<?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-6080598364143152799</id><updated>2012-01-06T10:43:03.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramble Ramble Ramble ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-4210626173990849902</id><published>2011-10-29T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T08:49:52.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nick frangione &amp; ben bonenfant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nick frangione kissing ben bonenfant in the movie Strapped (2010) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IoK6wgAYUyg/TqwfuxXysHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4m3bJHplIdA/s1600/Strapped-starring-Ben-Bonenfant-09.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IoK6wgAYUyg/TqwfuxXysHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4m3bJHplIdA/s320/Strapped-starring-Ben-Bonenfant-09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668940919340183666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ben bonenfant as a hustler ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5vctbNrfHcw/Tqwfii2TGJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Hh4LLFllkUs/s1600/Strapped-starring-Ben-Bonenfant-07.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5vctbNrfHcw/Tqwfii2TGJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Hh4LLFllkUs/s320/Strapped-starring-Ben-Bonenfant-07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668940709283174546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nick frangione ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CaDRc0k4Fs8/TqweUV-HcqI/AAAAAAAAADs/zPLHunh18ls/s1600/Nick%2BFrangione.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CaDRc0k4Fs8/TqweUV-HcqI/AAAAAAAAADs/zPLHunh18ls/s320/Nick%2BFrangione.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668939365796508322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-4210626173990849902?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4210626173990849902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2011/10/nick-frangione-ben-bonenfant.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/4210626173990849902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/4210626173990849902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2011/10/nick-frangione-ben-bonenfant.html' title='nick frangione &amp; ben bonenfant'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IoK6wgAYUyg/TqwfuxXysHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4m3bJHplIdA/s72-c/Strapped-starring-Ben-Bonenfant-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-8468932302002191590</id><published>2011-07-30T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T10:13:01.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that night ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was fast asleep in a hotel … it was past 1:00am … (I got a flight to catch up on the next morning).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(ringgggg!!) …my phone rang … (ringgggggg!!~) …..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;*eyes still closed* … fumbling in search for the phone …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘uhhhhhhh, helloooo’? …. I thought my voice sounded like growling …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…………&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘uhhh .. yeah im fineee … yeah … yeah … ok … ok …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;………&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘uhh, … u know what? It’s almost 2 am and I am really sleepyyyyy … can u call me tomorrow?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘ok’ …. *disconnected* ….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Having disturbed from sleep, I opened my eyes slightly and checked on the phone … 1 unread message (apparently someone sent me a message while I was sleeping)… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘Im really sorryyyy … I hv forgotten tht u’r in __ now … where r u?’ … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was from him … Yes, him! … I couldn’t believe my eyes … it felt like dreaming …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘it’s ok, im fine … im at __ now’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few minutes later, came another text … ‘r u alone? Do u want to meet up?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Having refreshed by his message, I replied ‘it’s up to u …’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘I can come to ur place if u want’ … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a few minutes thinking, I replied ‘ok, just come then …’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;About half an hour later … ‘im in front of your hotel now, can u go down and let me in?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I scurried for downstairs and to the lobby … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(in my room) …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘uh, honestly I came here just to accompany u … nothing else’ …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me ‘okay …’ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a few conversations and catching ups and some uh and ah …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘ok, let us sleep’ …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me ‘okay’ ….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 minute later …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(he moved his body and leaned over, trying to kiss me … ) …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘uhh … so that’s ur real purpose eh?’ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘im sorry, I shouldn’t do that … ‘ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me, similing cheekily… ‘it’s alright … it’s okay with me’ … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Him, pretending to be innocent ‘uh, no … let’s just sleep’ …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me (having slightly aroused) … ‘u already started it … how about this?’ I turned over and put my body on top of him …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*kiss* …. ‘uhhhh …’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘u like it?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘uhhhh, yesssss …”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘uh uh? …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘yeahhhhhhhhh …’ ..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*kiss* … *kiss* …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the rest of the night was spent thoroughly …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-8468932302002191590?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8468932302002191590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2011/07/that-night.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/8468932302002191590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/8468932302002191590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2011/07/that-night.html' title='that night ...'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-8805040795338349227</id><published>2011-07-06T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:24:10.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marlon teixeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2FT8GsWlZ8/ThSQZ1RSGWI/AAAAAAAAADk/Kl4ubIyu6CM/s1600/marlon3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2FT8GsWlZ8/ThSQZ1RSGWI/AAAAAAAAADk/Kl4ubIyu6CM/s320/marlon3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626280607963289954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he looks like my friend ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cvz87l1vL-s/ThSQWID3vgI/AAAAAAAAADc/cNv12eVWf9E/s1600/marlon2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cvz87l1vL-s/ThSQWID3vgI/AAAAAAAAADc/cNv12eVWf9E/s320/marlon2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626280544287833602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M75tw-VPHF8/ThSQR9uKzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/W_7-FPkc9C0/s1600/marlon1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M75tw-VPHF8/ThSQR9uKzSI/AAAAAAAAADU/W_7-FPkc9C0/s320/marlon1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626280472792976674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i always love eyes, beautiful eyes of course, especially those with dark, cool and sensual look ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-8805040795338349227?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8805040795338349227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2011/07/marlon-teixeira.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/8805040795338349227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/8805040795338349227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2011/07/marlon-teixeira.html' title='marlon teixeira'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2FT8GsWlZ8/ThSQZ1RSGWI/AAAAAAAAADk/Kl4ubIyu6CM/s72-c/marlon3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-2355418690463012597</id><published>2011-06-30T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:53:54.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>david villa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_A7sglH299c/TgybksGOP9I/AAAAAAAAADI/lG1JrJMK3PI/s1600/villacounters.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_A7sglH299c/TgybksGOP9I/AAAAAAAAADI/lG1JrJMK3PI/s320/villacounters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624041089293762514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bad day eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlYmvms2GRc/Tgybb_RBklI/AAAAAAAAADA/iT4pp8BD7GI/s1600/david_villa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlYmvms2GRc/Tgybb_RBklI/AAAAAAAAADA/iT4pp8BD7GI/s320/david_villa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624040939820520018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'd love to make him happy :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-2355418690463012597?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2355418690463012597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2011/06/david-villa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/2355418690463012597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/2355418690463012597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2011/06/david-villa.html' title='david villa'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_A7sglH299c/TgybksGOP9I/AAAAAAAAADI/lG1JrJMK3PI/s72-c/villacounters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-7068329450973820231</id><published>2011-06-29T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:26:15.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>innocent</title><content type='html'>hi all ... sorry for disappearing so long ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the reason i disappeared so long is that, i was having 'back to basic' mode ... i shunned all things that remind me of my unpleasant memories including this blog ... but now im here again ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most of my previous posts were about pains, failed crush etc2 .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today im not going to write the same ... im going to tell you what happened to me since my last post ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i met some guys and fucked some ;) ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha im kidding ... im not that promiscuous ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i met someone ... someone who made me feel good ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... will be continued on the next post :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-7068329450973820231?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7068329450973820231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2011/06/innocent.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/7068329450973820231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/7068329450973820231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2011/06/innocent.html' title='innocent'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-7436193763445319982</id><published>2010-11-18T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T08:10:25.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dog and cat</title><content type='html'>i feel like a dog abandoned by its owner for a cat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the dog knows it can't transform into a cat to make his owner love him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the dog decided to move on and hope for a new owner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he knows it'll be alright too to be a stray, without owner ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-7436193763445319982?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7436193763445319982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/11/dog-and-cat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/7436193763445319982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/7436193763445319982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/11/dog-and-cat.html' title='dog and cat'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-741431172542571567</id><published>2010-11-16T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T08:35:51.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffin ramble</title><content type='html'>sigh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought i could quit him. but i can't. i've deleted him on my ym and fb, yet i still think about him everyday. and today's even worse, i 'accidentally' met him and his gf during bfast. i didn't notice them coming, but i think he must have seen me before i noticed them. he smiled slightly when our eyes met. luckily i already finished my plate, so i took off silently without looking bck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;silly and stupid right? i should hv move on and forget abt him. i want to, but i can't, because he'll be around for another two three years so whether i like it or not, im gonna meet and see him (and his gf) somewhere sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well .. on a bright side (or probably another doom?), i got this another guy to look at. silly really, but i actually 'met' him many times already, and he always give me this kinda weird look everytime we meet. i remember the first time we 'saw' each other it was in an office. he looked kinda lost so i tried to help him. we spoke little. the second time we met was at a food court, i wasn't really looking at him but i noticed he was kinda giving me a strange 'look' so i 'stared' at him bck. from that moment, everytime we meet, he'll give me the same look - slight glimpse but kinda deep. i dunno how to describe it but it just feel different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing to expect though, coz he might just feel weird that i always look at him. and he might not what i want him to be. or worse, he might just get irritated and annoyed with my constant 'stare'. no i don't stare at him, just slight eye contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, probably i just need to focus on other thing. like work maybe. i wish i don't have these feelings to other guys. i wish i could get rid of it completely. i wish i could be someone else. but i won't be, coz i am what i am. whether i like myself or not, i will always be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still ... the coffin isn't really far ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't worry, im not going to do stupid thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-741431172542571567?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/741431172542571567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/11/coffin-ramble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/741431172542571567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/741431172542571567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/11/coffin-ramble.html' title='coffin ramble'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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-6080598364143152799.post-8712813445086140824</id><published>2010-11-13T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T08:51:16.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/TN7B4paNHGI/AAAAAAAAACs/qohVdXIPzYw/s1600/ricky-martin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539077770644888674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/TN7B4paNHGI/AAAAAAAAACs/qohVdXIPzYw/s400/ricky-martin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey guys ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bck. still alive. sorry for disappearing so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i moved out from my old place. i bought a new car, small car it is. it's cheap but i am happy. well, im happy for just that .. my personal side hasn't changed much. my last post was on last march, now it's november but yet i am still stuck with these stupid emotional things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't meet him (refer to my previous posts) anymore. he's still around but i no longer want to do anything with him. i deleted him on my ym (ignored too) and facebook (just recently). our last chat was two weeks ago and although nothing really happened between us, i just made the decision to completely erase him. our last chat was nothing really, he just asked how i am and what im doing and i just replied ok and other stuff ... no bitching, no angry tone nothing whatsoever ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the gal that was with him last time is officially his gf now. he drives her car around, and even went to her hometown. nobody told me but i got the clue from our last chat (that he went to her hometown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough about them ... i feel like stalking already ... and it's stupid too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? ... well i met new friends. foreign friends, but they're nice. im glad i met them. most of my friends now are foreigners. it's funny some locals have started assuming that i am a foreigner too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so enough post this time. there's a lot in my mind but i just don't know where to start so i just ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. sorry for my bad english. english isn't my 1st or even 2nd language so i apologise for any bad words (this post and my previous).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-8712813445086140824?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8712813445086140824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-back.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/8712813445086140824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/8712813445086140824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-back.html' title='im back'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/TN7B4paNHGI/AAAAAAAAACs/qohVdXIPzYw/s72-c/ricky-martin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-5294263180394429928</id><published>2010-03-11T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:01:33.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>why can't i be happy? why can't i be normal like anyone else?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i watched '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prayers_for_Bobby"&gt;prayers for bobby&lt;/a&gt;' (secretly) last night and i struggled so hard not to shed a tear. my roommate was around so it would be embarrassing if he saw me, a tough guy 'crying'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am bobby in many ways. we both struggle to find the answers to 'why im being like this?' or 'why can't i be like anyone else?'. i understand his frustration. it's just too bad he took his own life too soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i too have considered taking my own life before. but i couldn't, coz i was scared about dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really wish i could find someone who truly can understand me. and i wish i could talk to God and ask him why He created me like 'this'. i am not religious but sometimes i feel like there's nothing else i could do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish to have someone special in my heart who cares and loves me in return. but there won't be any for me, this i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-5294263180394429928?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5294263180394429928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/03/me.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/5294263180394429928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/5294263180394429928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/03/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-8162727013406533182</id><published>2010-03-01T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:32:48.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another ramble</title><content type='html'>maybe im just confused. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think im just unsure about who i should love. i think im able to love a girl, and i think im able to feel disgusted to fall in love with another guy. but the fact that i had more crushes on guys compared to girls made me think that i might actually prefer guys more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think there are only two guys who know that im different. the first one was this person who i had my first experiment with ... and the second one was a friend, who actually was the one who had wanted me to fuck him so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;otherwise im a straight guy. i act macho. i do rough sport. i do men's stuff. i talk men's stuff. and etc ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i had became a stranger to myself ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-8162727013406533182?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8162727013406533182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-ramble.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/8162727013406533182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/8162727013406533182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-ramble.html' title='another ramble'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-2217251929269094540</id><published>2010-02-28T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:02:36.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramble ramble and ramble</title><content type='html'>dunno what to write. i don't want to write abt him anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week's kinda hectic for me. soon, i need to go somewhere for some money matters. a lot preparations need to be done and i want to settle it all within this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got many friends. but i still feel lonely. i wish i have someone special who i care and love and she/he does the same to me. many people look up on me, idolise me and adore me but i felt nothing. i don't think i am (if) any special. even if i am any special, i don't know what is special about me. i don't think im perfect physically, yet there are few people who wanted me so bad. a girl wanted to be my gf, another girls wanted to hook up with me, and another boy wanted me to fuck him so bad! i really don't understand them, what did they see on me? they said that im cute, that im good looking guy, but i never see i am. it's always people who approached me first, i never made any first move until with this current guy. so i don't think im any good starter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i talked with this guy (who wanted me to fuck him) and asked him what's special about me. he told me it was my personality that made me 'hot'. am i really hot? i don't think so. but there's one thing for sure, i got a lot friends. different kind of friends. from different countries. from different races, from different religions ... a good mix of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i could do more ... i have more to do ... but with current situation, i am not sure where to go. i could go left, i could fo right ... or i could end my own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i envy people who had stable relationship with their loved ones. i don't understand people can love and break. i don't understand why so many people failed to be faithful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i am not perfect either so i could do the same thing. i wish i could see my own life as i see other's life so i can change and make better my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adam lambert just sang 'just don't give up' on my mp3 player ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-2217251929269094540?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2217251929269094540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/02/ramble-ramble-and-ramble.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/2217251929269094540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/2217251929269094540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/02/ramble-ramble-and-ramble.html' title='ramble ramble and ramble'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-4495801068790742962</id><published>2010-02-24T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:36:56.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>away forever</title><content type='html'>ok so this post is still about him. i hv to admit that i still think abt him; it's really hard not to coz he still lives here. i hv tried my best to avoid meeting him but we still met - accidentally of course. the latest of our meeting was yesterday, i was walking past a shop and he was there (i totally didn't expect to see him there), with a gal who i assumed to be his new gf. he saw me, he smiled and waved his hand at me and i stupidly smiled and waved back at him (which i regret now). good thing we didn't talk as i quickly whisked myself away - i didn't want to see him any longer. of course, it was painful to see him with another person but i hv learned to control myself so nothing happened after that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, good news for me today. a mutual friend of us told me that he will be moving away soon; to which i am glad coz that means i won't see him again, forever. i had wished not to see him again so the news abt him leaving away is definitely a relief and a 'dream comes true' for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not that i hate him. in fact, im still in love with him (i guess so, i never changed - too bad). but i know it is just impossible for me to have him so yeah, it is better for us to not see each other forever so i can completely heal the wounds and forget abt him ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll wait till the day comes ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-4495801068790742962?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4495801068790742962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/02/away-forever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/4495801068790742962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/4495801068790742962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/02/away-forever.html' title='away forever'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-4486597002676543889</id><published>2010-02-19T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:38:13.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;yeah i've been lazy blogging lately so no updates, sorry guys ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;so here i come ... writing abt random stuff btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;so i've been thinking about myself. about future, about plan, about what i need to do next, what choices i had, what should i do and etc ... i know im not young anymore so i really need to focus and do what i need to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it's quite sad that all my laid out plans are all about pleasing everyone. actually it's not really that bad but i don't think i will be truly happy with all of it (though i will keep my fingers crossed). but then i need to be realistic, otherwise i will be in nowhere soon ... yes im still living my fake life. fake? hmm .. maybe not, but maybe it is ... but then, as they said, just live your life no matter what (?) ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;about the guy (sigh, yes im still stupid .. ), i think i still have feeling for him although i blocked him on my ym forever ... i met him once during lunch not long ago .. i was sitting with friends and he came from behind, i didn't notice him coming, there was this mutual friend of us so he talked to him first, yeah he got this 'chance' to sit next to me finally ... he actually did asked my permission to sit next to me and i was like, smiling and acting kinda cheerful (i didn't want to create awkward situation coz nobody else knows about 'us') and said yes of course why not and further uttered stupid words 'long time no see you' .. he was like, smiling and said thanks so much ... yeah that as if i didn't do anything to avoid him since ages ago ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;so we did talked about few stuff .. and even joked ... and laughed ... and he invited me to come play with him again ... and i did say no problem (stupid right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i think i really need to stop writing about him ... but probably i will not stop coz i know i wont ... yes i know ... sigh ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6080598364143152799-4486597002676543889?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4486597002676543889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/02/yeah-ive-been-lazy-blogging-lately-so.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/4486597002676543889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/4486597002676543889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/02/yeah-ive-been-lazy-blogging-lately-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-6593300022966544887</id><published>2010-01-12T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:30:36.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid and rude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i still feel stupid of myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;probably i am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK so i haven't had any post about him lately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i met him unexpectedly today - err, just saw him to be exact - at this* crowded eatery. he was there with some girlfriends at the centre table talking and eating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i walked past them without looking at his direction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he noticed me. i thought he was about to greet me when i walk past them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i pretended that i didn't see him. i looked away as if i didn't notice him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i snubbed him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i took the farthest table away from him. i waited until they're gone before i walk out from the eatery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i thought he sensed my ignorance towards him after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so ... was i rude?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;probably yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i don't care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-6593300022966544887?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6593300022966544887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-and-rude_12.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/6593300022966544887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/6593300022966544887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-and-rude_12.html' title='stupid and rude'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-348198675610661013</id><published>2010-01-09T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T09:11:18.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid</title><content type='html'>i kinda regret my last post. i feel stupid about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel stupid about myself. why im being like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-348198675610661013?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/348198675610661013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/348198675610661013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/348198675610661013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid.html' title='stupid'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-5028562566283064622</id><published>2010-01-06T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:44:00.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is normal?</title><content type='html'>i wish to be 'normal' and straight just like many out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it would be easier if i am straight. life wouldn't be so hard. i wouldn't need to hide and fake things. i wouldn't get headaches over some guys. i wouldn't have to cry over them. my life wouldn't be so complicated. my life wouldn't be so full of miseries. my life wouldn't be so full of mess ... and lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know what to live. i feel so useless and alone. i have to pretend that i am happy with my life. i have to pretend that i enjoy living my life. i have to pretend that i am normal. and i have to pretend that i love my fake life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it would be easier if people are open and supportive. but they aren't. for them, being 'not normal' is a shame. an abnormal should be stoned to death. or shunned for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah this life's hard. and painful. i don't think anyone will be proud of me if they found out my 'abnormality'. i am sure my family will disown me. perhaps some friends will stay, but i think most of them will cut the strings off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i want to end my life. to end the miseries. to end the pains. to end everything. but yeah i still live now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what future has for me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do i have a future?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-5028562566283064622?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5028562566283064622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-normal.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/5028562566283064622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/5028562566283064622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-normal.html' title='what is normal?'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-8914950588789132649</id><published>2010-01-04T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T07:46:01.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year, new resolutions?</title><content type='html'>sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could think more positively. i mean, it never really crossed my mind that im truly happy of myself. i guess i am never happy of what i am. there's a huge part of me i'd like to banish. i wish i could be like someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i ever succeed in is my education. i consider myself in a class high above from many, yet i never really feel happy about it. perhaps it's bcoz im doing something i have to do, not what i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i could turn back to what i am really passionate about, but i think it's kinda late. i am not young anymore and i need to earn money to live. so i have to pick up whatever in front of me and not look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never had serious thoughts about my future. i had blurry images of what i wanted to be. perhaps i am yet to know what i truly want in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just need to carry on with what i have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-8914950588789132649?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8914950588789132649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/8914950588789132649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/8914950588789132649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-resolutions.html' title='new year, new resolutions?'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-1896660357932539907</id><published>2009-12-31T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:25:49.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Szxf7u983JI/AAAAAAAAACc/cGQ1Uy9UJIU/s1600-h/newyear2010.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Szxf7u983JI/AAAAAAAAACc/cGQ1Uy9UJIU/s400/newyear2010.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421313531272027282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-1896660357932539907?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1896660357932539907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-2010.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/1896660357932539907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/1896660357932539907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Szxf7u983JI/AAAAAAAAACc/cGQ1Uy9UJIU/s72-c/newyear2010.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-4317855603635382473</id><published>2009-12-20T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:47:34.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>horny</title><content type='html'>quick post. a different post btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so im uber horny now. i think im fully/well loaded and i think i really need a release but yeah im gonna hold it. im yet to experience a proper wet dream all my life so hope tonite i have one. but, no expectation coz i tried before and i didn't get any. i think my body was so used to 'manual release', it never understands an 'auto release'. i've been on 'manual gear' long before i reached puberty so my system was all set to 'manual' before it could even start with 'auto'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to write more coz im well uncomfortable now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sy5iKkvQtyI/AAAAAAAAACU/yP0lDrNE8EE/s1600-h/trasero+guy+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sy5iKkvQtyI/AAAAAAAAACU/yP0lDrNE8EE/s400/trasero+guy+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417375335573403426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sy5h_3VY7aI/AAAAAAAAACM/1JZfIh7XWlg/s1600-h/honestly_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sy5h_3VY7aI/AAAAAAAAACM/1JZfIh7XWlg/s400/honestly_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417375151586602402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sy5hx6RmY-I/AAAAAAAAACE/zviUqEzCB4w/s1600-h/Charlie+G+William+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sy5hx6RmY-I/AAAAAAAAACE/zviUqEzCB4w/s400/Charlie+G+William+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417374911857845218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sy5hq3ZhfUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7f1UHe1cJi8/s1600-h/DiscreteSheet02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sy5hq3ZhfUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7f1UHe1cJi8/s400/DiscreteSheet02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417374790826687810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-4317855603635382473?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4317855603635382473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/horny.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/4317855603635382473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/4317855603635382473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/horny.html' title='horny'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sy5iKkvQtyI/AAAAAAAAACU/yP0lDrNE8EE/s72-c/trasero+guy+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-4284775068749229343</id><published>2009-12-15T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:38:25.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saltwater blood meets spirit mountain</title><content type='html'>Sorry V, I know this is well late but I think it's better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should post this earlier but I just don't know how to write. I wanted to write something nice coz you've been nice to me; commenting on my posts, giving me courage and so on. This is actually last week's post but I kept it as a draft, until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to say thanks a lot, and it's really nice having you as a pal. And thanks for the special post, that's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who reads my blog (if any) please visit V's blog (listed on my favourites).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update this blog as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-4284775068749229343?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4284775068749229343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/saltwater-blood-meets-spirit-mountain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/4284775068749229343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/4284775068749229343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/saltwater-blood-meets-spirit-mountain.html' title='Saltwater blood meets spirit mountain'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-7081330090642574710</id><published>2009-12-13T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T07:59:39.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SyUOrOwwDyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CMAFbhwrA7I/s1600-h/want+you+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SyUOrOwwDyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CMAFbhwrA7I/s400/want+you+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414750262842625826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I can only dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-7081330090642574710?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7081330090642574710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/7081330090642574710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/7081330090642574710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-this.html' title='I want this'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SyUOrOwwDyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CMAFbhwrA7I/s72-c/want+you+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-495030629041780841</id><published>2009-12-10T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:10:39.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Later</title><content type='html'>Don't know what to write today so here's some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SyE3314F5hI/AAAAAAAAABs/3YbZFc7qMlM/s1600-h/people_albert_reed_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SyE3314F5hI/AAAAAAAAABs/3YbZFc7qMlM/s400/people_albert_reed_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413669659570726418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SyE3vPwPBmI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q4lvUEXUKU0/s1600-h/josh0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SyE3vPwPBmI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q4lvUEXUKU0/s400/josh0.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413669511898269282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SyE3dVRC0GI/AAAAAAAAABc/zLRn7myFW7U/s1600-h/Philip+%2840%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SyE3dVRC0GI/AAAAAAAAABc/zLRn7myFW7U/s400/Philip+%2840%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413669204140413026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SyE2lT0hShI/AAAAAAAAABU/DUWJoJnvMN4/s1600-h/him.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SyE2lT0hShI/AAAAAAAAABU/DUWJoJnvMN4/s400/him.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413668241679665682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-495030629041780841?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/495030629041780841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/later.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/495030629041780841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/495030629041780841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/later.html' title='Later'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SyE3314F5hI/AAAAAAAAABs/3YbZFc7qMlM/s72-c/people_albert_reed_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-1162318368107014512</id><published>2009-12-09T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:50:43.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I am really tired and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, post today might have to wait until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sx_i1xUwchI/AAAAAAAAABM/VvQEDuBl5zM/s1600-h/1206720123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sx_i1xUwchI/AAAAAAAAABM/VvQEDuBl5zM/s400/1206720123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413294690523968018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-1162318368107014512?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1162318368107014512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/untitled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/1162318368107014512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/1162318368107014512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sx_i1xUwchI/AAAAAAAAABM/VvQEDuBl5zM/s72-c/1206720123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-1297877922102651658</id><published>2009-12-08T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:40:22.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying</title><content type='html'>Honestly I couldn't really forget him. It's really hard not to think about him everyday. He lives and works nearby so there are still chances of me meeting him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog was supposedly dedicated to him but I am trying to get over him so I will post other things next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sx5-EtVyevI/AAAAAAAAABE/dMgLqDHrtds/s1600-h/matthew_bomer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sx5-EtVyevI/AAAAAAAAABE/dMgLqDHrtds/s400/matthew_bomer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412902421501475570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sx59-uRnpCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Nx2aO3BBk1w/s1600-h/matt_bomer_z9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sx59-uRnpCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Nx2aO3BBk1w/s400/matt_bomer_z9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412902318673208354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sx591Nf4LtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qazX7KOX4Lk/s1600-h/Matt+Bomer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sx591Nf4LtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qazX7KOX4Lk/s400/Matt+Bomer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412902155255819986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-1297877922102651658?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1297877922102651658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/trying.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/1297877922102651658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/1297877922102651658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/trying.html' title='Trying'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/Sx5-EtVyevI/AAAAAAAAABE/dMgLqDHrtds/s72-c/matthew_bomer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-175664970432894552</id><published>2009-12-07T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:58:55.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it over?</title><content type='html'>This is the second week I appear offline to him on YM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really happened between us. He was being nice and cheerful to me. And I did same to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made the decision to leave him for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked him so much, but I know it's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard fighting own feelings ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me wish I never met him in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bleeding. It's painful, but never mind, I know it will heal over time. I just need to hang on a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-175664970432894552?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/175664970432894552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-over.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/175664970432894552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/175664970432894552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-over.html' title='Is it over?'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-8184793986116481981</id><published>2009-11-23T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:59:57.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggle</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post. I was updating my other blog so I was left with no idea for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so I am still not over him. I miss him everyday like crazy, and I wish he is here by my side like he used to be. But two weeks back I didn't see him. He went offline for about a week, and I didn't see him around. It was kinda frustrating coz I was missing him so bad. Still, I didn't do anything. I had a bad move on him last time and it didn't went well. I don't want to do the same mistake again. I know we drifted apart since then and I know I will only make it worse by making any more move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only this week he started to appear online again. I wish he would chat to me but it never happened. Today I saw him, and I smiled at him. He smiled back at me. And that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ymed him in the afternoon to say 'Hi'. But he didn't reply me. Now he's online but I am not going to say hi again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-8184793986116481981?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8184793986116481981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/struggle.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/8184793986116481981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/8184793986116481981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/struggle.html' title='Struggle'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080598364143152799.post-1446457032597630657</id><published>2009-11-08T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:51:17.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SvbkNO-verI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AigMa5sGo9g/s1600-h/Him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SvbkNO-verI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AigMa5sGo9g/s400/Him.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401755719088175794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't my first blog. This isn't my first post either. But I deleted my earlier posts coz I feel lame about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so this blog is about someone I used to love (still now, but I know it's impossible). He looks a lot like him in the picture, if not better. They got similar features; the eyes, the eyebrows, the face, lips, hair, even the body ... the only thing differs him from this guy is the black shirt. He dislikes black colour, especially on clothes. The first time I saw him, I thought he was a model or a celeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back we were like very close friends. We hang out often, mostly just the two of us,  went shopping together, ate together ... and played together (not that dirty play OK). He would prefer to accompany me than hang out with his other friends. I thought we were like couple. I was almost sure that he liked me. But I was wrong. He likes girl ... he didn't felt the same way I feel to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are like casual friends who don't see each other that much. I accidentally met him today, and said hi to him, and he was like smiled and joked to me but that's all it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot to say about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080598364143152799-1446457032597630657?l=jerky2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1446457032597630657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/1446457032597630657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080598364143152799/posts/default/1446457032597630657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerky2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/guy.html' title='The Guy'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392531224634586289</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kInntNCGpkE/SvbkNO-verI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AigMa5sGo9g/s72-c/Him.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
