<?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-5772354</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:26:46.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>left and no longer holding back</title><subtitle type='html'>gamer. RN. not your typical cutie-patutie girl. 
alternative music fan. no nonsense. giggler. mango juice addict. beach lover.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-2161005494178383626</id><published>2007-10-25T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T14:28:28.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>officially closing this blog. i have transitioned to : http://psykonurz.blogs.friendster.com/psykonurz_raves_and_rants/see ya!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/2161005494178383626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=2161005494178383626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/2161005494178383626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/2161005494178383626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2007/10/officially-closing-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-115505532764109606</id><published>2006-08-09T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:44:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am wondering again. I received a text message from a former friend today.I have been sending text messages to this person before asking how she is,  several times for months since I left the account until I gave up because she never got back to me. I tried calling her landline but she is always not around or she lets the maid say on her behalf that she is busy... I try to IM her at work but she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/115505532764109606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=115505532764109606' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115505532764109606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115505532764109606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-wondering-again.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-115387304136935595</id><published>2006-07-26T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T08:17:21.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cannonball-Damien RiceThere's Still a little bit of your taste in my mouthStill a little bit of you laced with my doubtThere's Still a little hard to say what's going onThere's Still a little bit of your ghost, your weaknessThere's Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissedYou step a little closer each dayThat I can’t say what's going onStones taught me to flyLove,it taught me to lieLife, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/115387304136935595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=115387304136935595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115387304136935595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115387304136935595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2006/07/cannonball-damien-rice-theres-still.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-115387081143647365</id><published>2006-07-26T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T07:42:37.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are now okay. Got things cleared up. He never met up with his friend nor his X-girlfriend. He thought of me. How I would feel.I am truly happy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/115387081143647365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=115387081143647365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115387081143647365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115387081143647365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-are-now-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-115347716804609576</id><published>2006-07-21T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T18:39:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>X-girlfriend sends you notes via the net and you reply. You tell a part of it but not the whole story. You said her brother is here but you failed to mention that she is here too.Makes you wonder why that detail was omitted. If its nothing, why omit?Don't care who your friends are, they may be people in your past life. But what keeps the thinking going is why lie? Omitting is still lying because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/115347716804609576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=115347716804609576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115347716804609576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115347716804609576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2006/07/x-girlfriend-sends-you-notes-via-net.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-115278914107466495</id><published>2006-07-13T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:12:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kelan ba kayo ikakasal?I don't get annoyed when my friends ask me this but I do get annoyed when asked by unsignificant bitches who mean something else when they ask me... hello, hinde ka naman invited so baket ka nagtatanong. Hmph.Honestly, we are taking our time. We are not in a hurry.. We are waiting for Caleruega. We have been waitlisted for 2 years.  We have our deadline as to when we will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/115278914107466495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=115278914107466495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115278914107466495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115278914107466495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2006/07/kelan-ba-kayo-ikakasal-i-dont-get.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-115278757606762184</id><published>2006-07-13T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T18:50:36.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parasites... I hate themRelatives who come to you to ask for money. Relatives who don't even lift a freakin' finger to make their lives better. Just because they think you are well-off, they make you feel obliged to give them money. And if you don't give, ikaw pa ang masama. They promise to return the money but they never do.Ever since I had a job I never asked money from anyone. Not even my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/115278757606762184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=115278757606762184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115278757606762184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115278757606762184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2006/07/parasites.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-115148408655984119</id><published>2006-06-28T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:41:26.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song in my head...Collide - Howie DayThe dawn is breakingA light shining throughYou're barely wakingAnd I'm tangled up in youYeah I'm open, you're closedWhere I follow, you'll goI worry I won't see your faceLight up againEven the best fall down sometimesEven the wrong words seem to rhymeOut of the doubt that fills my mindI somehow findYou and I collideI'm quiet you knowYou make a first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/115148408655984119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=115148408655984119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115148408655984119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115148408655984119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2006/06/song-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-115148343131245474</id><published>2006-06-28T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:58:41.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am back to blogging again. I have been through so much and I don't know where to start. A few months after leaving Mcro, I get a call from my old center and I land a supervisory job that pays well, the office is near my place, (I can literally walk to work) and the workload is just right. Just when I think all is going well, I get a very unusual IM from the person I directly report to.Person: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/115148343131245474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=115148343131245474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115148343131245474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/115148343131245474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-back-to-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-112301542289165823</id><published>2005-08-03T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T04:43:42.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a regular church goer but sometimes I can't help but question the priest's homily sometimes.  Last Sunday I attended 6am mass and the priest who gave out the homily was a visitng priest.  He said "...the reason why there are rich and poor people is because the rich should give to the poor so that everyone would be equal..."  Then he was talking about giving money to help the poor etc.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/112301542289165823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=112301542289165823' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/112301542289165823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/112301542289165823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-regular-church-goer-but-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-111843055678381563</id><published>2005-06-11T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T03:09:48.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss my best friend... We dont get to talk anymore. He is long gone...Come Back Down - LifehouseStaring right back in the faceA memory can't be erasedI know, because I triedStart to feel the emptinessAnd everything I'm gonna missI know, that I can't hideAll this time is passing byI think it's time to just move onWhen you come back downIf you land on your feetI hope you find a way to make it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/111843055678381563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=111843055678381563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/111843055678381563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/111843055678381563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-miss-my-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-111842953093253130</id><published>2005-06-11T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T03:08:12.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our song... I still feel the same way when we first met...You And Me - LifehouseWhat day is it? And in what month?This clock never seemed so aliveI can't keep up and I can't back downI've been losing so much timeCause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to doNothing to loseAnd it's you and me and all of the peopleAnd I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of youAll of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/111842953093253130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=111842953093253130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/111842953093253130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/111842953093253130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2005/06/our-song.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-111061305817974297</id><published>2005-03-12T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T16:21:51.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One step closer...I have to bear with having PVCs (Premature Ventricular Contractions) as a complication of the chickenpox that I had during my birthday.  I was confined for a week because I couldn't breathe well specially when I am lying flat on my back.Now this heart problem is getting in the way of my going abroad.  How would I pass the pre-employment physical exam if they see PVCs on the ECG </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/111061305817974297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=111061305817974297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/111061305817974297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/111061305817974297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-step-closer.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-110538559734569030</id><published>2005-01-08T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T16:02:39.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Best Friend's WeddingWe arrived at Holiday Inn- Mimosa Pampanga in the afternoon, just in time to prepare ourselves for the wedding. I had to do my own hair and make-up and it took me 2 hours to finish. Finally I wore the 'corset' constricting dress (I don't think I can eat anything with the dress on)According to the invitation, the wedding was supposed to start at half past 5 in the afternoon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/110538559734569030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=110538559734569030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/110538559734569030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/110538559734569030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-best-friends-wedding-we-arrived-at.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-109791721833503556</id><published>2004-10-16T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T17:00:18.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>changed the layout again today but cant seem to make the comments link work... i wonder what im doing wrong...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/109791721833503556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=109791721833503556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/109791721833503556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/109791721833503556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/10/changed-layout-again-today-but-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-109745023503671707</id><published>2004-10-11T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T07:17:15.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Games really help me a lot...Oh well, I'm pissed and I know I shouldn't be... most of my friends know about this. I am still learning the art of 'deadma' and to just shut my freakin' mouth when all that wants to come out of it is f*&amp;k you %$#($* and a lot of other words similar to that to you know who people.Today am I learning to control myself to not be affected by the people around me who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/109745023503671707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=109745023503671707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/109745023503671707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/109745023503671707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/10/games-really-help-me-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-109151267092190844</id><published>2004-08-03T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T13:59:20.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just like this song... for a "blind" friend.Somewhere In The Middle - Dishwalla I was out the other dayand I saw you in your big black carand I was waving as you were passingcause I know who you areyou had this look that of an angelit was such a bad disguisedid you think for second I would not realizetripping hard falling down onto the groundcause I can't stand upand I can't fall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/109151267092190844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=109151267092190844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/109151267092190844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/109151267092190844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-like-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-109151250216812953</id><published>2004-08-03T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T13:55:02.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bowl-o-RamaWe found a new hobby. Bowling. Nuff said. Pics to follow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/109151250216812953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=109151250216812953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/109151250216812953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/109151250216812953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/08/bowl-o-rama-we-found-new-hobby.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-109120777260609579</id><published>2004-07-31T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T01:17:53.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank you for not bugging me.... I'm very happy that today is the 1st day I did not receive any messages from you.  I hope this will continue through the rest of our stay here.  I would like to be your friend but not more than that.  If you want me to be comfortable around you then you must learn not to treat me in that extra 'special' way.  Oh well.... with that set aside... its 80s day here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/109120777260609579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=109120777260609579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/109120777260609579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/109120777260609579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/07/thank-you-for-not-bugging-me.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-109101786655015609</id><published>2004-07-28T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T21:47:02.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its really flattering that you know that despite the fact that you already have a boyfriend, some guys still find you attractive.  Its quite annoying sometimes because you already told that person that you can only be friends, but still he treats you like he heard absolutely nothing.  For crying out loud, the guy even has a girlfriend. Shame on him. Bigtime.  I'm not the type of girl who would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/109101786655015609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=109101786655015609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/109101786655015609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/109101786655015609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-really-flattering-that-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-109151018371906879</id><published>2004-06-27T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T14:06:44.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sykes at Subic!Oh well they said that there will be roving buses every 30 minutes but we got stuck in Forest Hills... good thing we were able to buy supplies from Duty Free. Ann and I cooked sinigang and the rest is historyMe and Ann cooking sinigang.A hearty meal. Yumyum.Before going home. L to R Sonny, Ann, Mike and Me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/109151018371906879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=109151018371906879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/109151018371906879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/109151018371906879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/06/sykes-at-subic-oh-well-they-said-that.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-108612400099074604</id><published>2004-06-02T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T05:06:40.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day in my life... I just learned last week that my dad spent 14 years of his life cheating on us... straight from his own mouth... he told the other woman that he is just waiting for me to leave the country then he will tell my mom to leave the house so he can have the other woman live there with him... i heard it with my own ears. He was talking to the woman on his cellphone.I hate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/108612400099074604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=108612400099074604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/108612400099074604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/108612400099074604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/06/another-day-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-108545859378858847</id><published>2004-05-25T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T12:16:33.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>American IdolI just had to 'blog' this.  I'm ecstatic that Jasmine Trias is OUT! Man that girl has absolutely NO TALENT.  Oops sorry - she does have one - ANNOY PEOPLE while singing.  Oooh it just gives the shivers down my spine everytime I hear her sing.  She is either one key higher or one key lower than the song that she is singing.  Even if she does one day admit that she is Filipino, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/108545859378858847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=108545859378858847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/108545859378858847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/108545859378858847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/05/american-idol-i-just-had-to-blog-this.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-108413592480320356</id><published>2004-05-10T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T02:40:10.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>long time no blogOh well the Singapore trip turned out okay except for a few minor details... or should I say major???  Mike left his digicam in my cousin's car.  So we got no pictures. I didnt even bring my cam because I only have a 16MB memory stick which can store what? 13 pics? ho-hum. (Trivia: Someone was supposed to send me the memory stick I ordered before the trip but it still hasn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/108413592480320356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/108413592480320356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/05/long-time-no-blog-oh-well-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-107558733353736633</id><published>2004-01-31T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T06:17:10.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have never been so annoyed by Init Ulo during the past years of our relationship until today... to think its my birthday.We waited for the mall to open then once we got out of the office, he said he wanted to go to McDonald's and buy an apple pie.  McDonald's El Pueblo.  I didn't want to go and walk all the way there.  Why not go to McDonald's Megamall instead?!  Grrr I was soooo annoyed.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/107558733353736633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=107558733353736633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/107558733353736633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/107558733353736633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-have-never-been-so-annoyed-by-init.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-107462493807413523</id><published>2004-01-21T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T02:57:03.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got the visa today... just waiting for the employment papers...For me nothing is sure until I hold everything in my hands.   The employer called me yesterday morning and informed me that I can go there and 'hang around' for a while before I work - just to begin my adjustment to the 'new' environment.  They want me to explore before I work but this would be at my own expense.  Like duh!  Work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/107462493807413523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=107462493807413523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/107462493807413523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/107462493807413523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-got-visa-today.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-107351653864376738</id><published>2004-01-08T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T07:03:32.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:) Definitely Leaving :( I have ambivalent feelings towards leaving my current job mainly because of the TRUE friends I have at work.  After almost two years here I have come to know who the wolves are from the sheep.The time has already come for me to move on.  I know I have been waiting for this for a long time.  I will be leaving for the land of the kangaroos and koalas this coming late </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/107351653864376738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=107351653864376738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/107351653864376738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/107351653864376738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/01/definitely-leaving-i-have-ambivalent.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-107333407854782780</id><published>2004-01-06T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T04:22:29.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I came across this quote..."How can you assume to be friends with someone when all you think about  when you look at him is how much more you really want?"  Its hard.  I don't want my friend to get hurt.  I can see that she's happy... but I don't know for how long.  I don't know what to think.  He likes her.  She likes him.  Its complicated because he has someone in his life.  I'm worried </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/107333407854782780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=107333407854782780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/107333407854782780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/107333407854782780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-came-across-this-quote.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-107324807220803340</id><published>2004-01-05T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T05:04:08.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Late Meteor Garden FeverI never gave a s**t to F4 or Meteor Garden.  I think the show already ended ages ago but lately I was intrigued why a lot of people liked it... even my best friends came to watch the show... they got DVD/VCDs with the English subtitles.  They even told me to watch it. I always held back and said 'Yuck- there is no way that you can make me watch it. Sige magpakajologs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/107324807220803340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=107324807220803340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/107324807220803340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/107324807220803340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/01/late-meteor-garden-fever-i-never-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-107282377113267976</id><published>2004-01-01T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T05:03:24.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They say the best songs that you hear are about broken hearts... My heart is not broken... In fact, I am very happy.  But I still like to sing these sad songs... its more real... more heartfelt.I have walked and searched the malls in Makati just to find a Lara Fabian CD - but it is out of stock.  I was so desperate in getting one so I sent a text message to ask Ms. Explain and Nemo and if they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/107282377113267976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=107282377113267976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/107282377113267976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/107282377113267976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2004/01/they-say-best-songs-that-you-hear-are.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772354.post-107282196574243081</id><published>2003-12-31T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T15:03:34.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STUPIDITY AT ITS FINESTdo you want a piece of me? huh? do ya? do ya? do ya?sometimes its hard to be in the position you are in now.  people think of you as an immediate database for information.  im just a human being... just like you... i can be tired too...i am just resourceful...  i just know where to look and find the information that is needed. please stop asking me stupid questions...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/feeds/107282196574243081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5772354&amp;postID=107282196574243081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/107282196574243081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772354/posts/default/107282196574243081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykonurz.blogspot.com/2003/12/stupidity-at-its-finest-do-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>haze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
