<?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-4918865270250862106</id><updated>2011-07-29T14:12:44.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAMone to call a music lover</title><subtitle type='html'>yes,being a disc jockey had never been better. it was my once-in-a-lifetime dream. now i got the opportunity, i never want to let it go anymore. i feel like i'm destined to share my life for music. here it is now...this is my story behind and upfront that microphone and loudspeakers...SAM</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samusika.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4918865270250862106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samusika.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11524576326754856091</uri><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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4918865270250862106.post-4230936426917097287</id><published>2009-06-18T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:19:35.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSMITTENATED</title><content type='html'>Well, i totally am. &lt;b&gt;Smitten and infatuated&lt;/b&gt; at the same time. He just struck me with everything that he says. IDK. i don't wanna be a douchetardassface like i was before. I kept making my hopes high that somebody would be dumb to looooove me, care for a least. I'm too dizzausted from everything that happened way back in the sixties. Ugh. Its totally &lt;i&gt;epuk&lt;/i&gt; - epic as f*ck. I mean, It's the same ol' story e-ve-ry-day. Me retelling what happened to &lt;b&gt;US&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;moiz &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the peckerhead&lt;/i&gt;. yep! gone berserk. like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and again. Somebody came. Telling me sweet nothings and love-you du jours, and i don't wanna go for sherian. i ain't gonna bust my own sh*t no more. Argh. I'm just sooooo wayyyyyy confUHused. I feel like i'm a fey, though i am not. ugh. to think that he's so far from here. like REALLY far - outta Philly. +( which made me go putzing around everytime i go to bed. He's kinda strict &amp;amp;&amp;amp; protective with everything. totally &lt;i&gt;dramastic&lt;/i&gt;. but i find it sweet &amp;amp;&amp;amp; me likey :) I just hope he's got all the gahoonies to go all the way here so that we'll be together, Thassall. +'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i don't wanna get hurt anymore. i don't wanna be left alone again and again. i don't wanna get allf*cked over 'em gringos. most of all, i don't wanna love no more. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thing is outrageously gai. and i hope that i won't be caught off the hook again - for like the nth time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sowwwww afraid 'coz He#1 left me and He#2 asked me to leave. Isn't that annoying?! Why wouldn't anyone want to stay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes He#3. a total babeyeak. he's the cutest thing. hope he doesn't change ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4918865270250862106-4230936426917097287?l=samusika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samusika.blogspot.com/feeds/4230936426917097287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4918865270250862106&amp;postID=4230936426917097287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4918865270250862106/posts/default/4230936426917097287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4918865270250862106/posts/default/4230936426917097287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samusika.blogspot.com/2009/06/insmittenated.html' title='INSMITTENATED'/><author><name>SAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11524576326754856091</uri><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-4918865270250862106.post-5683863563728833356</id><published>2008-08-24T10:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T07:12:04.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>acoustic soundproofs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the basics were taught.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i learned easily.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had my first morning duty,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE NEIGHBORHOOD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;with my partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i woke up soundly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;truth is,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm not used to waking up early.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i hated mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i just wanted to suck up to my pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff33;"&gt;the whole time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;it was very awkward for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;i mean,it's normal,maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;i just can't imagine myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;talking and talking on a single microphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;yet,many people can hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;without them seeing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;quite superficial,isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;but i must get used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;at least start to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;then,there it goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i was already doing all the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;with and without a partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i felt chilly doing that thing alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i made mistakes,yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i hate making mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but i have to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i need to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;for me to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;there i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;a dj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;doing all the adlibs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;saying things i wanted to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;unmindful of the people listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and taking tracks on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;it was quite a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;a move away stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4918865270250862106-5683863563728833356?l=samusika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samusika.blogspot.com/feeds/5683863563728833356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4918865270250862106&amp;postID=5683863563728833356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4918865270250862106/posts/default/5683863563728833356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4918865270250862106/posts/default/5683863563728833356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samusika.blogspot.com/2008/08/acoustic-soundproofs.html' title='acoustic soundproofs'/><author><name>SAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11524576326754856091</uri><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-4918865270250862106.post-5048714477451624629</id><published>2008-08-24T10:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:54:02.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when clouds sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;after i got back from summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i prepared my applications and went to the radio station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;got the chance to talk to one of the jocks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;was told to wait for a callback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm not really used to being turned down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that's the reason why i had sleepless nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and even became sorta paranoid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i took a huge breath when the program manager finaly contacted me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i was like "wahh.finally!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;it was really exhilirating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;the fact that i was chosen among a bunch of dj-wannabes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;lucky,no,i wasn't lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;it wasn't just any luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;it was me, the extraordinaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;it was me,a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;that helped me make it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and i'm proud of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and i thank GOD for giving me the talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;....to screw up.[laughs&amp;amp;&amp;amp;giggles]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i stood up from that wholly ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;gave myself a tap on the back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i'm happy not because of the fame that'll near me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i'm happy because i will get to live out my passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;passion for music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;love for music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;since childhood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this had been one of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm thankful it came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i promise i won't bluff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;..and keep my feet on the ground&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/4918865270250862106-5048714477451624629?l=samusika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samusika.blogspot.com/feeds/5048714477451624629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4918865270250862106&amp;postID=5048714477451624629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4918865270250862106/posts/default/5048714477451624629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4918865270250862106/posts/default/5048714477451624629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samusika.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-clouds-sing.html' title='when clouds sing'/><author><name>SAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11524576326754856091</uri><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-4918865270250862106.post-7320083553657097989</id><published>2008-08-19T17:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:54:46.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Absolute fascination with stars-that's what i'm into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love seeing those teeny-weeny headlights scattered in that velvet blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm used to catching a glimpse when I feel muggy and sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Seeing them gives me a sigh of relief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Then again, I'm back to reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The reality that morning's still coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and that I have to chase all my troubles away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Stars are patterned with dreams, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It's beacuse of its nocturnal context. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You see stars at night and dream of dreams at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;makes sense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I onced dreamed a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Not mentioning the impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It was my dream for the impossible to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Then again, back to my bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;tried to wipe the wet tears that stained my pillows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Since a lass, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I dreamed of becoming a disc jock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;An actress, perhaps, but more like a musician. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I used radio antennas and perfume bottles as my microphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I recorded my voice and imitated what I hear over the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It was frustrating for me because I thought I got no chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But to hell's surprise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I made it and it's all beacuse of my STAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4918865270250862106-7320083553657097989?l=samusika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samusika.blogspot.com/feeds/7320083553657097989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4918865270250862106&amp;postID=7320083553657097989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4918865270250862106/posts/default/7320083553657097989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4918865270250862106/posts/default/7320083553657097989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samusika.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-and-my-star.html' title='me and my star'/><author><name>SAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11524576326754856091</uri><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-4918865270250862106.post-6083679579783402896</id><published>2008-08-19T09:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:55:14.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hoowee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;now was the time to claim my birthright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and that was to do what i wanted to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I admit, I'm a sucker for getting what i want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm not spoiled nor a brat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but I just had a knack on keeping things my way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I don't know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;maybe craziness peeped in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok then, so here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This may sound way cheesy or sadistic in a more contemporary explanation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanted a guy badly that when i finally got him, i never wanted to let go.Yet, it ended up me turning the tracks for him. I became a doom cookie since then (and maybe until now) but people aren't surprised anymore. I really loved him so much but our affair (coz i don't consider it a serious relationship because he never was serious.duh.) was more like vengeful and demeaning. I looked like a rebound or something. He never cared about me though he acted like he do. It was fun being with him. Truthfully, I enjoyed being with him because he was the one guy I loved next to my father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I miss him very much. He knew me too damn well. He even told me not to focus on getting what I want. I liked the way he showed how he knew me. But then again, that made it easier for him to enter my life then just leave. Maybe soon i'll forget all about him, or maybe not. I tried my best but couldn't go any further. Those were my blue hours. Time when my heart was at its peak,couldn't get any higher, and soon may just drop dead.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4918865270250862106-6083679579783402896?l=samusika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samusika.blogspot.com/feeds/6083679579783402896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4918865270250862106&amp;postID=6083679579783402896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4918865270250862106/posts/default/6083679579783402896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4918865270250862106/posts/default/6083679579783402896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samusika.blogspot.com/2008/08/blue-hour.html' title='blue hour'/><author><name>SAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11524576326754856091</uri><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-4918865270250862106.post-8529944060258595353</id><published>2008-08-18T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T07:16:23.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ziihendz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg114/kikibaby223/random%20LKH%20pics/school_books.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="97" alt="" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg114/kikibaby223/random%20LKH%20pics/school_books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll123/Claret40/AteneodeNagaUniversity.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I already knew for myself that i'm not like any other girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I act different, think different, live different, and love being different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Maybe i just considered myself different among others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but hey, it's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm tired of the saying that "we are all unique"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yeah right so what happens next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;trying to be someone else you're not?Like c'mon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it's the 21st century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you can no longer teach kids to be unique &amp;amp; feel their indifference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We're all equal?! still, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;For me, I am who I am and i'll be who I want to be...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;So there I was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;a student,a daughter, a girl for keepsakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I made good in class and all the extra-curricular activities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I made president, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;a student patrol, part of the prom committee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;and you can see my face on every event in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;what a sweet success for a normal student in an exclusive school for girls huh?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;but the, criticism strikes in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i tried my best to fit in their shoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I tried doing all things that will please 'em...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;but you can't please everybody...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I graduated from highschool and went to college. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never knew that it'll be a different world for me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was fun,really fun...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love knocking out all the teachers with my unpredicted ideas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a yeasayer but i love my opinions and the way i sweat it all out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was almost like any other giddy students. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got absent, late, and was even chased after by the lady guard...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i tell you, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it spelled fun as in F-U-N!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/4918865270250862106-8529944060258595353?l=samusika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samusika.blogspot.com/feeds/8529944060258595353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4918865270250862106&amp;postID=8529944060258595353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4918865270250862106/posts/default/8529944060258595353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4918865270250862106/posts/default/8529944060258595353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samusika.blogspot.com/2008/08/henge.html' title='ziihendz'/><author><name>SAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11524576326754856091</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg114/kikibaby223/random%20LKH%20pics/th_school_books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4918865270250862106.post-8759951774146273390</id><published>2008-08-17T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:56:06.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when and how</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/87/76/57256778/1_160113463m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;It was summer then. i heard over the radio that there's a look-out for a new dj. i desperately wanted to try out but before i got the chance, they already hired one.so, off i go and enjoyed one of my BIGGEST yet tiresome summer escapades. i was worn out and depressed from an affair that didn't last that long. i needed to find may way out of my own mess. when i got back home, i heard that there's another opening. i submitted my resume and i admit...those callback days and nights were quite dreary...&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/4918865270250862106-8759951774146273390?l=samusika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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