like-life-itself.html' title='Life is life like life itself...'/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-109406995215469434</id><published>2004-09-02T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T04:30:47.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts for the day...</title><content type='html'>To tell the truth, I have no idea what to post right now. I'm just feeling drained right now. Maybe it's because of sleep deprivation. I kinda lost my sense for words tonight. Do you understand what I'm trying to say? Good, because I have no idea what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to think out of the box this early this morning so that I could share some great insights about anything under the sun, but all I can hear and think about right now is the sound of mice gnawing their way into the ceiling of this place. The maids will be awake in a little while I'm sure of that. They're kinda used to seeing me awake after they have slept. No I'm not an insomniac yet. I still enjoy the joy of sleeping regularly and timely. Not of course when your staying up late on purpose. The maids here are quite peculiar, one is deaf (actually she's just hard-of-hearing),the other one is blind (she always says I DON'T KNOW everytime she's asked about your missing stuff, although she was the one who stuffed it out of place.that's not an accusation, its real! I've proven it more than once. imagine finding your stuff in the trash after she cleans up your place then she'd say she doesn't know where it is or she hasn't seen it.) Then another maid who practically does 2 things;--nothing and something wrong. Hard to find good help nowadays. Sometimes there's even nobody to answer the freakin' door. At night...don't stay out too late because the only maid that stays up is the deaf one. Nobody would hear you knock or ring the door bell because she's too busy watching television...oh did I also mention that she's also deaf? Eventhough that's our predicament, people here still appreciate the maids, and the maids also do their jobs to the best of their abilities......or else they would find it difficult to work somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I still want to chatter around with you but I think you ought to be reading something else more constructive. Besides, I ran out of words, and I'm now feeling the usual feeling of a guy who hasn't slept yet..........very very cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noisy maid is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114652-109406995215469434?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/109406995215469434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=109406995215469434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109406995215469434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109406995215469434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/09/random-thoughts-for-day.html' title='Random Thoughts for the day...'/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-109406525077286853</id><published>2004-09-02T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T03:00:50.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog&lt;br /&gt;the dog died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114652-109406525077286853?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/109406525077286853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=109406525077286853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109406525077286853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109406525077286853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/09/big-brown-fox-jumped-over-lazy-dog-big.html' title=''/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-109401201923980678</id><published>2004-09-01T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T03:20:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something funny inside me...</title><content type='html'>I'm having a strange feeling on my lower back. I've been feeling this for quite a long time but it never really bothered me until these past few days. I can't stand straight as long as I used to do. The sensation switches from the left to the right side of my lower back a number of times a week. My guess, it might be my kidneys. It's not a far fetched idea because kidney ailments run in the family. If this is true it will be the end of me. Kidney ailments are very restrictive. I just hope it's not that bad, or this thing might claim me before my baby turns 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining hard outside today and it's pretty darn gloomy. It's hard to to anything when its raining, it just makes you feel so sleepy. Although it's pretty darn wet, this is the kind of weather that I enjoy....yeah, believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to SM North Edsa yesterday to check out some furniture. It was a pretty boring trip but I had to do it to keep my head preoccupied and forget about some things I was thinking about. What are those things? Things that not concern you. Hehe. After searching for stuff (that I found out to be very expensive and ugly) I went up to the 3rd floor to do some target practice. It turned out that I DO need some practice. Before I used to hit 3 or more dead center shots and end up taking home stuff toys for my baby girl. Yesterday I hit only one....and I bought two target papers. How tough is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home around 6 I think. Then I dozed off in the FX taxi, I was still sleepy because of my self torture ordeal the night before.You know what? I did it again last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of Wisdom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............The world makes way for the man who knows where he is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114652-109401201923980678?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/109401201923980678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=109401201923980678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109401201923980678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109401201923980678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/09/something-funny-inside-me.html' title='Something funny inside me...'/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-109397412264240637</id><published>2004-09-01T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T01:46:44.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Day</title><content type='html'>Ok, what do we have here...2 pieces of Blue Skies choco crackers, a pack of Bread stix, and 5 pieces of kisses milk chocolate.Maybe that's enough to keep me up all morning, the time is 1:00 a.m. I woke up yesterday at exactly 9:00....pretty late because I usually get up at 6. Thanks to the little self torture I gave myself last night maybe I fell asleep around 4:00 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I did get my haircut...but I didn't expect it to be as horrible as I imagined. The funny thing here is that I kinda like it. To get you into this I'm going to give you details of how it looks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* short&lt;br /&gt;* very short&lt;br /&gt;* very very short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my usual haircut, but it will grow back, no biggie. Im wearing a cap anyway.&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/8114652-109397412264240637?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/109397412264240637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=109397412264240637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109397412264240637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109397412264240637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/09/whatever-day.html' title='Whatever Day'/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-109389370347547043</id><published>2004-08-31T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T03:39:11.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreadfully torturing myself</title><content type='html'>Hi to whoever is reading this post this morning. Wait a minute it is morning! I forgot to sleep! Guess I have to check my friendster to see what's up with my homies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We're sorry! Friendster will be unavailable on Monday, August 30, between 11:15 AM and 12:15 PM (Pacific Time) for site maintenance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...now what do I do? Well lets see, I have a cell phone right here, a ton of CDs, a fan, and a very quiet place. Why do early mornings need to be so dull. Oh oh,my eyes are starting to give up on me, and so are my hands too. I'm starting to make so many mistakes while typing, i'm using the backspace more times right this moment than I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I think i'm gonna have a haircut. It's bugging me already, the way it touches my ears drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm quite dizzy because of staying up late, I could say that I feel drunk.Not tipsy, drunk. My eyes are half closed right now, and i have no idea why i'm still awake. I wish I can do this while studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a special day for a close friend of mine. Today she's going to have a grand time with someone special to her. She's going to be busy for the whole day I guess. The trip, the date, and the "meet the parents" kind of gathering will be keeping her busy until the end of the day. To her, have a great Tuesday. As for the rest of us, we have our own problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, it's 3:09 ! The maids are going to be awake in a couple of minutes, and I still haven't had any shut eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......Ok i'm exhausted. it's 3:30. got to wrap this up, hit the pillows and wait for the sun to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of Wisdom for today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Love is like the wind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....figure it out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114652-109389370347547043?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/109389370347547043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=109389370347547043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109389370347547043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109389370347547043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/08/dreadfully-torturing-myself.html' title='Dreadfully torturing myself'/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-109383054733539979</id><published>2004-08-30T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T11:02:25.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/640/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me and my friend...he's bald,that's why he wears a cap. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114652-109383054733539979?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/109383054733539979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=109383054733539979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109383054733539979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109383054733539979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-is-me-and-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-109383597371110300</id><published>2004-08-30T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T11:19:33.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For some unknown reason...</title><content type='html'>I guess this posting would have the most number of readers...just because of how i used the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a rule here that tells you not to post more than one message a day? .... I guess not. Oh well, here I am again blabbing my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry and I don't like to eat...is that normal? I've been online for about 2 hours and 13 minutes and I practically have done nothing productive. 'Guess i'm a bum. There are only a few reasons why I surf the internet and to tell you the truth I could finish all those things in less than 30 minutes; then what in the world am I doing here 2 hours and 13 minutes after? Just imagine yourself in the mall to do some shopping (your buying new socks). After buying, would you go straight home or check the place out for a few minutes? Assuming that you don't have anything important to do...what would you do?....your answer is as good as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the reason why i'm still here online and posting this message to myself. Pretty weird stuff huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114652-109383597371110300?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/109383597371110300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=109383597371110300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109383597371110300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109383597371110300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/08/for-some-unknown-reason.html' title='For some unknown reason...'/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-109383127997735537</id><published>2004-08-30T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T16:36:09.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeble minds think alike;--actually they don't think too much either.</title><content type='html'>A very close friend of mine and me were talking on the fone one late night. All of a sudden she started crying her heart out--considering we were talking about happy things. I was a bit confused why she suddenly burst out, then she told me someone was texting her boyfriend about what "happened" to her and her ex --- yeah, you know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend was forwarding every message the guy (or girl) was sending. Every word the egghead used was foul. She never stopped crying until Sunday night, after she and her boyfriend talked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they agreed upon, or discussed, i have no idea. Nor do I give a shit. As long as she stopped crying, that's fine with me. If crying could cause dehydration, she'd probably be in a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.......... what's my point? Whoever did that thing deserves to donate his or her brain to a hospital and replace it with a pigs brain instead. Surgeons would have a field day with his brain.It would be of better use with the surgeons than him (or her whoever that was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I ask you ... would you do the same thing to your ex? would you tell his or her present partner what intimate things you have done in the past just to ruin a relationship? what could be the intention of this feeble minded person.Is it hate? or "ingget" in tagalog. He had his fun ryt? God knows he might have even forced his way into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate people who are waging their wars from the clouds of anonymity. They are cowards. Especially when all they want is to see a person cry and have great big problems. I wish these kind of people would just drop dead, you know what i'm saying? They should not even be included in the society, they shold be in an institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,..maybe that's just the way things are supposed to be. If it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger, and wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friend.....here beside you all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114652-109383127997735537?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/109383127997735537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=109383127997735537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109383127997735537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109383127997735537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/08/feeble-minds-think-alike-actually-they.html' title='Feeble minds think alike;--actually they don&apos;t think too much either.'/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114652.post-109374061587348417</id><published>2004-08-28T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T08:56:25.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and enemies</title><content type='html'>To all that knew me during my elementary days, I'm Engel,Magnet, i forgot the other names they call me during that time.&lt;br /&gt;For my High School peers; Who called me Engie, Engel,Adj.,;&lt;br /&gt;To the hundreds of friends and aquantances in college who called me pretsel,prets,pretskie,hon,love,ser,kups and pare;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for viewing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you honestly, never in my life did i dream of having a diary...yet alone a diary posted on the internet! Although that's the case...I still want to have a place where I can shout out what ideas and comments I have in my mind without having to wait and sit around for a friend to have coffee with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not post thingies that would be of great importance to the Government nor would it contribute world peace..but these postings hell mean a lot ...and to me it might make a lot of sense too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy yourself when you visit my blog...i know i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114652-109374061587348417?l=pretsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/feeds/109374061587348417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114652&amp;postID=109374061587348417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109374061587348417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114652/posts/default/109374061587348417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretsel.blogspot.com/2004/08/friends-and-enemies.html' title='Friends and enemies'/><author><name>pretsel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08545884215740444772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/168/1576/320/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
