<?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-8155264</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:28:07.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bampira, Insenso, at ang Siling Labuyo</title><subtitle type='html'>BlogTitle... first part, vampire; second part, witch; third part, passion. This space is provided for people who would like to read that they may criticize the author's crazy ideas, laugh at the author's wrong grammars, and be inspired somehow by the author's thoughts. Welcome to the author's equilibrium... where insanity becomes sane; where black exhibits the presence of all colors; and where bitterness is proven to be a genetic strain of happiness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-113025058851167383</id><published>2005-10-25T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:29:48.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i pity people who get satisfaction in criticizing other people's faith. they just won't stop until they convince you or degrade you by making you feel that they are walking at the perfect path and that you are taking the wrong way. i personally believe that God is good and merciful... and whatever religion or cult one would like to belong to, the true measure of faith is action and not just spreading the "word" by preaching. actions powered with pure intentions plus eradication of pretensions... is a true miracle which would make people from all walks of life and from different religion believe that we are all praying and glorifying one superior being.  i met alot of people who made me fortunate in learning that there is more than just preaching. i remember i met a company ceo who preaches about faith in hesua's name, but abuses his employees by not paying them on the days they came to work (isn't that a work of evil). i met another who told me she is under the blessing of yahweh which made her "complete" but ironically she never got satisfied with how she looks and she is always insecure. another prays at church all the time singing praises, but at home curses neighbors and his children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nobody can quote me bible verses because i made chants and spells which God already granted. who said witchcraft is evil... candle burning which is done in churches and worship halls originated from witches who are originally nature lovers and protectors.  worships and prayers are synonymous to chants and spells respectively and another commonality these things shared with each other is the strict need of "pure intention" without the infliction of pain to another person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anybody who never sinned can cast the first stone at me&lt;/strong&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/8155264-113025058851167383?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/113025058851167383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hay kakapagod ang araw na ito. masarap magshopping kaso nakakainis ang trapik sa pilipinas!!! hindi pa man nobyembre, masikip na ang tutuban at divisoria. cguro natuto na ang mga tao na pagtapak ng nobyembre lalu na yung huling linggo nito ay napakasikip sa pasilio ng mga bargain malls sa divisoria. nagtataka ako kung ang mga stalls ba duon ay nagbabayad ng buwis samantalang wala naman silang ibiniggay na resibo kasama ng mga pinamili mo. mas nagtataka ako kung napapakinabangan ba ng pilipinas ang micro retail businesses na ito eh samantalang parang di sila nagbabayad ng tax. hmmm ewan ko kung masasabing hindi ako epektibong pinoy dahil sa pagsuporta ko sa mga ganitong pamilihan kung saan mura nga ang tinda dahil walang patong na tax. maihahanay din ba ako sa mga walang wentang mamamayan sa tuwing namimili ako sa tutuban at divisoria??? sa aking palagay ay hindi no... matalinong mamimili lang ako. eh tutal nagbabayad naman ako ng tax bilang call center employee eh di ibabawi ko nalang yung mga tax ko sa pagbili ng mga bargain retail clothes. malaki tlaga ang tipid sa divi at tutuban, pede kapa tumawad! pero naawa rin ako sa mga salesladies tuwing humihingi ako ng bawas kasi baka nababawasan din ang kumisyon nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahirap talaga mamimili lalo na kung limitado ang budget... pero dahil sa tutuban at divisoria yung gagastusin mo sa pagbili ng isang slocks na presyong P500 sa sm/rustans/robinsons at sosyal na pamilihan ay makakabili ng 3 slocks (at P150 each) may sukli kapang P50 = pambili ng palamig (orbitz @ P35) habang nabuburo ka sa trapik pauwi + pamasahe (P15 para sa 2x sakay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-112998503666747080?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-112955352746501118</id><published>2005-10-17T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:52:07.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i really love anything red except roses. today i finally held the bpi credit card i have been waiting for and it is firing red in color. i am no chinese but i always feel and mostly believe that my inclination to red gave me good lucks. they often say that it is lucky to wear something red on a monday (i also tried wearing a red underwear on a monday!).... well i bet it is true, i already have it in my system. i even got so lucky that i received my red bpi card on a monday.  additional info... for soul magnets (those who usually see spirits and those who dont like seeing them or attracting them) old people say that wearing red will shoo them away. why not try it, i think it worked for me once ahhooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;by the way, last night i had coffee with 2 of my college friends. one is on her med internship whie the other works in a call center and is actually convincing me that we pursue law school (pede, kasama yan sa plans ko.. kaso ipon muna). tomorrow, it will be mechanical engr board... and hopefully by the end of the week there will be good news for my bro who will be taking it. good luck to him and may the positive forces be with him. my sister who passed dental board this year advised him to wear (guess what) something red during the boards! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-112955352746501118?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-112895265439020170</id><published>2005-10-10T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:57:34.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the addiction to onepiece and for the love of butch villaflores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this friday will be payday again but i just had my pevious pay 2 fridays ago. ahhh i just love working in an american cultured company just because of two good reasons, good compensation and an every other friday payday.  (makes me look forward for this friday and savor my last week's expenses. )  i have planned my expenses and savings ahead  coz now that 1st semester is almost over aside from worrying about my grades, i still need to worry about my tuition fee for 2nd sem. the supreme geing is so good and nature is well balanced because just when i never expected it, surprises and blessings would come in great packages and would be delivered just at the perfect timing.  therefore come next week my needs and wants will be well satisfied.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;another transaction for onepice vcd episodes is scheduled this coming friday (this is just too addicting). and who said addiction is bad??? addiction is so good as long as the means justify the ends, kaya nga i learned strict budgetting of my moolah bcoz of my addictions. addiction had made me imposed strict discipline on myself in terms of spending my moolah and even about quitting yosi! it just so happened i got addicted to something so good which made me quit my bad habits. hahaha for my addiction to onepiece i gave up smoking to save some bucks so i can complete the onepiece series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;enjoying the fruits of my labor will be incomplete if i won't share it to the my family and of course to my amaranth love. of course part of what i sow will be given for home expenses which is not much, but it's better some than none. of course part of it goes for foodtripping with ma eyeofv (kaya lumulobo kami pareho lalo na ako).  dadala rin ako kahit konting barya kahit ayaw nya ako pagastusin, buti na yung siguraro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(sigh!) sana fridays na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for my addiction of onepiece and for the love of butch villaflores, just can't wait for friday.  on a friday i really am inlove and addicted hahahaha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-112895265439020170?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/112895265439020170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=112895265439020170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/112895265439020170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/112895265439020170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-addiction-to-onepiece-and-for-love.html' title=''/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-112860896439826903</id><published>2005-10-06T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T22:29:24.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>done with last day of work, hello days off. this week's totally worth all the hard work. i just hope that i will have good rating for my research proposal which is just a repetition of a scientific paper published. i adapted the idea for experimentation in the philippine setting. i titled it "a research for utilization of algae spirogyra for biosorption of common dyes used in the philippine textile industries".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as per work week recap, we had meeting with hr regarding our separation pay computation. yup, management is already bought by another aspiring call center biz in the philippines.  alot of employees were hoping to get big bucks but personally my point is "better some than none!".  in the first place we were told even before the new contract signing that the separation pay was a blur. so thanks to nature coz prayers about financial needs were granted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much positive expectations sometimes turn things into total diappointment. minsan tama nga yung ika ng nakararami "sabayan nalang ang agos ng buhay!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-112860896439826903?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-112848363827591121</id><published>2005-10-05T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T11:44:03.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;welcome back to me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was sooo busy. for the past 9 months all i did was work, school, and a bit of play. there was some available time to check stuffs online, but never had a time to think good posts for my blog. sorry to mah readers who might have gone bored visiting my site since there's nothing here to appreciate hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well at least i found time today, coz im done with requirements for school. hopefully i will be finding more available time to post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;carry on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-112848363827591121?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/112848363827591121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=112848363827591121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/112848363827591121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/112848363827591121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2005/10/welcome-back-to-me-i-was-sooo-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-110575331261465371</id><published>2005-01-15T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T09:54:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLah 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And i thought wrong! I was totally wrong when i expected that 2004, since it's the year of the monkey (which happens to be my sign), will be a more positive year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mid and last part of my 2004 was the worst of both. I regretted celebrating 2 of the most celebrated days in my life. First, MY BIRTHDAY... Second, CHRISTMAS. When evil decides to mess your day, it won't choose a timing perfect for us but of course perfect for the evil's goddamn ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my birthday last July 2004, my mom and i argued just because i told her that i never felt i was my birthday. All the food i would have eaten and the utensil i would have used that time were unavailable for me to consume and use, respectively, just because my dad's friends who were already having the time of their lives drinking were being prioritized. That day, I went off early from the office; hurried fast home; and even told my boyfriend that day to starve until we get to my place so that it would save us some money from eating out and of course to celebrate my much awaited 24th bday with my "family". Dammit, when we arrived home... it wasn't i who was supposed to enjoy the party but my dad's friend who was also celebrating his bday. PUCHA ISINABAY LANG PALA AKO... So i got mad, asked my bf out so that I could cool down... After 3 hours of a counseling session with my bf, since he was trying so hard to bring back my mood by some logical and smart conversation, we went back home. AKALA KO OKEY NA?! There my mom went up to my room and threw words at me,  especially quoting, "Naiinis ako sa BF mo, galit ako sa kanya... at ikaw kinakampihan mo pa!!!" Oops, ano daw? And there it started, I answered back to defend my side until i heard the destructive statement of the day "YOU DONT CARE AFTER ALL!" Boom, i packed my things rushed downstairs to leave home. However my good'ol neutral BF stopped me and cleared my mind by his "spirituall" advices. Of course, I DIDN'T ACCOMPLISH MY FLIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came, 7 months after my disastrous bday! This time my dad was the one who threw me the same words my mom told me during my bday. He despised my BF bcoz according to him "ANG YABANG NG BF MO!" Damn, what's so arrogant about him washing the dishes after the family's dinner, what's so arrogant about being discreet and gentle, and what's so arrogant about having nothing to be arrogant at all? I didn't know why i became the subject of that Christmas day, but one thing i knew i've done right.... I SUCCEEDED IN MY FLIGHT! I ran away from home for about 2 weeks. It was damn painful... how their words ripped and broke me and my heart apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at home but i can never say I am Home. There is an ongoing silent war. They wanted me here, yes indeed i can be here physically but my being is somewhere else. A place where i can be accepted, a place where i can be who i am, a place where there is tension but is settled because communication is open. I AM IN HAVEN, the AMARANTH HAVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hello 2005, i hope that my hello is worth every effort and will not be a HELLAH (hell of) 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be late for the Philippine celebration of new year but Happy New Year to all bloggers! Well on second thought, it will still be an advance greeting for the Chinese celebration of new year hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-110575331261465371?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/110575331261465371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=110575331261465371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/110575331261465371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/110575331261465371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2005/01/hellah-2005-and-i-thought-wrong-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-110004394381497455</id><published>2004-11-10T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T07:45:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am scared of dying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few months I had been contemplating about death and the feeling of leaving your love ones behind.  I wanted to ask my mom and dad if they are afraid of dying, now that they are approaching the prime when they often feel tired or numb without any reasons. I wish I can read their minds and tell them that when they reach that final hour, angels will be rejoicing in heaven to welcome another member of their league.... my mom and dad like my grandmas and grandpas are all sacred souls, and in heaven they all have a special place they'll call home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four months ago, our pet (the favorite of all, FALCOR) left the home he grew up in for almost seven years.  According to our neighbors, our pet followed my boyfriend when he left my place to go home.  That night, Falcor didn't return home.  I thought then that he might have been protecting a bitch he was wooing... but nights of not returning home turned into weeks, which then rolled into months. &lt;em&gt;NO FALCOR CAME HOME.&lt;/em&gt;  Some nights I dreamt of Falcor and I knew he left so that we would not see how he suffered from an illness that only dogs could feel.  Of course, he could not speak or bark of it, but when he went away I felt that he didnt want us to be pained by a family bestfriend's death, his death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother tried to revive the joy which Falcor brought our home by buying 3 Labradors.  However, due to a virus (parvo) common to dogs of such breed, all of the 3 dogs died a painful and gradual death.  I saw two of the labs died before my birthday and even played the role of a vet to the other one who was fighting the virus.  I thought that Sky (white lab who died next after Ron, a black lab) will be able to survive.  Sky was able to fight parvo and on the recovery but unfortunately due to her immunity which eventually weakened after a week of fighting death, she became so exhausted to fight hepatitis.  Just after a week and a half of Ron's death, Sky said goodbye.  Among the 3, Harry (brown lab) was the last one who we thought had survived the attack. 2 weeks after Sky's death, he was in great condition and undescribable agility.  However, the 1st day of Harry's supposed to be 3rd week at home (after Sky's death), he showed signs of the virus.  Sadly, he was never able to fight it long the way Ron and Sky did, Harry died the next day with his head resting on my hands after a minute of what appears to be a convulsion.  I saw tears from Harry's eyes which made me cried and thought about Falcor's pain.  But living creatures no matter how much they wanted to live had to take the path of heavenly lights away from the earthly ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of death scares me more because I don't wanna be alone when I cross the tunnel where I need to follow the light which will lead me to heaven and to the place where my departed loved ones will be waiting for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess... one thing which makes me really look forward to death is the thought of seeing my departed families, our dogs (Ron, Sky, and Harry), and our house bestfriend FALCOR waiting for me at the gates of heaven for a family reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inxs : we have a new dog (black lab), I hope this time he will stay with us longer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-109721858169867563</id><published>2004-10-08T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T14:56:21.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doing nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too many people but so silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too many vehicles but still nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i notice nobody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only the sweet sound of silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am definitely a loner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am maybe at odds with these chaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-109721858169867563?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/109721858169867563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=109721858169867563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109721858169867563'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;within a space I consider sacred..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought of thee and thy handsome face with those promising eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I pray thou shall be happy in all thy days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I say I treasure thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I summoned from the four directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the four powerful forces of this nature we set our feet on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought of thee and thy courage and confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I feel thou shall win all thy struggles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I say I believe thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I held my stones, talismans, and amulets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as I stir the oil with herbs in my cauldron...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I visualize thee with thy triumph and victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I know thou shall be the worthiest of all men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I say I love thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...AMARANTH &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;-hsnb-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/8155264-109702654266387258?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/109702654266387258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=109702654266387258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109702654266387258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109702654266387258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2004/10/untitled-i-lit-candle-today-and-casted.html' title=''/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-109651513638849491</id><published>2004-09-30T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:26:14.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano ba talaga?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Paggising ko nitong umaga pressure agad ang tumambad sakin. Yung pinapagawang environmental report sakin ng tatay ko ay due pala ngayon... submission daw mamaya. Syempre pumetiks muna ko paggising ko. Nililinis ko ang mga gamit ko ng mga 7:00 am kasi di ko nga alam na kailangan pala yung report. Bumaba ako at humahangos ang mama ko ng sabihin na kailangan ng tatay ko yung report ora mismo! Sige minadali ko kasi ang utak ko naman ay alerto sa panahong minamadali ako. Ayun, photo finish... bilib na naman sila sakin. Pero habang ginagawa ko ang report nasa background ang mga payong pilosopikal ng tatay ko. Itigil ko na raw ang Call center work at magresign na ako sa December, pagka-kuha ng bonus (wow reperat history!). Noon nagresign din ako sa isang call center (kung saan ang ganda ng career growth ko) dahil sa pangako nilang kapag nagtrabaho ako sa family business ay &lt;u&gt;suswelduhan ako&lt;/u&gt;. Pero Toink, naubos ang naitabi kong ipon mula sa call center work, di ako nabigyan ng sahod (hindi naman ako nang-oobliga pero nangako sila)... nashort sila sa pera, noong may trabaho ako... spare tire ako! Pero noong nagresign ako, kasama na ako sa pakong bumutas sa gulong. &lt;em&gt;(binitin ko muna dahil may inutos sakin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hay sa wakas natapos din yung report pero syempre mainit parin ang ulo ng tatay ko. Hayaan na natin kasi tumatanda na nga, chaka wala atang anda. Pero eto yung catch, habang nagtatayp nga ako sa office nya, eto sinabihan nga ako ng magla-LAW daw ako... wow! At last narealize nya na gusto ko yun... pero ngayon nga lang napagtanto samantalang ako noon pa. Eh di kung yun sana ang kinuha ko noon malamang kasama na ako sa mga nagBar-exam nitong nakaraan at magaanatay nlang ako ng resulta kung saan alam kong makikita ko ang pangalan ko! Sige bagong obligasyon na naman yan pagkatapos ng masters. Asus makakapagasawa pa kaya ako? ANo ba talaga?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Napaguusapan na ang pagaasawa, yung mapapangasawa ko kaya ready na sakin. Sabi nya ready na daw. Yun din nman ang paniniwala ko kaso eto sinumpong na naman ako ng pakikialam ko. Tinopak akong buksan ang friendster nya (kasi alam ko pass nya), hindi para basahin ang mga bagong messages nya kundi para basahin yung mga dati pang messages na nabasa na nya pero hindi nya pa binubura.  Bilib talaga ako sa mga lalake, ang gagaling mambola... sa mahal man nila o sa iba na hindi nila mahal. So masesermonan na naman ako malamang ng daddy ko (tawag ko sa fiance ko) pagnabasa nya tong blog ko, sasabihin na naman nya na nagdududa ako sa kanya. Oy hindi kaya.... nagkataon lang na naguguluhan ako. Ang hindi ko lang maintindihan bakit ang mga lalake kahit ilang beses nilang purihin ang iba basta ikaw ang tunay na "pinaka" sa puso nila, abseulto na sila. Ewan ko lang kung ako lang ang ganito, siguro mahirap para sakin na tanggapin na man's nature yon, kasi isinara ko na ang mata ko sa pagtingin sa iba. Hindi ko lang alam kung nararamdaman kong unfair yung ganong sitwasyon o nagseselos lang ako, dahil ang mahal ko may pinupuri pang iba Physically samantalang ako ni wala man lang isang lalake ang nagkakaappeal na sakin (well malamang babae na ang trip ko tlaga aside sa fiance ko). Ah ewan ko, apektado talaga ako kahit sabihin pa nyang ginagamit lang nya yung mga pick up lines na yun para dumami ang friendster list nya. Kasi nman wala bang ibang paraan para makipagkaibigan ang lalake na hindi gagamitan ng pambobola. HUwahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! Ang sakit na ng ulo ko, kabikabila ang pressure.  ANO BA TALAGANG buhay to?  Sana magkatrabaho na ang mga walang trabaho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-109651513638849491?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/109651513638849491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=109651513638849491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109651513638849491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109651513638849491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2004/09/ano-ba-talaga-paggising-ko-nitong.html' title=''/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-109611926388420216</id><published>2004-09-25T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T21:34:23.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still empty...&lt;br /&gt;Still silent...&lt;br /&gt;Still lost...&lt;br /&gt;Still blank...&lt;br /&gt;Still without you (sigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing much to say.  actually i have him. i just feel for those who still are empty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-109611926388420216?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/109611926388420216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=109611926388420216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109611926388420216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109611926388420216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2004/09/still-still-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-109582269214471898</id><published>2004-09-22T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T11:11:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preoccupied</title><content type='html'>Wala akong maisulat sa blog ko ngayon dahil ako ay "preoccupied" ewan ko kung yun nga, baka blangko lang talaga ang utak ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-109582269214471898?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/109582269214471898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=109582269214471898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109582269214471898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109582269214471898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2004/09/preoccupied.html' title='Preoccupied'/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-109531275513446843</id><published>2004-09-16T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T13:39:24.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mars and Venus</title><content type='html'>Women and men always argue. Men say women are naggers, women say men are wominizers. Makes perfect sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when woman admires another man...she's not an ideal girlfriend and that she's near to flirt&lt;br /&gt;but when man admires another woman...he's really a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when woman shops...she is a spend tripper and materialist&lt;br /&gt;but when man shops...it's a way of lifestyle and it's macho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when woman cries...she is trying to rock her man's conscience&lt;br /&gt;but when man cries...he's crying for the pain and for the real thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when woman says to another man aside from her man "let me be your sex slave"...she will definitely be marked as a slut and others will despise her&lt;br /&gt;but when man utters those words to another woman...he's just joking and as long as his heart still stays faithful and loyal that's perfectly fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when woman parties...she's seeking attention&lt;br /&gt;but when man parties...he's making business connections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why men always have their excuses and can get away with faults sometimes but for women it's different. We feel... and we feel "only" until we become stupid and we have no choice but to accept their excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between pick-uplines and the real thing? I don't know... but for most men it means exactly the same. What's the difference between a honesty and prudence? I don't know, but for men when they tell you some "delayed" information so as not to cause more damage in the relationship... it's still honesty and women have to be thankful about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...just an opinion based on my being biologically woman and being gifted with some masculine instincts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-109531275513446843?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/109531275513446843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=109531275513446843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109531275513446843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109531275513446843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2004/09/mars-and-venus.html' title='Mars and Venus'/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-109520168752092764</id><published>2004-09-15T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T10:28:10.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang matinding hamon sa sarili</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haharapin ko ngayon ang isa sa mga pinakamatindi kong hamon sa sarili ko sa loob ng 24-taon na pamumuhay ko sa mundong ibabaw. Sundot ito sa dun sa isa kong post tungkol sa "hindi ko magawa ang gusto ko". Siguro nga nagawa ko na ang bahagi ng hamon na mag-LOA sa semester na ito at sa susunod. Magiging ganap ang desisyon na yon sa araw na ito sa oras na bayaran ko na yun LOA fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap at puno ng kasinungalingan ang pagsasaayos ko ng papel para sa pansamantalang pamamahinga mula sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas. Yung dahilan na binigay ko sa mga propesor ko at adviser ay dahil dalawa ang trabaho ko na dapat kong pagsabayin dahil kailangan kong tumulong sa gastusin ng pamilya - kasinungalingan! Isa lang ang trabaho at balak ko palang gawing dalawa kapag nakapag-aplay na ako sa isang language institute sa may Ortigas para maging trainor/tutor ng mga kapwa kong nais masanay ang kanilang dila sa inglis na may puntong amerikano &lt;em&gt;(english american accent&lt;/em&gt;). Katotohanan - nawala ang gana ko dahil sa mga propesor ko sa dalawang asignaturang pinapasukan ko sa masters (4 units na nga lang hindi pa nila ginawang kapasokpasok!);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) yung isa, magaling sana kaso laging nakakalimutan na may klase kami tapos tatamarin na susunod itetext nalang kaming lahat na wala na raw ulit klase...ganun ulit sa susunod na linggo. Swerte nlang kung magkikita-kita pa kami.&lt;br /&gt;B) yung isa, kaka-PHD palang at parang eksperimento nya ang magturo sa mga nagmamasters sa UP kaya kapag may hindi sa maipaliwanag sa powerpoint slide na binabasa lang nya madalas sa klase... pipindutin nya yung "next" at sabay sasabihin na sa susunod na klase na namin yun paguusapan. Napuna ko nga na sa unang araw sa klase nya ay 17-katao pa kami, nalagas kaming lahat hanggang ang balita ko 7-katao nalang sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maganda sana ang kursong environmental science kaso sa ngayon wala pa doon ang puso ko. Kailangan kong tapusin yun lalo na para hindi madismaya ang tatay ko na nagpundar ng negosyong &lt;em&gt;environmental consultancy &lt;/em&gt;at humikayat sa akin na kunin ang kurso sa pagdadalubhasa para ipatuloy ang family business na pagmamayari ng tatay ko ng halos 15-taon. Alam nilang ang ginusto ko noon ay ang maging abogada pero delikado daw ika ng mga magulang ko. Sabi ko, sige doktor ng medisina na lamang. Akala ko ok na yung medisina, eh di nag-aral ako at pinilit kumuha ng matataas na marka sa mga asignatura ko sa kolehiyo &lt;em&gt;(maliban sa trigo, algebra, physics, physical chem&lt;/em&gt;), ipinasa ko ang NMAT na may 95% grado. Subalit nung enrolment na sa UST-Med, nagamit nila ang pera para sa pagaaral ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre di ako nagreklamo dahil kailangan kong intindihin, sa kabilang banda mabubuti naman silang magulang na nagsasakripisyo para sa aming 7 magkakapatid - kaya ngayon na nasa malawak na pagiisip na ako, kasama na ako sa mga pedeng magsakripisyo. Pumasok ang karir ko sa call center kung saan naramdaman ko ang saya dahil pakikipag-usap ang trip kong gawin noong hayskul pa lamang ako. Akala ko hahayaan ako ng mga magulang ko na maging ako sa trabahong pinasok ko, pero makalipas ang isang taon... dito na ako pinakiusapan, mali, pinilit pala ng tatay ko na mag-MS &lt;em&gt;ng envisci&lt;/em&gt;. Kinumpara ako sa pinsan ko na kumuha ng MS EnviEngr na kesyo tama daw yung desisyon ng "perpekto kong pinsan" na sumunod sa payo ng tatay ko. O sige na nga, napilit na ako ng tatay ko. Sa lahat ng ayoko ay kinukumpara ako sa kahit kanino dahil may sarili akong kakayahan na alam kong noon pa man ay naipakita ko na sa kanila. Napatunayan ko na kaya kong magtagumpay sa isang bagay kahit ayokong gawin dahil sa respeto sa magulang at dahil ayokong sabihin nila na hindi ako modelong panganay na anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasinungalingan - di alam ng magulang ko ang LOA ko, pero sa galing kong makiusap at galing kong umarte na kesyo nagmamadali ako... naipirma nila ang lagda nila sa "guardian field affirmation". Alam kong mali at may karma malamang, pero sa loob ng isang taon na pagpasok sa isang kursong pilit kong ginugusto alam kong tama ang ginagawa kong desisyon na bigyang oras ang sarili ko para mag-isip. Ewan ko kung pagiging makasarili ang desisyon ko pero ngayon ko lang bibigyan ng tunay na kahulugan ang mga salitang "Buhay" at "responsibilidad". Buhay na kung saan magagawa mo ang bagay na gusto mo basta hindi ka makakasakit ng iba at responsibilidad sa mga desisyon na ginawa mo dahil yun ang sinasabi ng pagkatao mo. Masaktan ko man ang magulang ko, hindi pa ngayon... dahil di pa nila alam. Kapag nalaman nila, makakalimutan nalang nila agad... dahil sa oras na yun, mapapatunayan ko na nalampasan ko ang isang matinding hamon ko sa sarili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...gabayan sana ako ng mga positibong pwersa sa lakbayin kong ito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-109520168752092764?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/109520168752092764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=109520168752092764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109520168752092764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109520168752092764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2004/09/isang-matinding-hamon-sa-sarili.html' title='Isang matinding hamon sa sarili'/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-109497358200675813</id><published>2004-09-12T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T15:19:42.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Darkness sets in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     Eating the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     Consuming the rays to its maximum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     Hungry, the predator celebrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     Afraid, preys run into hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smell of incense burning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     Spreading through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     Soothing the dark to its maximum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     Rejoicing, those are the hunter's fangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     Dripping, another victim's blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mortality has ended...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     Beginning youth and immortality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     Good and evil battle to the maximum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     Another vampire, becoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;     One man, forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-109497358200675813?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/109497358200675813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=109497358200675813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109497358200675813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109497358200675813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2004/09/hunting-hour.html' title='Hunting Hour'/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-109469634726391357</id><published>2004-09-09T10:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T10:29:24.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Center : Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Call center is one of the highest paying industries in the country today. The industry’s boom during the late 90’s triggered the influx of more foreign companies (e.g. Fortune 500 candidates) to invest in this promising industry thus, providing employment avenues that are packaged with generous compensations. Yes, the industry definitely is rewarding but such rewards are subjected to strict conditions which according to most call centers should meet a “win-win-win” principle. Unfortunately, some conditions are very disadvantageous to an employee’s rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All right, so you are a college fresh graduate and about to be employed! Of course it’s very normal that you become excited about signing an employment contract which is obviously a corporate symbol of “YOU”RE HIRED!”, but great caution should be taken into consideration before you perfectly scribble your signature on the “I ACCEPT” field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Call center contracts are invitingly presented in a fashion that would make the reader only notice the advantages since these harmless and attractive points are usually printed in bold letters and are found in the first few pages of the document. The harmful points, on the other hand, are most of the time in normal ink intensity and are positioned at the last pages, leading the reader to boredom. Therefore, instead of reading and absorbing, the reader might scan and skip these succeeding points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, here are some of the pros and cons I had encountered and have been encountering for 3 years now every time I sign call center employment contracts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Starting salary range: P10000-13000 (for freshies and newbies) while P14000-18000 (for experienced ones – 1 year previous call center work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Night differential that exceeds the mandated one in the Philippines which can range from 25% - 46% of the base salary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Sick leaves and vacation leaves that are times two with the mandated one in the country and other compensations including food and transportation allowance plus other benefits like education loans etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;…looks really attractive huh! I guess it’s all about the money, but read on until you decide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CONS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Employment bond which falls on the estimated range: P25000-50000, payable in one year. So if you resigned prior to the supposed agreement, pro-rated payment (inay mauubos pa rin ang inipon mo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. A work week which is composed of 48-hours, not similar to the normal 40-hour work week. One can only acquire an overtime pay if one succeeds the 48-hour requirement (sus! Hindi nga ako pumapasok sa mga oras na OT-Oh Thankyou!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Mandatory overtimes, which if one fails to comply with can lead to a written reprimand or an administrative case of insubordination (leche, bakit hindi pede bigyan ng ganyan ang mga bisor!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Shift changes which can happen every week (umaga ka ngaung linggong to tapos gabi ka naman sa susunod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. There is a lot to mention but the worst of them all is the statement implying that “THE COMPANY HAS THE RIGHT TO MAKE CHANGES IN THIS CONTRACT WHEN THE NEED CALLS FOR IT.” (ampucha, bakit nagpirmahan pa ng agreement kung hindi rin lang agree sa empleyado!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please… read, think, weigh points, and be guarded before accepting call center works. There are real perks and cool things about the industry, but if you are not used to shifting life styles and changing your biological clock every week, then this isn’t a place for you. After all it’s not just about the compensations, it’s about being able to consider work as fun so it won’t exhaust us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-109469634726391357?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/109469634726391357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=109469634726391357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109469634726391357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109469634726391357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2004/09/call-center-nightmare_08.html' title='Call Center : Nightmare'/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-109456269385624273</id><published>2004-09-07T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:11:33.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiahesa's Mastubation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naked, I came out from my lukewarm bath&lt;br /&gt;My fair skinned body radiated more invitingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud and majestic, I stared at myself fronting a mirror&lt;br /&gt;While mine voluptuous charm seduces him,&lt;br /&gt;The incubus in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine hands full of power and lust,&lt;br /&gt;Run through my body feeling its contours.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, my lust equals now my insanity when I crave for blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My succulent breasts I touch,&lt;br /&gt;Until my rosy nipples harden in haste&lt;br /&gt;And slowly I kneel ought not to pray; kneeling divinely to masturbate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine desires are only for one man&lt;br /&gt;He my guardian with those eyes of a vampire (eyeofv)&lt;br /&gt;Only will I sway but not with another man&lt;br /&gt;Ladies are my prey, luscious ladies like I am.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-109456269385624273?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/109456269385624273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=109456269385624273' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109456269385624273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109456269385624273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2004/09/jiahesas-mastubation.html' title='Jiahesa&apos;s Mastubation'/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-109448159174570667</id><published>2004-09-06T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T22:39:51.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buysit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kapag ang kamalasan talaga nangyari MALAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;late ako log in ko sa computer console ko sa work for 15 seconds (15 seconds wattafuck)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;nasunog yung mukha ko.. not enough sun block i guess (ok narin para rosy cheeks kuno!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wala akong yosi kanina... walang mahingian (bummer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;at ang katangahan ko sa blogger grrrr.... hindi sana ito ang post ko (continutation about things to learn in call center industry). eh di tapos na ang sinulat kong thoughts, so preview mode nako... then i press the back arrow at the explorer tool bar, a message came, i click an answer, but what i clicked was wronggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! putangina, ang natira lang yung title. sus, ang haba ng sinulat ko at full of good ideas pa. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;next time isususlat ko muna sa word tapos cut paste nlang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Buysit, buysit, buysit!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-109448159174570667?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/109448159174570667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=109448159174570667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109448159174570667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109448159174570667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2004/09/buysit.html' title='buysit!'/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-109421625489806510</id><published>2004-09-03T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T20:57:34.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being human</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;all right, now i am trying to be one with my human form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;just another day in my call center work.  tagal ko na rin sa trabahong to (well kung matatawag mo ngang trabaho to!)... ika nga ng mga bading "kinarir" ko na. of course my starting speil "What city and state please... Thank you! What listing please?" ... teka nga ano daw? tanong ng mga taong bagong kakilala ko palang. Oo na walang relasyon ang trabaho ko sa kursong tinapos ko ng kolehiyo.  BS Biochem sa Unibersidad ng Santo Tomas at ngaun nagpapaka-dalubhasa sa Environmental Science... bakit nga ba call center? &lt;em&gt; (to be continued)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-109421625489806510?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/109421625489806510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=109421625489806510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109421625489806510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109421625489806510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2004/09/being-human.html' title='being human'/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-109408061196260393</id><published>2004-09-02T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T08:56:34.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong places</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;...can't i find a perfect place? things weren't in the place i wanted it to be. damn my insane eye's, that isn't supposed to be there! i wanted to position it some place in this crazy blog page but not down there. it is the same as i wanted to do something else with my life... a vampire wanting to be a lawyer and to surround her life with intellectual arguments. a human hungry for true belongingness and seeking for self realization which until now she is still struggling to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;love of self can sometimes be interpreted as selfishness, but can anybody learn the meaning of it without her experiencing such stupid feeling in her veins. it is the rush of doomed blood and the torturing stimulus in my nerves... when i am forced to do something i do not want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;putanginang buhay to! kung gagawin mo nman ang mga bagay na makapagpapasaya sayo (dahil sa pagmamahal sa sarili) pero nakadidismaya naman sa iba ay markadong MAKASARILI ka o di kaya ay REBELDE. kadalasan pinipili nalang natin ang desisyon sa ating buhay na makapagpapamukhang mabait na anak o kapatid tayo, tapos sa bandang huli mawawari natin.. "potah sana ginawa ko nalang yung gusto ko"... Pero HINDI KO PA RIN MAGAWA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...yes i am a selfish mutant, who is genetically manipulated by the combination of my father's workaholic genes and "the like" plus my mother's more complicated strains! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/164/1597/320/Mata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 2px solid" height="67" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/164/1597/200/Mata.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eye's of Insanity &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/8155264-109408061196260393?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/109408061196260393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=109408061196260393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109408061196260393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109408061196260393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2004/09/wrong-places.html' title='wrong places'/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155264.post-109402034545350413</id><published>2004-09-02T05:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T14:45:20.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and so there was light all over the rest of the earth... in me there's still this reigning darkness. dissatisfaction or emptiness perhaps. today it feels just the same, i am still blinded by light, by this thing they called sanity. i decided and chose to be sane for now, take the role of a witch, instead of a vampire. today i wanna smell the perfumes i've perfected using my hands, enchanted magically whispering the spell from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough... this is enough for now to mark my genesis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155264-109402034545350413?l=vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/feeds/109402034545350413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155264&amp;postID=109402034545350413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109402034545350413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155264/posts/default/109402034545350413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirejiahesa.blogspot.com/2004/09/beginning.html' title='the beginning'/><author><name>VampireJiahesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15282592153447614241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bloodsister.free.fr/vampires.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
