<?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-6607874023982705232</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:58:22.623-04:00</updated><category term='Bartender Recipes'/><category term='Aristotle&apos;s Words'/><category term='Egotistic Productions'/><category term='Propaganda'/><category term='Ramblings.com'/><category term='Chapters'/><title type='text'>Your friendly superhero, Snucks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-1194886311903624296</id><published>2010-03-08T14:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:42:06.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new story</title><content type='html'>I opened my eyes to a bloody and broken face that was hanging off the dashboard. My heart pounding. I can feel my rib cage trying to yell out from the compression of this pressure. I need air as much as I need to yell out from the numbing pain that I feel. I can't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one heard me. I was there, stuck, panicking. The andrenaline in my veins are rushing in my head. I can feel my skull breaking, beating from the fill of blood in my brain. I tried jerking my legs, my arms or even anything, but none of it all were responding. I tried moving my head but I can not move. Why am I stuck in this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at that little second that I have left, I saw her face, bloody and broken. I don't even know if she's still alive. I can almost feel the torment that her body is enduring, the broken pieces of glass jabbed in her face, the pressure of the seats piled on her and the seat belt strap choking the very air in her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who is she really? Her mirage was so new to me, yet so old within me. I can not remember. She seems like an important person.. but who is she really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my deepest sympathy, I grabbed the seatbelt and jerked it out to help her breathe. And as I did, I hear something break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I think something is about to come down big on us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-1194886311903624296?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1194886311903624296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-story.html#comment-form' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1194886311903624296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1194886311903624296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-story.html' title='A new story'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-4632923141230105590</id><published>2010-01-10T02:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:03:55.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aristotle&apos;s Words'/><title type='text'>New One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You got me hooked on your scent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The aroma of the little fibers that caught my nose in a bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Little giant spores entering my brain invading my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;poisoning my nervous system, attaching itself to the nerves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;of my brain. Simulated through a remote control mechanism,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my body involuntarily moving with the siren's song, dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;with the deceiving serenade and overpowering the control of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;own free will. The strings that keep me intact while I live in the illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;created by my imagination in my yearn for the Midas' touch of peace and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;attention through my anxious appetites. My deranged mentality and corrupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;interpretation of dreams that led me into an over-affectionate desire to live in a world of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;bliss and ignorance. The control over my soul in return for the deceit that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I live in, without noticing the impairment that I have brought to my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;as I walk in the halls of broken sorrow. Waking up to the idea that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my body has grown enthusiastic and solely attached itself to the the drug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that you put me under control of, damaging the sense to see pass the delusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and straight to the reality. My body, exhausted and worn out from the confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;of mythological and real, looked straight at the gorgon's eyes but stoned down and rejected the final appeal to flee. Back inside the warping hole of intertwined swirls and circles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;broken down mast heads and the Titanic of my consciousness sinking through the whirling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;death of cold and bitter loneliness. In realization of the drug, I have now brought myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;torment while notwithstanding the intoxication of the contract design to keep me within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my holding cell, as my body is used for other purposes. I have lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my soul and my love, but only the drug that keeps me awake at night.&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/6607874023982705232-4632923141230105590?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4632923141230105590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4632923141230105590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4632923141230105590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-one.html' title='New One.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2793168856884716900</id><published>2009-12-30T21:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:24:08.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. Fail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wow, I hate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sorry that I'm bitchin' and whinin' but.. WTFUCK IS THIS DENTIST THINKING GIVING PEOPLE THAT MAKES THEM DEPRESSED?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah, it heals the pain and all but it gets me fuckin' depressed. I actually cried man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This day started out as stupid as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My dad yelling at me over and fuckin' over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then also when I got home after the fucking surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then blah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blah blah blah, fuck fuck fuck, blah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm in fucking pain. And seriously, nothign is making me feel any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not these meds, nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know I'm being a little bitch right now but, I can't fucking take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right when I need it the most, it's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right when I need that little push to help me feel better, it's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right when I need it to help me, it's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Funny when I never leave it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Funny how this always happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;De nada.&lt;/span&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/6607874023982705232-2793168856884716900?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2793168856884716900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-fail.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2793168856884716900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2793168856884716900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-fail.html' title='Wow. Fail.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-5204342435590327003</id><published>2009-12-30T18:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:03:17.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Teeth.</title><content type='html'>Got my wisdom teeth out today.&lt;div&gt;Seems like it wasn't such a fucking fun feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of that.. blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously feel bad already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck. Just seriously. I just feel like shooting someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like SHIT. Okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually feel like breaking down right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is fucking stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. fuck. Fuck. I can't fucking take this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-5204342435590327003?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5204342435590327003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/12/wisdom-teeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/5204342435590327003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/5204342435590327003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/12/wisdom-teeth.html' title='Wisdom Teeth.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-1077116189220426702</id><published>2009-12-25T20:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T20:51:08.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>It's sad how I have to lie to myself in Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;Have to lie to myself that everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, after a while of nothing, it's my fault once again.&lt;br /&gt;Ha ! Things never really change, do they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there goes my excuse.&lt;br /&gt;And I dun got anything with me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for giving.&lt;br /&gt;And it's time to give...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Up up up and away we go !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-1077116189220426702?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1077116189220426702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/12/boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1077116189220426702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1077116189220426702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/12/boo.html' title='Boo.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-3108272160943655090</id><published>2009-12-23T18:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:02:51.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People need to learn who He truly is.</title><content type='html'>December 23, 2009. - 6:37 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember about 4 years ago, I was looking at Bo Sanchez' face, a very amazing preacher, very amazing mentor and has founded the Light of Jesus Community that is now all around the world. I was staring at him and I was telling myself, promised myself and asked God to help me be like him in a matter of 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 17 now, 4 years ago, I would be 13 and I can surely say that I was very naive. To say something like that without even thinking of what it really means. And I forced myself in the spotlight, as a matter of attention. To be praised, to be thought of someone that is good, my ego and pride. His presence to me, was only like a drug, to overcome my own anxieties and make myself feel "good". I used Him as a placebo to make myself better and at the same time, make myself feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An addictive attitude that I truly kept and has abused quite a few things in my life. It's hard and painful. And slowly but surely, I was strayed away. Finding any means necessary to get over myself, justifying my actions by doubting God and finding  as many reasons possible, to procrastinate dealing with things and finding reasons not to believe God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God is not the question, He is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;God is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone needs God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finding Him is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-3108272160943655090?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3108272160943655090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-need-to-learn-who-he-truly-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3108272160943655090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3108272160943655090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-need-to-learn-who-he-truly-is.html' title='People need to learn who He truly is.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-6353574502728200611</id><published>2009-12-14T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:23:17.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Grow the fuck up. That's what I keep on telling myself, at least.&lt;br /&gt;This is bullshit. Why do I feel so shit. Seriously, this thing ain't getting any better for me.&lt;br /&gt;Uhg. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to keep up than it is to catch up but all I did was mess up.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-6353574502728200611?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6353574502728200611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/12/grow-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6353574502728200611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6353574502728200611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/12/grow-up.html' title='Grow up.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-6532475420536413650</id><published>2009-12-14T00:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:08:47.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I realized why I keep on failing.&lt;br /&gt;Though realizing why, is only half of how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I was going about my boredom, I realized why I'm failing hard.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because I'm really scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not giving my best, nor even trying.&lt;br /&gt;And despite that, my morals WANT me to try.&lt;br /&gt;My heart and spirit, doesn't want me to try.&lt;br /&gt;And now, my whole body is in this state of dilemma or conundrum.&lt;br /&gt;Which leads to my various illness-es that is coming from out of nowhere and my exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea how to deal with this.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I have to go through this when I don't even know what to do, or how to do it, or what I'm supposed to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm just failing this thing real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-6532475420536413650?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6532475420536413650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/12/bah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6532475420536413650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6532475420536413650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/12/bah.html' title='Bah.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-8349912075354559981</id><published>2009-11-30T16:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:25:27.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. Wtf.</title><content type='html'>This is so bs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-8349912075354559981?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8349912075354559981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow-wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/8349912075354559981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/8349912075354559981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow-wtf.html' title='Wow. Wtf.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-1284178590558880326</id><published>2009-11-29T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:03:55.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aristotle&apos;s Words'/><title type='text'>Blank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I haven't even heard the sound of your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was only the blank tones and empty sounds of dialing and ringing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My heart was already shaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can already hear the shattering noises that my heart is making as you pick up the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Your coldest hello, though I'm so used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The ones that you give me before you leave my heart blank and empty once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hear it once again and my whole body starts to tremble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Listening to the voice that is about to break and torment me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The emptiness of your tone, the deafening nothing of your silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All it comes down to me,  as I shake, rattle and roll around the edges of my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can feel it coming, as you downsize my feelings one more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Torture my inner being once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blame it on the mistakes that I make from the steps that I take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Foolishly hanging on to the thread-line that separates our inner sanctuary from being broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Though the opportunity of downfall is new, the feeling is old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Numb to the entire process that interludes the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Listening to your silence.&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/6607874023982705232-1284178590558880326?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1284178590558880326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/11/blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1284178590558880326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1284178590558880326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/11/blank.html' title='Blank.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2274843304919333999</id><published>2009-11-16T21:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:03:55.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aristotle&apos;s Words'/><title type='text'>My Hunger For Your Affection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hunger for your affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Day and night I long for your undivided attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need your thoughts of right intentions to stop me from actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That yells out for constant admiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I ask for your abiding flattery to boost my confidence every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I walk upon the course of apathy and alienation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am nobody to somebody when nobody asks for somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just another slate of body, a shell of insignificancy rotting within my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;drowning anybody I touch with the poison within my skin, I call ambiguity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I blame you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I blame you for leaving me in the midst of my uncertainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The consciousness I lack that you have depraved me from your sudden absent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I blame your blind disguise incapable of seeing yourself through the reflection of the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where you see my tormented soul without your intent to repent and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss you.&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/6607874023982705232-2274843304919333999?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2274843304919333999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-hunger-for-your-affection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2274843304919333999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2274843304919333999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-hunger-for-your-affection.html' title='My Hunger For Your Affection'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-4920975145889281148</id><published>2009-09-05T00:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:51:46.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's been a long time eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, Hi, my old and dearest friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here I am again. Once, twice, gone but always be back in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bear with me, my left arm has been in pain, from I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think this blogpost will show me why it's been killing me and how this is all back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But hey, how's my summer been? Well, things has been quite well. Though, my summer started up with a lot of pressure thrown upon me. Yeah, it was painful. A summer where I went through a lot of things that I didn't think will be possible yet, it was possible. Thanks to You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I got her back again but looking back to what I went through. It was painful. The hassle, the thoughts, the agony, the long and sleepless nights, the painful memories of yesterday and the crushed hopes of tomorrow, and the constant influences by many friends and family. That's how it all started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But it happened anyway. And God, I am thankful for all these. Very thankful that I have her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's funny though. It didn't end there. Getting kicked out or even, moving out was a journey and an adventure, I wanted to be in. It was fun. My only thought was that, I'll go through even the harshest place in the world, as long as I'd be with her, things will be alright. It was weird, and somehow, I had a reason not to slack off and make things work as they are. I think I love her that much. Jeez. Well, it was hard but waking up to her face, seeing her right when I wake up and hugging her right beside me, everything was all worth it. I enjoyed every moment of it and God, I thank you that I went through that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, we both ended up going to our respective houses. And in the few little days that I  got her back, something happened, we fought, we ended and me, shattered once again. Yeah, I was desperate. I came by everyday of the week, called her, talked to her and did all that I could to make us work, and it didn't work, I think. Everyday was a different flower. One day was happiness, next day was another break up. Somehow, things just worked out and we got back again. And I am happy to have her. All the trouble, every moment of it, I cherish for being with her, to me, is like a state of ecstasy that I'd love to be in. She brings both the fantasy and reality in my world and leads me to where I should be. I love her and I'm actually crazy for her. I love her cooking, her motherly attitude, her wife-like intentions and I love how she takes care of me. She's the girl that I'd fight death for and would live life to be with. I'm in love with her. That is all. I want her in my future, I want her in Waterloo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, my brothers in crime, well, they were all over this. They held me through everything. Our late night chillages, their late night sleep overs, our basketball days with everyone around the neighborhood, their sleep ins on my bed and our late night Halo 3 multiplayer fights with everyone while we were consciously intoxicated by our subconscious minds. They were there, no matter what. Committed through a bond that we share and the vows that we took, we are brothers. My God, oh how I thankful I am for their presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And yet another, break up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was the same numbing pain that I had just quite a while with my arm, but harsher and more painful. That day involved me spending time with my new friends in my neighborhood. An amazing day, despite the quite painful event. A good day playing both basketball and football, just relaxing the mind and taking the day an ease through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And the day after, she asked me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My days involved continuous visitations to see the wife, everyday distress with financial trouble, continuous visitations from the boys, staying up until 5, every now and then CSI and Criminal Minds marathon and enjoying the presence of constant nagging from my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My family has always been there. Throughout this whole summer, I think I've brought them enough trouble to last their lifetimes. And I do love them but sometimes, I can't stand them. And I know they feel the same way. My sister once caused me a garbage truck filled with stress and pain only to look out for me. My mom whom I love for always being there, regardless of what is happening though my patience for her troublesome nagging is starting to deteriorate. My little brother who is very annoying and very troublesome yet holds the brightest of the future. My dad who I will not understand and neither will he understand me, who does not really know who I am or even, believes in who or what I want to be. It's alright. I think I understand what I can not understand. I thank God for having these and having to experience these moments this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And then, the last week of summer comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jeez. To those people that I have not seen this whole summer, I ask for your forgiveness. I miss you all. I love you and I thank you for always being there regardless of my disappearance. I enjoy your support and your caring for me. I love you all and you will always have a special place in my heart. I hope to see you when school starts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Marcus, Everest, Voydie, I miss you guys. A lot &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dia, I have yet to see you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But my nights have been sleepless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A zombie sleeping, only for the point of closing my eyes and letting the time pass by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think the same reason why my left arm has gone numb on me this whole day, giving me an aching nerve near my shoulders and elbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stress. Stress about my last year of school. The high expectations of myself for myself, the 100%-given no-slack hard-work attitude, the fear of failing the given expectations and goals, the future that beholds unlimited possibilities and Waterloo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes, I am scared. I am scared to fail me, I am scared to fail my family and I am scared to fail her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And the only thing that I can do is trust. Trust in myself and trust in God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's easier said than done.  But I'd have to cope with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My prayer before I sleep tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh Lord, if you're listening. I thank you for everyone that is around me, here to help me understand, learn and grow. To guide me as a person and build me as a human being. Thank you for every moment of this summer, the blessings, guidance and the strengths to deal with everything. I'd like to ask forgiveness for my idiotness, for my offenses and my short-comings. I'd like to ask forgiveness for the times that I have given up on myself, on other people and on you. I ask forgiveness for being stupid. My God, oh my loving God, you are great and I ask that you may take care of me and guide me for I am in stress. Take care of  everyone that I know and bless them. God, I'd like to trust in you, my life and my soul and the days of my life. I ask for Tita Corazon Sanchez' and my grandparents' souls to rest in peace and may you guide their soul to heaven and eternal rest. I ask for y our love, oh Lord God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Summer '09. What an unbelievable summer has it been.&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/6607874023982705232-4920975145889281148?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4920975145889281148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-long-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4920975145889281148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4920975145889281148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-long-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a long while.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2739857466462719151</id><published>2009-08-15T21:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:00:33.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>I love how I only write here when I need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk, why won't we? Cause, my words have been suppressed in, way too much lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Hi John.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Doc, I have a problem. We need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;Doc: How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awful. This feeling is ridiculous. You know, I hate hurting her over and over again, as if my presence and me not letting her move on, is just hurting her more.&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Is there something that you can do?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Other than, just taking it all in and doing my best to make this work all over again, no, nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Maybe, you should give her some time.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know. It just, I guess it kills me to know that I have hurt her again because I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Doc: You're not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But, I make petty mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Yes you do. No one is perfect, but that doesn't make you stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's true. I guess I should stop telling myself that I am stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Yeah, start with that at least.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay. I'm not stupid. But I hate hurting her, doc. What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Well, you're getting better now with handling things right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I guess so. Now that I realized where I actually stand, then yes, I know that I'll be making things work.&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Okay, then, just give it some time to let things fall down into their places. Things will work out. Things just work out, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, they do. With me and her, everything works out perfectly despite how bad things get.&lt;br /&gt;Doc: See? Ain't that a sign enough? Because, I can tell you, not every couple can do that. I mean, A year and six months, not counting the months you were apart, is a long time. No one even thought you guys will last this long. No one even though you'd actually spend this much time to make this work. Seriously, you didn't even want to move a finger the moment you got taken.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I know. I didn't think that I'd work my ass off right after that painful relationship with whatsherface.&lt;br /&gt;Doc: See. And now, you just have to polish things up right? Make things better. Make them the way they should be and the way they are. All you gotta do is give it some time. Give her some time to cool things down.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But doc, you and I know how I am. I don't have the patience.&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Stop giving yourself such a hard time. You have all that is needed, and if anything, more than what is needed. You're dumbing yourself down. That's not right. You're an amazing guy who went through all this hassle, all through this hurt and pain, and all through the bullshit of just getting her back, just the fights, or even just the weeks that have passed. And you have all that to make things work with her now. You love her don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, with all my heart, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Then, hang on. Pray. Pray for patience, pray for help, and just pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks doc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2739857466462719151?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2739857466462719151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/08/boo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2739857466462719151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2739857466462719151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/08/boo.html' title='Boo.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-1041644418212352912</id><published>2009-08-04T08:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:57:56.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. What the hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;What the hell kind of dream was that.&lt;br /&gt;It was like, a dream straight to the detail.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking.. scary as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually like.. shaking out of terror right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-1041644418212352912?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1041644418212352912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-what-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1041644418212352912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1041644418212352912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-what-hell.html' title='Wow. What the hell.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-3950844116928120245</id><published>2009-07-31T21:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:12:19.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;As hard as a wood, that's what they said about how hard my head would.&lt;br /&gt;Be, as I walk down the streets of loneliness and foolishly, me.&lt;br /&gt;See, I am going crazy, emotionally attached to the thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;A gut feeling and little signs that I believe and bet my whole life to.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you and me. And how much do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see. As stubborn as your head is when we're dealing a task.&lt;br /&gt;As much as the sacrifices we've ever made just to make this last.&lt;br /&gt;And I will make my stand, right now.&lt;br /&gt;As hard as it can go, and as much as it will show.&lt;br /&gt;Between you and me, I so love you more.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can't understand that, and you will push me away like a fatass.&lt;br /&gt;But I do, and that is true, beneath the lies of the world and overreactions that we both throw on each other, only to realize that we just want each other's attention.&lt;br /&gt;No, I will not put myself in a detention.&lt;br /&gt;To what? Stop myself and act like I have no intentions?&lt;br /&gt;Of getting you back that is, because I can't seem to lose my bliss.&lt;br /&gt;I know you'd like to forget this, but please.&lt;br /&gt;Don't force yourself into the loneliness that we already put ourselves through once.&lt;br /&gt;I know we mesh better than the black guy and the white girl in save the last dance.&lt;br /&gt;One glance of your eyes and you put me in a state of trance.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, that number one fan of your's that stand out in the midst of a whole bleachers of fans.&lt;br /&gt;With all that glitters right on the side. I'm telling you, I'm real bonafide, ready to die and ride.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, what can I do when I drown from the thoughts of you, over flowing in my mind like a high-tide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeez. What have I done to myself? I don't even write like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-3950844116928120245?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3950844116928120245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/07/wood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3950844116928120245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3950844116928120245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/07/wood.html' title='Wood.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-8009206704915005234</id><published>2009-07-29T08:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:47:32.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Excuse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What's my excuse this time?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Things has been bad.&lt;br /&gt;She can't remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd talk to her and she wouldn't hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;I know, for the past month, that was all a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;The doctors said that it was never supposed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;They said it was basically impossible for that to ever happen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you were there. You remembered me.. for a whole month.&lt;br /&gt;You knew who I was. Knew my name, knew who we were.&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, this disease took you away from me and the little time that we shared, now seems like forever to think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why does this have to happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself, why does this have to happen to me? What have I done wrong..?&lt;br /&gt;The doctors are telling me to give up.&lt;br /&gt;Just give up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell them otherwise,  I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I can't give up. I love her way too much.&lt;br /&gt;And they reply with the most heart-breaking responses, but I knew that these were coming.&lt;br /&gt;There just telling me the facts. Besides, they're scientists afterall, they know a lot about facts.&lt;br /&gt;"It's not worth it, Mr. D. Yeah, maybe, she did come back, from an impossible state, but look, she's gone away. Are you willing to put up through this again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my excuse this time? I have none.&lt;br /&gt;All I can think of was the pain that I feel. I should give up right? Even the doctors said so.&lt;br /&gt;But if I did, then I'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God should damn me if I were to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've beaten her Alzheimer's. Yeah, I've seen the impossible happen and the impossible slip away from me once more. Just like any other day and every other day. But I can't let her go. I love her. I'll beat the disease over and over again . Every day, harder than ever. I will beat it. Where she is, is my home. I love her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Because it's the only thing that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I hold on to my rosary, I just pray.&lt;br /&gt;God guide me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I'll be reading our story once again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Notebook"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-8009206704915005234?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8009206704915005234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-little-excuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/8009206704915005234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/8009206704915005234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-little-excuse.html' title='My Little Excuse.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-3667233598557633946</id><published>2009-07-28T23:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:55:01.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;What my decisi&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; is will prov&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; n&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;thi&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;lse but how much of an idiot I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-3667233598557633946?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3667233598557633946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/07/boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3667233598557633946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3667233598557633946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/07/boo.html' title='Boo.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-1977676690630062843</id><published>2009-07-27T09:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:50:15.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why.</title><content type='html'>It takes two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-1977676690630062843?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1977676690630062843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/07/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1977676690630062843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1977676690630062843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/07/why.html' title='Why.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2183879308582481293</id><published>2009-07-26T22:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:32:19.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What? Really?</title><content type='html'>I'm being hated for this?&lt;br /&gt;What now? Because I'd like to go through this again, you're hating me?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. I know you're only looking out for me and I know you probably think that I'm going to go through hell, once more just for a girl that you think, I should not even spend my time on due to the past. Alright. I get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But get me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this because I want to. It might be incredible stupendously stupid but I want to. I want to go through this not because I'm stupid and that I don't know what's right and wrong. I know it's going to hurt me a lot again. I know it's going to take my time. I know I'll have to go through hell. And most of all, I know that this is ridiculously wack. But don't you get how much I want this? This much. That I'm willing to go through hell and back one more time without expecting anything back, just so I can try once more. That's how much I want this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2183879308582481293?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2183879308582481293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2183879308582481293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2183879308582481293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-really.html' title='What? Really?'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-4237514623230592591</id><published>2009-07-24T20:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:54:47.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's always been like this right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We started off with a smile on your face, on the same day, with tears in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That was how we started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You saw your fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But did I see mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They said it was my fault for getting in this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He said, "You know how she is. Let her cool off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And he's right. I do know how she is. She overreacts a lot about every single thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember, one time, she got so cheesed that I thought about taking in my ex's baby if she was pregnant, since she wanted to have an abortion and I was only there to save the child. She yelled at me over and over again. She wouldn't stop despite the fact that I tried to explain why. Even then, that was my fault, because I didn't even think of her, right..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And well, breaking up on her two hours before her birthday was pretty stupid too. Because, she thought about what I think yet still wanted to go and move. What was I supposed to feel? I felt pissed off. The person who was there behind her back through shit and out of nowhere, she'd want to leave me. I felt like shit. I overreacted. So true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We both overreact, don't we? But this means nothing to me. The pain, the heartache, the tears, the bullshit, it means nothing to me. I can say about more things, those times when I'd get pissed that you'd call someone else for help while staying in my house while I try to help you and you'd be happy talkin' to that person and not with me, despite the fact that I just argued with my parents just to take you in? Or how about those times when you'd get pissed at me for the times that I was being stupid.. I'd actually pick one but I couldn't make up my mind which to put. Yeah, there was so much of my bullshit. Or how about the times when I'd go through shit with your mom, with my mom, with your parents and my parents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought about it. Why do I stick through this? Why do I stay with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You asked me why I love you? I love you because you make me happy. I love you because you're the definition of my happiness, which is why I tried to get you back after three months, despite the fact that it was almost impossible. When I wake up, I wake up thinking to myself about the shit I went through just to get back with you, and how I shouldn't take you for granted and waste this chance that I have. Before I go to sleep, I think about how and what we'll do tomorow, how we'll be, if we'll get better and better. Yeah, I look so obssessed. I'm not, I promise. I go through your shit and your parents' shit and my parents' shit for the fact that I love you that much. I'm always excited to see you. I can't sleep at night before I mission to see you because I'm always thinking of what we'll do that day and how we get to chill and whatnot and in return, I end up falling asleep on the subway and on the bus. You don't get it yet? Okay. Because of you, I started praying again. So do you get it yet? Okay, how about this. I love you because you're as amazing as it can get. You push me off the edge everytime you get pissed and over react about little things. You push me to get better and better and better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you get it yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can never get comfortable with you. Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it's the best feeling ever since you know how I am when I get comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thats why I can never take you for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But do you know what you got? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You got a stupid douchebag who makes mistakes, who doesn't know what he wants rather than what we have, who is so idiot that you just laugh at how stupid he is, who is so cheesy, so obsessive, and so fucking ridiculous because his gotdamn arguments are as stupid as it can get. You got a guy TRIES to listen to you, tries to hear you out, and just tries his best to make it all better by explaining to you the shit that happened, but that's not what you wann hear. You got a guy who doesn't know what you wann hear when you fight. You got a guy who chokes everytime you fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, that's what you got.. or that's what you think you got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You got a guy who knows exactly how to treat you. Despite his stupidity, he knows what you are and who you are and that things will work out despite how stupid the shit is and how complicated it is. A guy who tries to listen to you everytime you fight, and does not even try to defend himself, but rather, just tries to explain what's happening. A guy who knows that we both over react about nothing and takes in your harshest words. His patience for you is unlimited and will deal with you no matter how hard the situation is. A guy who will be right beside you despite the fact that everyone's already telling him to leave, including his family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things have changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My promises, I've kept them. Things WILL be different, and they have been. But sometimes, we have misunderstandings, and I'll be making mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 'Ang Love Story Ko'. That's how I am and the story of my life for the past year. And hopefully, many more years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6607874023982705232-4237514623230592591?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4237514623230592591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4237514623230592591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4237514623230592591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-love-story.html' title='My Love Story.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2201893956556432922</id><published>2009-07-04T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:29:24.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July 1st 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Number one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh I love this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To have my number right back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank you Lord God, for this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For this chance, and for this moment in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love you fam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I got you, everyday of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2201893956556432922?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2201893956556432922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-1st-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2201893956556432922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2201893956556432922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-1st-2009.html' title='July 1st 2009'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-6825560609753647578</id><published>2009-06-17T22:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:17:56.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's different, this time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I think it'll be stupid in my part, if I were to stop now.&lt;br /&gt;More to that, it would've been extremely idiotic if I were to be brought down now.&lt;br /&gt;I got it this far, thanks to Him.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll have to be one-sided-boob-brained-idiotic-tard if I were to not deal with it, let this go and be a fuck ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Champion.&lt;br /&gt;A walking expertise in what I do.&lt;br /&gt;I will not back down and I will aim higher.&lt;br /&gt;I will beat myself totally until this day will no longer seem like just any other day.&lt;br /&gt;But everyday, instead will be another day to bring amazing to another level.&lt;br /&gt;For everything I have said, I have followed through.&lt;br /&gt;And I will make sure that this will be different.&lt;br /&gt;I will make it happen, in His permission.&lt;br /&gt;Things will change. Prayers move mountains. God changes people.&lt;br /&gt;And I, as an instrument of God, will change things, people and move mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe that this is all worth the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will happen, just like everything else, in His permission.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you. I believe in Him. I believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in us. I believe in my family. I believe in my bros.&lt;br /&gt;I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-6825560609753647578?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6825560609753647578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-different-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6825560609753647578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6825560609753647578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-different-this-time.html' title='It&apos;s different, this time.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-6395823290423202203</id><published>2009-06-16T10:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:21:08.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almsot there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Everything is paying off now.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just happy, that it was all worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-6395823290423202203?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6395823290423202203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/almsot-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6395823290423202203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6395823290423202203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/almsot-there.html' title='Almsot there.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-1395239972800788636</id><published>2009-06-15T08:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:14:56.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nise. I cee wat u did thar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, they all go, "What happened to you? Can you stop the emo posts?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I go, "Yes I can. But do I want to stop? :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then they all went, "I don't know. It's tiring reading the same shit over and over again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'm all like, "Okay, fine !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So how about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your mom ! LOL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so loafting on life, it's not even funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I should be sued for loafting WAY too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The funny thing is, I'm loafting on SOMETHING stupid ahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, so what's next? Are you in or out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&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/6607874023982705232-1395239972800788636?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1395239972800788636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/nise-i-cee-wat-u-did-thar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1395239972800788636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1395239972800788636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/nise-i-cee-wat-u-did-thar.html' title='Nise. I cee wat u did thar.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2390197295656795483</id><published>2009-06-14T08:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:30:53.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me No Comprende.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay, so this is something I realized a while back.&lt;br /&gt;And the weird thing about this is that, this keeps me from moving on.&lt;br /&gt;How about this, I'm always on the verge of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;And at the time that I do want to give up, good things happen that keeps me around.&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing about it is that, it didn't happen once, or twice or three times but it happened about 5 times now.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm not supposed to give up on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my haircut today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2390197295656795483?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2390197295656795483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-no-comprende.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2390197295656795483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2390197295656795483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-no-comprende.html' title='Me No Comprende.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-6091785654110957016</id><published>2009-06-12T08:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:16:50.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm TIRED !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fuckin' exhausted with life.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, not really.&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't wann be here right now. I'd rather be.. somewhere far away where people that matter enjoy themselves near the beach while drinking Pina Colada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-6091785654110957016?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6091785654110957016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6091785654110957016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6091785654110957016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m TIRED !'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-6250358756088676233</id><published>2009-06-12T00:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:51:57.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Holy Queen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mother of Mercy.&lt;br /&gt;Hail of our life and of our sweetness and of our hope.&lt;br /&gt;To you do we cry, poor banished children of eve.&lt;br /&gt;To you do we send out our cries.&lt;br /&gt;Mourning and weeping in your valley of tears.&lt;br /&gt;Turn then most gracious advocate.&lt;br /&gt;Thy eyes of mercy towards us, and after this our exile.&lt;br /&gt;Show unto us the blessed fruit of your womb Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Oh clement, Oh loving, Oh sweet Virgin Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-6250358756088676233?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6250358756088676233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/hail-holy-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6250358756088676233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6250358756088676233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/hail-holy-queen.html' title='Hail Holy Queen.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-5439365939582946849</id><published>2009-06-11T23:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:07:57.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I seem to have failed that one just today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How today made me realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Words are just words. Actions are just actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They're also called illusions when meant without passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's getting harder and harder by the moment. No lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-5439365939582946849?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5439365939582946849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/lead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/5439365939582946849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/5439365939582946849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/lead.html' title='Lead.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-6002677240688334924</id><published>2009-06-11T08:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:29:48.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best I've Ever Had</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;"You're my MJ, you're my jump man&lt;br /&gt;You make my heart jump, man."&lt;br /&gt;- superEGOtron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I just had to complete the circle.&lt;br /&gt;Angelo told me a funny story right when I woke up and then, Immanuel told me a funny story right when I got on facebook. Then God told me a good story, through my Horoscope? LOL ! So I just had to bring in Marcus :) It's going to be a great day. Actually scratch that, it's going to be A GREAT WEEK !! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;That was for Marcus, Immanuel, Angelo and God :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-6002677240688334924?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6002677240688334924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-ive-ever-had.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6002677240688334924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6002677240688334924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-ive-ever-had.html' title='Best I&apos;ve Ever Had'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-7167283657866902099</id><published>2009-06-11T00:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:32:12.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo... YEAH !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, today was unexpectedly charming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Egotistic Productions founders got together today in Starbucks to discuss our upcoming projects and how it's all going down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One thing is for sure though, there WILL BE a CAST PARTY at MY HOUSE on SATURDAY, JUNE 20th, 2009. It's A MUST TO BE THERE, FOR ALL THE CAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I have informed everyone of who's going to be in the video. And I doubt I've informed you of your role since we just talked about the roles today. The sets and such are almost done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh yes, note to self: I need to get those permits done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is going to be SO BOMB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On top of that, today was pretty nice. Nice conversations with people, I guess. But I can not be content with what I got now. I gotta keep fighting and striving for the best. Why? Because champions don't settle down for something that's less than the best. They go for the BEST THING. And I think I know what the best thing is, in this case. Therefore, I do think that I will keep on striving to achieve that greatness that I feel the need to go for. Of course, all done in God's time and God's will. Godspeed. Patience is a virtue. Hail Holy Queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anywho, I shall go sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Good night :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-7167283657866902099?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7167283657866902099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/boo-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/7167283657866902099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/7167283657866902099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/boo-yeah.html' title='Boo... YEAH !'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-8825698906313136096</id><published>2009-06-10T08:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:19:33.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One more.&lt;br /&gt;I think we've both lost what our eye on the prize.&lt;br /&gt;Here, let me help you get up.&lt;br /&gt;Realize a few things.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, realize that you can be doing better.&lt;br /&gt;Do not let it get to you.&lt;br /&gt;You know that.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon now, these are all easy shit.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get carried away.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, okay, so there are times when you do feel like bullshit, but c'mon, you're an amazing kid.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what's going to happen, at the end of it all, you're going to have something worth spending that much time for.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, He said yes. He pushed you here. He brought you here. This is what He wants.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, you're going to go through a lot. You have to carry it all. I know that.&lt;br /&gt;But you're not alone. I am here for you. Anytime, everytime. I'll help you through it.&lt;br /&gt;Every step of it, every moment of it and together, we will conquer the oppression.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, we're Champions !&lt;br /&gt;Champions do not give up, they do not lose. Champions make sure that everything else around will be obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;We will stand tall, walk with pride and be in glory. We will keep standing.&lt;br /&gt;Watch us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's always an exception to the rule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And that's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will prove this shit to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-8825698906313136096?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8825698906313136096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/8825698906313136096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/8825698906313136096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-one.html' title='Another One.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-7224038914819817299</id><published>2009-06-10T00:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:19:27.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12:06 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The nights are long.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, the day was too.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Nor was it, a great day.&lt;br /&gt;It was less of an amazing day, but it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that I'm just about to endure quite a lot in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, seriously, God has His way of making me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why he does it though.&lt;br /&gt;And why not just let me, get on with my life already.&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through google for the randomest things.&lt;br /&gt;So I typed in "advice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw this: http://lifefromthetoaster.blogspot.com/2007/11/advice-for-today.html&lt;br /&gt;And I shall quote a few things that I actually enjoyed reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Have faith, but remember that faith makes things possible, not easy. Failure only happens when you fail to try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the going gets tough, never stop, just shift down and keep moving and remember there is always someone, somewhere, fighting a similar battle or worse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In all things trust the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh Lord, why do you do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-7224038914819817299?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7224038914819817299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/1206-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/7224038914819817299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/7224038914819817299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/1206-pm.html' title='12:06 PM'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-4640318619390222001</id><published>2009-06-09T07:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:40:53.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The score? 2-0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You're the Lakers and you're winning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It took a hell of a job to do so, but you've done it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now, you're almost there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not the time to slack off, the championship ring is THAT close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you're tired and I know you're exhausted, but this is not the time to get some rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Take a break, a few minutes or so but get back in there as fast as you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keep getting better and better and better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You have to beat their asses down so hard they wouldn't have wished they lived this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's close enough that you can smell and taste the feeling of being a Champion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You are JUST THAT CLOSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Last year, you lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;This time, it won't happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Play hard and play tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keep fighting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;At the end of it all, it's going to be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It won't be all done but at least you're just that much closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Another day and another way to be amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-4640318619390222001?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4640318619390222001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/finals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4640318619390222001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4640318619390222001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/finals.html' title='Finals.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-7588538298392176375</id><published>2009-06-08T23:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:13:36.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amnesia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The nights are long and the days seem so short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her memory of me is well faded by the ocean stream of unconsciousness and vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;And another story is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-7588538298392176375?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7588538298392176375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/amnesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/7588538298392176375'/><link rel='self' 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black brother from another mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And he's beside a girl whos looking at random pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am dying in pain of my head that is hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I need some... action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know, the action in your life? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love you too &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-5563088905266979844?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5563088905266979844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-293691520251585047</id><published>2009-06-08T08:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:07:34.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kiss me through the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Without Soulja Boy's verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imn: You know why he(Mr. Anthony) mad?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Imn: He mad cause we have hair !&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I can't do this yet.&lt;br /&gt;Not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit more, just a little bit more wait.&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;I need to have it.&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe, take a breather.&lt;br /&gt;We're not in the game yet, still sidelined.&lt;br /&gt;Just play your part, keep yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;Stay away as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Despite whatever everything is saying, stay out.&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT get in somewhere you don't know if you'll get in for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Just, calm down. Relax. Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Keep focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-293691520251585047?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/293691520251585047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/293691520251585047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/293691520251585047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-again.html' title='You Again?'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-5289940792654084218</id><published>2009-06-06T22:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:12:28.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Def Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;My very very first poem written in facebook then transferred to blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I met myself, a little boy down the street of whoknowswhere.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the middle of the crowd, searching for the meaning of whats real.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the mind of an empty shell that brings the reality of an intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;Hidden beneath the embedded wall of pride, through the society of recklessness&lt;br /&gt;And abundance of abusive reputations, right between the insecure lies&lt;br /&gt;And the mentality of victimized addictions, In front of the population's Chameleon nature; fit in and hide or stand out and die and right below the alleyways of anxiety and the easy negativity of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Is the glimpse of what is real. The living truth. The caption is 'The Champion'.&lt;br /&gt;And the legend feel, to stand out without the aggravation of other people's opinions.&lt;br /&gt;The reputation of a god walking through the path of dead consciousness&lt;br /&gt;But only the living egotistical pride of knowing that one is beyond its measure of independence and awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;To be true to yourself and not let others or anything else bring you below the expected function of one self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The champion.&lt;br /&gt;Julius Caesar, Winston Churchill, Albert Einstein, Picasso, Leonardo Da Vinci.&lt;br /&gt;Next one should be your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-5289940792654084218?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5289940792654084218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/def-jam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/5289940792654084218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/5289940792654084218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/def-jam.html' title='Def Jam'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-9137658148539310137</id><published>2009-06-06T01:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:24:03.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;LOL ! I feel so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll tell you why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had such a mofckin good sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gawsh, I think that's all that my body has been needing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A good rest and a good sleep :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Getting back up and walkin' this shit down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Watch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I will not fail.&lt;br /&gt;I will remain champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-9137658148539310137?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/9137658148539310137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/9137658148539310137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/9137658148539310137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2946995684605112507</id><published>2009-06-06T01:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:15:09.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdosage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I just overdosed, again.&lt;br /&gt;Those kinds that make you wann' stab someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, somehow, Marcus calmed me down.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, because he's fuckin amazing.&lt;br /&gt;And it just somehow, rubbed on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what he said was true.&lt;br /&gt;Worth fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;I already got this far, why would I want to turn back now?&lt;br /&gt;I just.. need to get a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep beating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that right?&lt;br /&gt;It'll involve a lot of hardwork, heartbreaks and a lot of bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;But, that's what will make me stand above the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Either, I'm really fucking stupid or I'm just that amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wish today was a tad better.&lt;br /&gt;It'll just get worse from here on end.&lt;br /&gt;And well, the stupid one will reign champion.&lt;br /&gt;Are you stupid enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2946995684605112507?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2946995684605112507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/overdosage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2946995684605112507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2946995684605112507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/overdosage.html' title='Overdosage.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-8079916540285106663</id><published>2009-06-05T08:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:30:35.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somehow, I'm getting a big dose of nightmares. Why? I have no idea at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up today feeling so startled by the things around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I woke up feeling so startled again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I couldn't even get myself together. I couldn't even sleep properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was scared to sleep. I didn't sleep until.. about 3 or 4 last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a walking zombie right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't find the reason why I'm feeling this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think the anxiety of the situation that I'm in is what's making me like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My impatience that is embedded deep inside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh how I can only ask God for some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the fear of losing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh how I can only ask God for some courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was supposed to go to that party today, and I have no idea if I should go or if I should just flake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm feelin' kinda uneasy 'bout my whole day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I gotta keep myself together. I gotta keep myself close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last few strands of school days, the exams and I'm still trying to get her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just need to get this anxiety away from me, for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Do nto angry with me on days I do not remember you, and we both know they will come. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Allie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-8079916540285106663?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8079916540285106663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/nightmares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/8079916540285106663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/8079916540285106663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2082008327572752745</id><published>2009-06-04T21:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:19:19.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where will amazing happen this year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Where will amazing happen this year?&lt;br /&gt;The question that's everyone been asking.&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen amazing happen so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of 'em in Jameer Nelson's recovery. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;He is now back playing for the magics.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one, will be in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;Without him, I wouldn't have done the miracle-like things that I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;Without the power of the rosary, I wouldn't have the patience neither the comfort that I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more, will be the people who helped me out with the party from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More amazing? Our projects. Egotistic Productions. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2082008327572752745?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2082008327572752745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-baby-guess-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2082008327572752745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2082008327572752745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-baby-guess-what.html' title='Where will amazing happen this year?'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-6688948954478948056</id><published>2009-06-04T08:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:03:47.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bah, this is gay. I wake up feeling shitty and sick. I don't even know why. I feel so exhausted and I don't feel like moving at all. I might not go to school and just stay at home. Depends on what I'm feeling later on when I'm getting ready. I can't afford not go to school... but at the same time, I can't afford to go to school and not listen to anything since my head will be spinning the whole time. Bah, I don't know. It would've been such a waste to go to school. But yeah, I'm dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's all because of sleeping late last night and all.&lt;br /&gt;And thinking about stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, why was thinking ever thought of.&lt;br /&gt;It's like reading..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do people read? Why can't they juust speak?!"&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL ! ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm back to listening to Brown Eyed Blues.&lt;br /&gt;Bah, the whole fam is down. Recession? ahh&lt;br /&gt;Stupid economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found a really dope song by Aj Rafael and Marilu Bustamante.&lt;br /&gt;Realize the sarcasm of the song or else you just failed listening to this song LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OhmTFJwVdaI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OhmTFJwVdaI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-6688948954478948056?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6688948954478948056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/bah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6688948954478948056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6688948954478948056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/bah.html' title='Bah.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2069758197319129422</id><published>2009-06-03T21:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:30:44.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Success !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, thanks for such a successful plan. For the people who came and for the people who helped me carry out this plan. Thank you so much. I would've typed all of your names but it would've been a list. But thank you anyway.  You guys are amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd like to take this moment though, to thank my one and only, Angelo Lezada. Thanks bruh for good looking out and sticking through with shit. Man, I feel bad that you always pay for my food.. and I always seem to be dragging you around the world. It feels nice though to have a mission buddy. Good things. (Y) Thanks so much. But I'm sorry to tell you... I'm not gay... I know that will break your heart but... I'm so sorry.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And lastly, such a great poet came through my mind. Good words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'The big pains and sufferings that you have right now are only small sacrifices for tomorrow.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I guess so. But overall, at least I still have patience? :) ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua 1:9&lt;br /&gt;&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/6607874023982705232-2069758197319129422?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2069758197319129422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2069758197319129422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2069758197319129422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/success.html' title='Success !'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2461822631576446016</id><published>2009-06-02T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:01:12.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2nd, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;What can I say? I am amazing. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2461822631576446016?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2461822631576446016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-2nd-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2461822631576446016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2461822631576446016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-2nd-2008.html' title='June 2nd, 2008'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2820122311648403075</id><published>2009-06-01T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:17:14.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June First.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sleep at 2:00 AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no idea at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am now in a state of trance where I have no idea what's happening around me. Fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But yeah, s'all goods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Almost there (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: Brown Eyed Blues - Adrian Hood&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I've been listening to this song for the past.. 2-5 days now lol&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why. Kim got me so into it. I think the song came from one of the Madea Movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... yeah, it's officially the first day of June.&lt;br /&gt;Yay for June and the... summer time !&lt;br /&gt;And aiming for my sister's prediction? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, she can predict a lot of things and most of 'em actually comes true.&lt;br /&gt;Scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I'm heartless :)&lt;br /&gt;&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/6607874023982705232-2820122311648403075?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2820122311648403075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2820122311648403075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2820122311648403075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-first.html' title='June First.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-7029662042574303982</id><published>2009-05-31T00:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:11:49.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Owned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First thing and foremost... I have to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OMG !!! AHAHAHAHAHAHHA LOOOOOOLLLLEEEERRRRRRRR !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OOOMMFFFGG !!! LOOLLLLL !!! LLMMMFFAAAAOOO !! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA !!!!!!!! LMFAOOOOO !!! OMFGG !! I'M DYING !! LMFAO !!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry. I need Dia right now to laugh at this with me. But she's at the philippines... -_-' Gay. But I bet if she was here, she'd be laughing at this with me :) I'm so cool ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, anyway though, Angelo, five, good job (Y) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, can't really take the credit for this ownage moment. But thank God ! THANK YOU LORD GOD ! THANK YOU !!! No lie, that's just.. WIN ! :) Love you &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-7029662042574303982?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7029662042574303982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/owned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/7029662042574303982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/7029662042574303982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/owned.html' title='Owned.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-7192939606912873051</id><published>2009-05-29T11:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:44:37.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Think like a champion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;No mercy. Kill the opposition, murder his family.&lt;br /&gt;Do not leave anyone alive.&lt;br /&gt;I will divide and conquer.&lt;br /&gt;Break every mentality and rise up to the top.&lt;br /&gt;Prove everyone wrong and be the only one standing.&lt;br /&gt;And when I am at the top, I will not forget the ones that stuck through with me.&lt;br /&gt;The brothers that I treat as my family, and the girls that are neither bitches or idiots.&lt;br /&gt;I will come up as the winner, and the opposition...&lt;br /&gt;Well, what opposition? They'll be left into extinction.&lt;br /&gt;I will walk up the stage and I will get my award.&lt;br /&gt;I will look at the nation that I have conquered.&lt;br /&gt;I will look at my creation that I have invented.&lt;br /&gt;And I will look at your face and see you all demented.&lt;br /&gt;I will prove you wrong and you will see,&lt;br /&gt;I am worthy of the greatest and I will crush the opposition with no mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. that's my new mentality. So, you don't fuck around :)&lt;br /&gt;On the better note, I met four new people today?&lt;br /&gt;3 chicks and 1 dude.&lt;br /&gt;Karl's birthday party was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I didn't miss it &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Love you Karl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakers won. Not really that upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am obliged to stay around and care. But, I will only stand by from the sidelines. Anything that doesn't kill you, makes you. And I will make sure, that this will make me better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-7192939606912873051?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7192939606912873051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/think-like-champion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/7192939606912873051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/7192939606912873051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/think-like-champion.html' title='Think like a champion.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-117830526975649164</id><published>2009-05-29T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:27:36.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How about something happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KARL !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;So, that's one for my loving man friend ;)&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on a date. I'll buy you cavs ticket, courtside.&lt;br /&gt;I wann see them lose aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-117830526975649164?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/117830526975649164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-about-something-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/117830526975649164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/117830526975649164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-about-something-happy.html' title='How about something happy.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-395444805460963651</id><published>2009-05-28T23:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:56:21.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There it goes again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sometimes, the most painful part of your life, is what makes you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, breaks you, but sometimes pushes you on something better.&lt;br /&gt;The nudge that the world gives you, is the nudge that brings you closer to something that you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;Patience, I have. Stupidity, I can and will not stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care. I do care.&lt;br /&gt;But the breaking of the borderline between conscience and personal gain, has only brought me to a lost cause.&lt;br /&gt;Full of anxiety of the future, reminiscing of the past, and the idiotic present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my mind is analytically sophisticated, I shall say the words that only one has told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be not afraid. I go before you always. Come follow me. And I will give you rest."&lt;br /&gt;- Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in Him, I shall trust.&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-395444805460963651?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/395444805460963651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-it-goes-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/395444805460963651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/395444805460963651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-it-goes-again.html' title='There it goes again.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2705340694621757514</id><published>2009-05-28T00:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:48:22.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminders:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;One. Gift.&lt;br /&gt;Two. Live Show Tickets and Showtimes.&lt;br /&gt;Three. Joshua 1:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2705340694621757514?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2705340694621757514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/reminders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2705340694621757514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2705340694621757514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/reminders.html' title='Reminders:'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-269957789079971680</id><published>2009-05-27T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:48:37.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more post for the day? LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VfJu_Bom2sA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VfJu_Bom2sA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had you to myself&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want you around&lt;br /&gt;Those pretty faces always made you&lt;br /&gt;Stand out in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;Then someone picked you from the bunch&lt;br /&gt;One glance was all it took&lt;br /&gt;Now its much too late for me&lt;br /&gt;To take second look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To show you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Wont you please send me back in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darlin I was blind to let you go&lt;br /&gt;But now since I see you in his arms&lt;br /&gt;I want you back&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do now&lt;br /&gt;I want you back&lt;br /&gt;Oo oo baby&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah....naw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to live without your love&lt;br /&gt;Is one long sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you girl&lt;br /&gt;That I know wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every street you walk on&lt;br /&gt;I leave tear stains on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Following the girl&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even want around&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abuh buh buh buh&lt;br /&gt;All I want!&lt;br /&gt;Abuh buh buh buh&lt;br /&gt;All I need!&lt;br /&gt;Abuh buh buh buh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-269957789079971680?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/269957789079971680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-more-post-for-day-lol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/269957789079971680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/269957789079971680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-more-post-for-day-lol.html' title='One more post for the day? LOL'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-8968766305011330248</id><published>2009-05-27T20:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:22:34.820-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aristotle&apos;s Words'/><title type='text'>Creativity in Subway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;How about the lies and deceit that I have put myself in?&lt;br /&gt;The fantasy that draws me in, and the force of the unknown that pushes me closer.&lt;br /&gt;The lyrical and biblical signs, coincidentally right yet intimately wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Stubbornness of the mind and the anxiety of the future,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the breakdown of the borderline that keeps me away from you.&lt;br /&gt;As if, grasping for the moment of heaven inside the mind of intricate pieces.&lt;br /&gt;The peace for thoughts of wandering confusions and collisions&lt;br /&gt;Lacking in the empty shell of a grave man.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the right time of a creative intrusion,&lt;br /&gt;Inside the very foundation of her sophistication&lt;br /&gt;And penetrating the deepest part of her secret desires of unsatisfied passion.&lt;br /&gt;Entering carefully in the depths of her cortex and landing the object of explosion.&lt;br /&gt;Through sensual seduction of the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Going in and out and in and out and in and out of the grey matter&lt;br /&gt;Embedded inside the beauty of her physicality with limitless desire of non-stop perseverance&lt;br /&gt;To achieve the climax of an ecstasy lasting through an unlimited possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Taking only one of this infinite thoughts and only picking one, me in you.. and your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I'd like you with me.&lt;br /&gt;Not, me and her or you and him.&lt;br /&gt;Just, take them both out and keep the ones that matter.&lt;br /&gt;You and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-8968766305011330248?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8968766305011330248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/creativity-in-subway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/8968766305011330248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/8968766305011330248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/creativity-in-subway.html' title='Creativity in Subway'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2754447352056450376</id><published>2009-05-27T08:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:12:08.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late - Night Rambles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Fuck niceness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Reminder reader: I want you back :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;How bad, you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm sorry I never had the chance to show this side of mine while we were together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I didn't want to work hard. Though I did, it was limited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ow, it's different. And I told you, amazing multiply that by the days of the year. Multiply that again by how much I want you back.&lt;br /&gt;And then multiple how much i'd hate it if I don't end up getting you. And that's how amazing I'll be :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&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/6607874023982705232-2754447352056450376?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2754447352056450376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/late-night-rambles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2754447352056450376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2754447352056450376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/late-night-rambles.html' title='Late - Night Rambles.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2715742506090534892</id><published>2009-05-26T21:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:55:42.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua 1: 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Weirdest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;And I almost shit my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua 1: 9 : "Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh. I am about to pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm not the rule, I'm the exception.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Him, He showed me that I am an exception.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2715742506090534892?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2715742506090534892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/joshua-1-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2715742506090534892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2715742506090534892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/joshua-1-9.html' title='Joshua 1: 9'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-4725436943470478521</id><published>2009-05-26T11:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:02:09.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Written art work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, my reaaders or fans, if I have any, or I seem to imagine so LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it is time for me to show you guys a written work of art, other than Me, SINematic, and superEGOtron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so enlightened from his presence, no lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He is so young, yet his artistic work of art through the mix of written words and letters is just amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I think you should check his blogspot out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My black brother from another mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;David Joseph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://djosephinthedream.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://djosephinthedream.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I say so myself, he is Dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;His works are like reality intertwined in the stems of fantasy and dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is amazing beyond measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Inspires me to write a poem aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall write one later on? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited: Written piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so enlightened by the words thrown out of the proportion.&lt;br /&gt;As I looked up and around, all I see were little bits of portions..&lt;br /&gt;Coincidential, and also analytical in both sides of the pendulum.&lt;br /&gt;A passage I did not see, passage that took me off guard.&lt;br /&gt;Only His words, I have heard ringing through my mind,&lt;br /&gt;As I walked out of the door realizing that my life is on the bloom.&lt;br /&gt;Signs of holy prophecy, I have translated.&lt;br /&gt;From a name that I have tried to forget and a number that only meant one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-4725436943470478521?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4725436943470478521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/written-art-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4725436943470478521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4725436943470478521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/written-art-work.html' title='Written art work.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2692104846989380988</id><published>2009-05-26T08:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:46:41.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaboom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The talks, the walks, the mishaps and the random events that will bring me everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;They're all going to be my road to redemption as I walk this path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm embarrassed to pull my phantom out.&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than later, I hope I find it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I told you, you the fucking best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you can get it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2692104846989380988?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2692104846989380988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/kaboom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2692104846989380988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2692104846989380988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/kaboom.html' title='Kaboom.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-3119649276608674911</id><published>2009-05-25T13:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:09:42.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;What could be at the end of all this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Could it be the treasure I've kept my eyes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Or will this road bring me to a different route?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Either way, I do hope that what's at the end of all this is worth the trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;If I could fix a computer, I wonder whatelse I can fix :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-3119649276608674911?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3119649276608674911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-more-thinking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3119649276608674911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3119649276608674911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-more-thinking.html' title='One more thinking.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-4271439329996407584</id><published>2009-05-25T08:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:10:44.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, here's a funny thing. I thought to myself of how stupid this is, and I realized.&lt;br /&gt;Im fucking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I fixed my computer !!&lt;br /&gt;Let me say that again, I, JOHN DE GUZMAN, FIXED MY GOT DAMN COMPUTER !&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this deserves my full name.&lt;br /&gt;I, JOHN LEONARD CRISOSTOMO DE GUZMAN, FIXED MY COMPUTER !!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I !&lt;br /&gt;Not YOU, or u, or some chinese way of saying you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It could be your last name or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But yeuh, I wann go home now.. and just get on my computer... LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So on a better happier note, Snucks is back in business. Full time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anything and everything, I am here for you ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyone you need stalking, creepin on to, or just finding out shit. I am here for you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Call me ;) LOL 416 551 7983&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-4271439329996407584?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4271439329996407584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/boost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4271439329996407584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4271439329996407584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/boost.html' title='Boost.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-4760240624385257470</id><published>2009-05-23T17:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:31:01.925-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapters'/><title type='text'>Bamboozle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Special words in the time of downfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I was thinking about this. If I were given a chance to change the way I acted or did things, I actually would. For the first time in my life, I am having regrets of the way that I acted. But somehow, I had to learn it the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Let me explain it from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We weren't fond of each other, but we were close. We didn't like each other very well, but we did love each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We weren't similar in any way at all. We were different from each other, the exact opposite. She doesn't read, and I on the other hand, is close to a bookworm. She doesn't enjoy getting out and chilling by the beach or such and I do. And up until this point, I can't find any similarity that we had. Well, one, the fact that we wanted to work the relationship out. Despite these differences, we still enjoyed each other's company. Wait, we loved each other's company. Well, I still do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And as I think back for something that I can do to get her back, I can't seem to find anything that would've made me stand out as a guy. Who was I? I was only a guy, whom, she talked to. A sweet guy, perhaps? I was there when she needed someone to lean on. I was just, that guy that actually wanted to listen to her. For all who knows, I was just a rebound. But I was there for her. And regardless of how we ended up with each other, I still took good care of her, with the very best of my ability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I got to admit, I did feel exhausted, quite a few times. Somewhere in the beginning and somewhere in the end of the relationship. It was a lot of hard work for her and I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But who was I before this? I was the player, and the guy who didn't take any girl seriously. And look at me, going crazy over a girl, an ex girl to make it worse. I don't run back to any of my ex girlfriends. I prove them wrong by going out with a better girl. I did go out with a few girls, though, not really "taking it seriously", but still tried to make it work and be the best man that I am. Don't get me wrong though, I still flirted behind their back, only due to the fact that I was a natural flirt. But it was different with her, I guess. I took her seriously, and did not see or talk to any other girl out there. On top of that, dropped any friend that I had whom wanted to talk to me. I basically held myself back to keep myself faithful and cut lose with any connection that I had with the world out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Blah, so where am I at right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The amazing karma kicking me in the ass. I'm in the position of A girl, that I broke up with, after about.. 10 months. She wanted me back, bad. To the eyes of other, I played her, right after we broke up. I, on the other hand, was just real confused with my feelings. But, I didn't do what an ex should've done in the first place, leave and do not deceive. Somehow, I'm in that situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So why did it take me about three months to realize what I wanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It took me so long to realize all this because I had to learn what I was missing, the passion. Now, the relationship got frustrating and exhausting. For every moment we see each other, one of us seem to be so exhausted with the way that we were going on. I guess, it was due to the fact that we both lived so far from each other. This kinda took me off guard and somehow, took her for granted. So, I had to get away. I had to find what I was missing. Was it just the phisicality? Sexual? Or was it the real passion behind it? The whole 2-3 months that I was gone in her life, I had some soul searching. Quite a few times, the soul searching involved some alcohol, sometimes some cigarettes and sometimes some other people involved. Yes, I tried to get over her. I tried talking to other girls, and even girls who wanted to go out wiht me before. But it was just.. different. It wasn't the same thing. My definition of "liking someone" became, "I like your company and I'm tryna get over someone, so I guess I like you". And it wasn't real. But these people actually helped me out realize what I was missing. I could have the best thing in the world, actually find the better girl out there just to prove her wrong, and have the best time in my life but it wouldn't have been the same thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Here's what everyone's been telling me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Why settle for the 70%? Why not settle for the 100%?"&lt;br /&gt;"I can find someone better, but is he what I really want? I don't think so. I still want him anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"The girl that got away."&lt;br /&gt;"The girl that actually cares."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And 'that girl' could've been any other girl out there. But somehow, her thought is the first thing that came to my mind. What I'm missing is our passion, our joys, our highs, our laughters, our fights, our pain, our shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So where is she now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, she is happily taken, i guess. So I've heard quite a few good things about them . She seems so happy about it. And we're talkin', friends, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So whats the problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Here it goes. I want her back, despite the fact that she has a boyfriend. She doesn't feel the same way for me anymore. So I'm stuck. I don't want to be those little kids that go, "I WANT HIM BACK !!! HE IS SO MY FUCKIN LIFE !! HE TOOK A PIECE OF ME, AND OMFG, I AM SO HEART BROKEN :(, LIKE 012909 FOREVER !!!!". Hate those little idiots. But, I guess, its time for me to actually swallow my pride and let it all out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So here it goes, if you're reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I know you probably wann hear every thought of my mind, but sadly, I am not anywhere near you right now. You're not on either. So, I can not tell you the exact feeling that I feel. But hey, just read this. Look, I do want you back, bad. I want you back badly enough that if your boyfriend decides to beat me up at the end of all this, then that would be okay for me. I can live my life without you, you are not my life. I don't need you in my life either. You are not the oxygen tank of my life. You are not a necessity, or rather something to keep me alive. You are not the best girl out there, and I can find a better girl. But for the past few weeks, I realized that despite all that, I want you. I want you despite the fights, the arguements, the frustrations and the exhaustion. I want you despite the fact that there's a better girl out there waiting to be seized by me, but I won't because you're the one that I want and not her. I want you despite the fact that I look like an idiot running back to an ex girlfriend who won't change her mind after all this, yet still trying anyway. I want you back despite the fact that it hurts me a lot because it seemed that I was a little too late, and waited way too long. And I will fight for you, despite the fact that I am acting like an idiot, because I now know the reason why to fight for something you love. I may be 17 and young, but I'd still like to try. See? I'm crazy over you. I don't know why but I am. I don't expect you to just talk to me and go, "omfg, I want you back too !!". I'm expecting work harder on this one. I'd just.. like to make things right. I don't think everything just died out because we broke up. But I do think that.. I'd treat you way better. If you thought I was amazing, I'd be more than that, every single day. Because, I'd like to beat the best guy you've ever went out with. I'd like to beat him and make it seem like he's an idiot. I'd like to kick his ass with super dooper kamehameha. I'd like to make it seem like his existence is retarded. I'd like to make him look like a punk for taking you for granted, despite the fact that your best one is me. And I can tell you this right now, straight up to your face. I AM BETTER THAN YOUR BEST ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well then, now you know everything. Whatelse would you like to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-4760240624385257470?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4760240624385257470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/bamboozle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4760240624385257470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4760240624385257470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/bamboozle.html' title='Bamboozle.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-1187644016969728018</id><published>2009-05-22T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:45:50.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My day was very interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weh, what can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My sweet misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The thought of pain and love all at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no idea what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet, I feel so.. happy and satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My sweet misery, oh, my loving hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't even know where I'm at right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At the end of the day, I am just that next guy, rather that ex guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, my blind hope, rather, the weakness of my brain cells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;still keeps me going through, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And obviously, her.. and what she said, just keeps me going on with all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's stil a lot of work to be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I will not back down, I do want this all back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And at the very end, all that I can say is, I am sorry for the ones that will find my actions both rude and irresponsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the ones that I will hurt and for the ones that I will end up ignoring, I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh brawling love, Oh loving hate, Oh this sweet misery of fictional facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep being amazing, grave man :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-1187644016969728018?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1187644016969728018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-promised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1187644016969728018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1187644016969728018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-promised.html' title='As Promised'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-6458113312550076609</id><published>2009-05-22T10:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:38:41.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Today is the day that the Lord has made.&lt;br /&gt;Let us rejoice and be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, today is going to be almost as interesting as Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-6458113312550076609?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6458113312550076609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6458113312550076609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6458113312550076609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2431687621860790787</id><published>2009-05-21T10:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:19:05.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner than later.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The girl or the world.&lt;br /&gt;You see, someone got to lose.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Do I really got to choose?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is all the cash if it doesn't buy time.&lt;br /&gt;And what good is being famous if I'm never on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Nights falling, lights glowing, and I'm just trying to pay the price on.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to feel uncomfortable from my ice-shine.&lt;br /&gt;And I aint trying to be without you at the right moments.&lt;br /&gt;Nigga, nice going.&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it, that decision cause hearts breaking.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't trying to be in that collision.&lt;br /&gt;So I'ma dust my shirt and fix my pants.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I better look good if this is my chance, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;So can you do me a favor if I pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;Make it sooner than later, we won't be here forever.&lt;br /&gt;And I realize I waited too long but please don't move on.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need no one else (No one else)&lt;br /&gt;You don't need no one else, you don't need no one else.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need no one else (Oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;You don't need no one else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2431687621860790787?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2431687621860790787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2431687621860790787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2431687621860790787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to.html' title='Sooner than later.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-610779988068673451</id><published>2009-05-20T19:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:38:14.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aristotle&apos;s Words'/><title type='text'>Open up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What would I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What would I do without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;See, I was stupid from running away from this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I could leave all these concepts behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet somehow, with a glimpse of your image,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was back entrapped in the thoughts of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was improper and did not realize the pieces that I was missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The one and only, intimately realistic passion and goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You complete the other side of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The side of nothingness in my deep blackhole since you've been gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The side of intentions with actions that I am only willing to show you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For, what would I do without the pain that I feel when I am not with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What would I do without the misery, when I talk to you before you sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;knowing that you are not mine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And if I I can push the boundaries aside, erase all the letters and put the letters you and I closer, then I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I had the chance to open up the universe, create a wormhole and go back in time when I see you ever moment, then I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Allie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do not get mad at me, for the times that I forget about you. And we both know that it will happen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-610779988068673451?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/610779988068673451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/open-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/610779988068673451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/610779988068673451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/open-up.html' title='Open up.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-4621141324796850247</id><published>2009-05-18T21:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:28:23.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>I have't updated this for so long..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello readers ! How are you all doing? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm pretty.. disappointed and cheesed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I feel... really really.. uhg about a few things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of them being, a loss of a great person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A person, whom I didn't have the chance to get to know that well, but still made a good impact in my life. She was my idol. I found her.. amazing beyond measure. Amazingness that cuts through the galaxy. It is amazingness beyond words can explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;May you rest in peace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you will be greatly missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;With that being said, I hope you enjoy the blessing and greatness of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the better note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am still up on casting. And with this video, comes a film that I hope you all will enjoy. It'll be amazing. So people who wants to be in this film, my readers, fans or stalkers, you can call me. Seriously. 416 551 7983.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And oh, eighteen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, thats a date to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Note to self: Remember the number 18 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/em&gt; &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/6607874023982705232-4621141324796850247?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4621141324796850247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-havet-updated-this-for-so-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4621141324796850247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4621141324796850247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-havet-updated-this-for-so-long.html' title='I have&apos;t updated this for so long..'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-3415538095499079032</id><published>2009-05-16T20:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:28:23.737-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>For Weekend - Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi guys ! So, here's a little story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am at home, doing what? Well, nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you guys want to hear a story? Yes? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I've been at home, doin' nothing, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I've been talking to a few people, that I thought I was interested with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had... about 4 or 5, including the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;K, story number one: Past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything has been doing well, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We've been way better than what we were, that I can assure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Number two: I was supposed to have a random visitor last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Damnit, but yeah, it dint happen cause she got lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;S'all good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Number three: Spellcheck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think you like me? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I'll be in sauga next saturday looking for casts for our upcoming video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do tell me if you want to get in this video, 416 551 7983.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Link meh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One last thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The most consistent thing in life is change. Either we accept change or resist change. Either way, we still cope with change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-3415538095499079032?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3415538095499079032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-weekend-day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3415538095499079032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3415538095499079032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-weekend-day-one.html' title='For Weekend - Day One'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-8175166987834723497</id><published>2009-05-14T10:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:28:09.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egotistic Productions'/><title type='text'>Another Project: Casting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Whatsup guys? let me take a break from my stupid rants and ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about the Egotistic Production's upcoming project.&lt;br /&gt;We are creating a film.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not say what it is.&lt;br /&gt;But we're in casting phase right now.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm the one in charge of casting, and I'm supposed to be looking for 1983901283901 many people/girls, I need to know who is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a pretty nice film and you should hit me up on facebook if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;Faceboook me - John De Guzman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you could be one of my stalkers who "add me because their friend thinks I'm cute". Bullshit :) I've had one of those last week/this week lmfao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hit me up if you want to be in this film. It's not porno, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;And preferably, you're a girl, and not a guy..&lt;br /&gt;Then again... LOOOL&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing, preferably, you're a real person and not imaginary. My imaginary girlfriend just said she wanted to be in it. LOL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO LITTLE KIDS..........&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear... that was one of the hardest things to say ... :| LOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, casting phase, be in it. It'll be bomb, and it'll go far.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be around, looking for people, hit me up real soon.&lt;br /&gt;And hope you enjoy the long weekend, only for Canadians LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be writing a poem after this post so... read :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-8175166987834723497?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8175166987834723497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-project-casting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/8175166987834723497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/8175166987834723497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-project-casting.html' title='Another Project: Casting'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-3487086338106536201</id><published>2009-05-13T10:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:25:59.174-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aristotle&apos;s Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Propaganda'/><title type='text'>We Made You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;First, shout out to Eminem's new album even though a few people think that his reputation is going down with his tracks, I still find it pretty dope. Relapse, cop it off. May 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is my two-page poetry/letters/stories for what?&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;But since I can't write my own "feelings", I shall copy some from Nicholas Sparks and Walt Whitman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this good-bye is both a good-bye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come. When I look at you, I see your beauty and grace and know they have grown stronger with every life you have lived. And I know I have spent every life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. And then, for a reason neither of us understands, we've been forced to say good-bye. I would love to tell you that everything will work out for us, and I promise to do all I can to make sure it does. But if we never meet again and this is truly good-bye, I know we will see each other again in another life. We will find each other again, and maybe the stars will have changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the times we've had before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I ne'er was struck before that hour&lt;br /&gt;With love so sudden and so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower&lt;br /&gt;And stole my heart away complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dearest,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say anymore except that I couldn't sleep last night because I knew that it is over between us. It is a different feeling for me, one that I never expected, but looking back, I suppose it couldn't have ended another way. You and I were different. We came from different worlds, and yet you were the one who taught me the value of love. you showed me what it was like to care for another, and I am a better man because of it. I don't want you to ever forget that. I am not bitter because of what has happened. On the contrary. I am secure in knowing that what we had was real, and I am knowing that what we had was real, and I am happy we were able to come together for even a short period of time. And if, in some distant place in the future, we see each other in our new lives, I will smile at you with joy, and remember how we spent a summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. And maybe, for a brief moment, you'll feel it too, and you'll smile back, and savor the memories we will always share together. I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be composed -- be at ease with me ...&lt;br /&gt;Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you,&lt;br /&gt;Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you&lt;br /&gt;and the leaves to rustle for you, do my&lt;br /&gt;words refuse to glisten and rustle for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost.&lt;br /&gt;No birth, identity, form -- no object of the world,&lt;br /&gt;Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;...&lt;br /&gt;The body, sluggish, aged, cold -- the embers left from earlier fires,&lt;br /&gt;... shall duly flame again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No drowning man can know which drop of water&lt;br /&gt;his last breath did stop;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you now -- moving slowly with new life growing inside you -- I hope you know how much you mean to me, and how special this year has been. No man is mroe blessed than me, and I love you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, every day we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be your's. And, my darling, you will always be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be angry with me on days I do not remember you, and we both know they will come. Know that I love you, that I always will and that no matter what happens, know I have led the greatest life possible. My life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, in these last and tender hours&lt;br /&gt;is sensitive and very pure&lt;br /&gt;Come morning light with soft-lit powers&lt;br /&gt;to awaken love that's ever sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body slows with mortal ache, yet my promise&lt;br /&gt;remains true at the closing of our days,&lt;br /&gt;A tender touch that ends with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;will awaken love in joyous ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our souls were one, if you must know&lt;br /&gt;and never shall they be apart;&lt;br /&gt;With splendid dawn, your face aglow&lt;br /&gt;I reach for you and find my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought the movie was the best. I swear, the book is way better. I love it. The Notebook owns. I think I've realized what I'm going to do and what I'm supposed to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-3487086338106536201?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3487086338106536201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-made-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3487086338106536201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3487086338106536201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-made-you.html' title='We Made You.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-1838755515335364631</id><published>2009-05-11T11:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:31:43.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>Completely trippin' out.</title><content type='html'>Past-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel nervous around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-1838755515335364631?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1838755515335364631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/completely-trippin-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1838755515335364631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1838755515335364631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/completely-trippin-out.html' title='Completely trippin&apos; out.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-3871367901426929776</id><published>2009-05-09T14:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:50:12.363-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>Wired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was I wired to be in this situation?&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing alcohol hurts the wound, yet cleans it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He caught himself fighting for control. He hadn't expected this to happen, didnt want it to happen. He hadn't come here for this.. yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet... the feeling went on despite himself. Felt as if he hadn't in months, as if all of his dreams can still come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Felt as though he'd finally come home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Without another word, they came together as if it was the most natural thing in the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What can I really do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You can fix anything." - The Sanchez Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was I in denial? All that time? All along, when I kept on telling myself that I don't care, nor did it matter to me. Was I in denial? Cause right now, I feel as if the things that I have told myself were all lies. Somehow, everyone and everything around me, is telling to go for what I really want to. And somehow, there's only one in my mind. And as foolish as it may sound, I think I'd like to go for it, now that I've actually taken myself off the situation and know the right things to do. I havent laughed like this, nor talked to anyone so.. naturally. Everything comes so naturally between us. Then again, we don't exist. But we're so good... and as selfish as this may sound, I wann go farther, because that's how I see you. I didn't want to sit beside you because the first thing I would've done was hold your hand and hold you. I'd like to start all over again, show you how much of a better man I am than them, prove to you that I am that better guy and make you realize, I changed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And now, I'm ready to go for what I want. Keep my eyes in the prize. Because this is me. And the most natural thing that I can think of is being with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snucks, unreal, demented and disfunctional.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll uncover the real me, realizing that there's only you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex? Nah, never. I can never see you that way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, remmeebr that time, when another one was involved, and I still got you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, let me do it all over again. Because I know I can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Correct me if I am wrong but, I have proved you wrong way too many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will do it again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-3871367901426929776?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3871367901426929776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/wired.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3871367901426929776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3871367901426929776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/wired.html' title='Wired.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-4406612036889238966</id><published>2009-05-08T10:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:14:13.038-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>Moderation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gotta get this out of my system first:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cassie's tatas... niicceee (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Respect to whoever hacked her computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Actually, whoever you are, you're part of my idol lists now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life moves on. Let's enjoy this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Find her.&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/6607874023982705232-4406612036889238966?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4406612036889238966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/moderation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4406612036889238966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4406612036889238966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/moderation.html' title='Moderation.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-872781721633222310</id><published>2009-05-07T11:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:00:51.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack Open.</title><content type='html'>Man, vote things today.&lt;br /&gt;Politics even in schools.&lt;br /&gt;I voted for yohan, only because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what happens next?&lt;br /&gt;I think, all I can say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want one, don't need one.&lt;br /&gt;But my life is so&lt;br /&gt;And we are so&lt;br /&gt;And you could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be in you&lt;br /&gt;Not in you, sexually, because everyone thinks that nowadays&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be in your mind, and in your thoughts and in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be in your heart, and in your soul&lt;br /&gt;And in that hidden treasure that you keep from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Becuase I'd like to know you&lt;br /&gt;And be in you, the way no one else have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, what a lonely and hopeless romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have so much inspiration?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-872781721633222310?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/872781721633222310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/crack-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/872781721633222310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/872781721633222310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/crack-open.html' title='Crack Open.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-1046485437793937515</id><published>2009-05-06T10:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:38:30.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Booo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; So, I finally organized my blospot posts. On the right you will see the groups of posts that I have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aristotle's Words: Poems&lt;br /&gt;Chapters: Stories&lt;br /&gt;Ramblings.com: Random rants&lt;br /&gt;Propaganda: Shotout for random things&lt;br /&gt;Bartender Recipes: Some recipes for drinks and such as&lt;br /&gt;Egotistic Productions: Upcoming projects by the Egotistics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read and have fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-1046485437793937515?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1046485437793937515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/booo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1046485437793937515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1046485437793937515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/booo.html' title='Booo !'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-3853112313305624725</id><published>2009-05-04T10:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:39:04.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aristotle&apos;s Words'/><title type='text'>I realized...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Montana, this one's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I see you walking right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Angelic beauty, goddess-like strut and your feisty mimic of a swagger.&lt;br /&gt;You look at me, yet don't really see me.&lt;br /&gt;For I am only an affiliate, only a companion and only a comrade.&lt;br /&gt;Compared a celestial being like you, I am only a vagabond, an indigent.&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the blind, for he can not be trapped in your glimpse, like I do.&lt;br /&gt;For every time I am, I am reminded of my agenda.&lt;br /&gt;A disguise that I have kept inside, long enough to be forgotten and not be seen.&lt;br /&gt;A secret, embedded deep within the very fabric of my egotism.&lt;br /&gt;My famine for your attention.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling that burns my soul, like the little drops of venom on Loki’s back that trembles the underground and leaves the earth trembling.&lt;br /&gt;That most intimate adrenaline that passes by my brain, stopping me from comprehending anything, leaving me mindless every time I see you.&lt;br /&gt;You put me in a state of no mind.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I look at your smile; the intricate work of art carved into a beauty by a Michelangelo.&lt;br /&gt;Or your radiant shine, that brightens up the world that I carry on my shoulder, like the lonely titan, Atlas.&lt;br /&gt;But I am still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I am Samson and you are my hair, and the fate that brings us together, is the Delilah that tricked me.&lt;br /&gt;You are the moon, and I am the Wolverine that walked down the path of human, only to be fooled and not to be able to touch you but only to admire you from the land so far away.&lt;br /&gt;You are highly unattainable.&lt;br /&gt;Only a wish that can be granted by the most generous god.&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow, I still try. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;One more try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-3853112313305624725?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3853112313305624725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-realized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3853112313305624725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3853112313305624725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-realized.html' title='I realized...'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2736372617753148770</id><published>2009-05-02T13:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:39:33.132-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>Bleah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What can I say? I feel weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I feel so.. off today, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's not a bad thing or a good thing or any thing at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I just.. feel weird out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Its as if, all I want to do is sit down, get some rest and do nothing, for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's all this pressure I'm putting on myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Am I happy? Yes, very.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But am I frustrated? Yes, very.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Im having a.. war against myself, in the inside, of what's right, and whats I should be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And right now, all I can say is that, I need a long rest. The sun needs to come out so I can go to the beach, spend my time there, and get plenty of amazing sun and relaxation. I gotta stop doing this to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh, One more thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2736372617753148770?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2736372617753148770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/bleah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2736372617753148770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2736372617753148770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/bleah.html' title='Bleah.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-834720633449809378</id><published>2009-05-01T10:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:39:50.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>Exhausted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One can only tell if pressure will make you or break you.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, pressure is breaking me, tearing me apart, into little bits of pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only pressure shows the real you. Somehow, it builds you.&lt;br /&gt;If one can cope with pressure, then one can cope with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it's taking all of my energy.&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressure of keeping that look.&lt;br /&gt;Pressure of having one.&lt;br /&gt;Pressure of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;Pressure of going somewhere in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I left a question blank in my physics test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' to waste catties is making me feel so waste.&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' to stupid waste catties is making me feel so waste AND stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' to stupid idiotic waste catties is making me feel so waste AND stupid AND idiotic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm wired, to feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's getting into me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm feeling so.. less amazing with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stop distracting my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stop being stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Three, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need my fucking phone !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get the fuck out of my life, already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-834720633449809378?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/834720633449809378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/834720633449809378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/834720633449809378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/05/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-6350061372821247152</id><published>2009-04-28T16:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:40:05.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>Lost it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hey guys ! What is happening ! Snucks is here alive and breathing :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am here to tell you guys a story, a wonderful story of life and losing things.&lt;br /&gt;So, I lost.. something that I've had for the longest time now..&lt;br /&gt;And even though I feel bad... all I can say is.. "GOOD RIDDANCE !!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer officially died from a virus that took over my damn CPU ! Yes? YES !&lt;br /&gt;BOOYEAH ! Now, for a new and better computer in which, I hope I will get.. in about 10- 20 weeks. So, for now, I'm on blogspot at school... Weird. Msn things on the Xbox 360, and the home phone is always open. I've had about.. 10 stalker phone calls from the past... 5 days ! YES ! I'm almost close into my goal of having.. 20 in 10 days :) LOL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fans? I do hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I've lost interest in something that I've always been in, in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because of the fact that I wouldn't want to complicate things now, that life is simple and happy, as I am.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to see all the faults in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; despite the fact that they're cool in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are reasons coming up for me NOT  to do anything or am I looking for a reason to not to? I really have no idea. But right now, life is simple, I'll go the way life goes by. Long distance - Maybe. Barely legal - Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Impress me, and we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;I still dont know. Let's hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now, catch me on msn or call me up. No facebook and such as, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-6350061372821247152?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6350061372821247152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6350061372821247152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6350061372821247152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-it.html' title='Lost it.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-5200052436446019120</id><published>2009-04-28T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:40:24.134-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>Still Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hate me, disown me, dislike me,&lt;br /&gt;Like me, love me, adore me&lt;br /&gt;But remember one thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try cut my wings, I'm still pulling out a phantom, and these haters can't stand 'em, I'm still doing my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep doing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-5200052436446019120?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5200052436446019120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/5200052436446019120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/5200052436446019120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-fly.html' title='Still Fly'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-396067111236933698</id><published>2009-04-25T21:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:40:47.572-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>Posture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hello ! This is Snucks again :)&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while.......&lt;br /&gt;My precious.. internet...... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, for those who don't know, my parents are being.. guh, Im not going to lie. They both can not seriously understand. And no lie, I can't live being here right now and I might just leave one of these days. Keep in tune for what might happen with my life, you creepers :) Anywho, they all decide to take off the damn internet and not let me use it, stupid? Yes, I think so too. For what? Nothing. So, for the next few days, it's going to be hard for me to actually post and talk to everyone in my msn list. I am really sorry guys. I swear, I will make it all up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, do contact me at : 416 551 7983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is open to anyone and everyone who reads my damn blogspot. You deserve my number if you read my blogspot. Call me, talk to me, say hi to me, just even say, "I'm your new stalker ! Hi !", but make sure that , even if you're an old pedophile, to actually use a voice-changer and make your voice sound like a cute girl 'cause.. I wouldn't like to get creeped out.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, business talks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm designing a tee with the Snucks Logo. Yes, I have my own logo, I feel so happy. I made it up myself, in which the picture will be posted up really soon. On top of that, it will be on a tee plus some egotistic production things, if they want to. They are all in planning and designing phase right now. In a few weeks, as long as I stop procrastinating, I shall get them done, I hope. My deliveries of shirts today didn't come so I'm guessing, I'll get them by next week. For everyone who've seen the magical talens of the egotistic productions, please support us because one of these days, we'll have a break and we'll all famous and, just.. out there and I hope you all will have faith in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a poem to leave ya off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes of a seventeen is the world of a twenty-four&lt;br /&gt;His maturity level has gone straight to the sky in an hour&lt;br /&gt;His life is going through a path full of choices within right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;He can handle rejections and distractions because his might is too strong&lt;br /&gt;The prize of success is the apple of his eye&lt;br /&gt;And the limit of his pride? All the way to the top of the sky&lt;br /&gt;But he also knows that your mental capacity to handle this is miniature like a bonsai&lt;br /&gt;He knows that you think of him as a little ant with no success in life but failures like your math tests&lt;br /&gt;And that won't stop him in achieving the best and being the highest&lt;br /&gt;Do not detest him for he will only prove you wrong and make sure you cry&lt;br /&gt;With your stupid assumptions and little intentions of making things work&lt;br /&gt;He will break your mindset and bring back the works of a genius&lt;br /&gt;Because who is he? Superman on steriods that has lost control and gone berserk&lt;br /&gt;His name is Snucks and he'll make sure you eat your damn mother FUCK ing words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-396067111236933698?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/396067111236933698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/posture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/396067111236933698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/396067111236933698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/posture.html' title='Posture.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-4869597873353961011</id><published>2009-04-20T22:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:41:04.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aristotle&apos;s Words'/><title type='text'>Childish Acts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Childish Acts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Out of everything, we put our mind into, we see that no one can stand right beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only ones who can see through you and realize who you really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How can you not see that? Because I’m far ahead mature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My life and my mind, it goes on so fast and learn the lesson of the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then moves on, because life moves on with the present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because today is a gift, and we should not resent it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just live it and love it like everyday is no reason to be sad with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don’t worry about anyone or anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because life is about living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Without worry or fear, just happiness and cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is what we are, and this is what we’ll do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happiness forever is what will bring me to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don’t stay around for people who don’t live their lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never give up cause we will not cut our’s with knives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just keep this sense of humour, and life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because in the end, it’s all about ourselves and no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They don’t think I can pass life over numbers that tell me who I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How ignorant can one be, when numbers rule what your life is going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The irony is clever when they say that we’re ignorant for believing certain stupidities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet, we all revolve around things like geometry and physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I ain’t hating on physics, I’m getting straight nineties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I’m looking forward in seeing Einstien, see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I keep a smile on my face, regardless of what everyone says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because this is my life, and it’s winner through the end of the race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m gonn keep on hanging, keep fighting for my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gotta live up on my own hype and realize that I’m full of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HEY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Find your place somewhere, cause that’s where you belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not anywhere else where everyone else will bring you down for everything you do wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We’re only human and we’re not perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So give it up cause I ain’t gonn keep on this neglect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am human and I love to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I’ll only keep myself happy, while eveyrone’s stupid enough to keep themselves sobbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ha ha, I laugh at you fools and you’re stupidity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I am happy ! And only happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So cheer up now, regardless of what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They say heartless is a bad thing, I say, screw you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel good in the inside, realizing that I am only happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because in life, there’s only one thing and that’s me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel good, doing what I do, because this is me, and not you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don’t know what I’m going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So don’t judge me, I am only what you tell me to be so, hate on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not on me, this is how you brought me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Mature Thangs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only one who knows can understand what one doesn’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don’t try to understand, but learn, so that we can all grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Change is inevitable, it happens and all we can do is cope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because none of us are perfect, not even the pope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I keep myself happy, and bring myself up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since, for once in my life, I care, yet somehow, things screws up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I don’t let that bring me down, because I’m always going to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Regardless, no fight, no nothing can bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only for people who think life is a joke and we’re all clowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And that’s me, so I’ll live my life and not sloppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only an understanding that I gotta keep myself happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Smiling, everyday and anyday, and know that things are looking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause the sun is bright and it’s bringing me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don’t take fights seriously anymore, it’s only a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only an argument, but I still love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though, I am now heartless with no care, I love my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only cause they’ve been through there anyday and everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I ain’t good for them no more, so I gotta keep my distance away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And leavin off with a good note, and letting you know that you’ve brought me this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So trust me when I say I know what I’m doing with my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m not a kid anymore, I mature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don’t let me end my life with a sharp knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though I will not try, don’t push me cause this is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don’t understand me, learn me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because you’ll never understand me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I make mistakes but those mistakes don’t tell me who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I move on with life, and I’ll keep on going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And for everyday, and anyday, I will be happy, keep a smile on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because it’s a winner till the end of the race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Doubt me, hate me, dislike me, disown me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love me, like me, fond me, and adore me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It don’t matter cause in the end, I’ll be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, today was a good day, beating everyone else right in the face or in the eye. My bad yo. I'll stop defending too harsh :P Though, no girls were involved, loved the day anyway :) I might go downtown sometime this weekend and go to Mississauga so catch me if you see me. Say hi !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I redefine the Superman Logo. It is now, SNUCKS ! YEAHHHH !!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In true &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; the smallest &lt;b&gt;distance&lt;/b&gt; is too great, and the greatest &lt;b&gt;distance&lt;/b&gt; can be bridged."&lt;br /&gt;-- Hans Nouwens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not try to change one who is not willing to. Change yourself and maybe, one will change."&lt;br /&gt;-- Ms. Gigi Wharton, loving youth worker&lt;br /&gt;&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/6607874023982705232-4869597873353961011?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4869597873353961011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/childish-acts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4869597873353961011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/4869597873353961011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/childish-acts.html' title='Childish Acts'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2385646097713500857</id><published>2009-04-19T23:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:41:15.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aristotle&apos;s Words'/><title type='text'>Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Exhaustion;&lt;br /&gt;The desperation of the brain to function properly.&lt;br /&gt;I laid down as my conscience and subconscious mind have fallen to the depths of the abyss,&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by an epidemic of dramatic replays of the past.&lt;br /&gt;Passed out, did my conscious mind do, and listen to nothing but the broken ode of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasizing about a world full of fiction and broken anatomies of reality,&lt;br /&gt;Brought by the works of an artisan willing to depict the ecstasy of an illusion&lt;br /&gt;And the gore foundation of fictional facts that cheats us of the genuineness of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world;&lt;br /&gt;There I was dreaming about intellectual beauty;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty embedded in the thoughts of an effeminate mind.&lt;br /&gt;The elegant thoughts that ease the pain yet seduces the most vigorous brain&lt;br /&gt;That changes one's agony into an ever lasting joy of suffering and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxious;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness ripped from the corpse of reality, yet trapped inside the world of fools.&lt;br /&gt;Her image, stuck in the deep cortex of my mind could not resist temptation.&lt;br /&gt;From the forlorn and beaten adventure of the brave heart,&lt;br /&gt;I snatched the mere imagery of the intellect and surpass nonetheless, failure and disappointment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment;&lt;br /&gt;Awaken from another blind aspiration of bringing depression to myself,&lt;br /&gt;And I knew she was merely one to bring pain and agony; I let her in, only to grasp nothing&lt;br /&gt;But the broken pieces of a canvas whom the painter never had the chance to paint in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow, I dare, yet again, to dream some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2385646097713500857?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2385646097713500857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2385646097713500857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2385646097713500857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream.html' title='Dream.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2143086462330866104</id><published>2009-04-17T23:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:41:31.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egotistic Productions'/><title type='text'>Egotistic Productions: We Famous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hello guys !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snucks, here again, in this stupid blog, in this stupid world, in this stupid universe.... That sounded emo didn't it? LOL I keed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so, the last post about the girl who is apparently one of my friend's girlfriend.. well, guess what ! It wasn't her ! haha I so msged her and I felt like an asshole when she said, "yeah, you've mistaken me for someone else..." Yet at the same time, it felt so good knowing that the girl that I tried to chop, is actually not taken :) Good job for me? Do I deserve a high5? Yes, I do. SELF-FIVE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, so, the Egotistics went downtown today. It was actually fun. We went on a journey to finding the wonderful world of 7-11 and I swear, it was worth it. I loved the day today. We originally planned on going to the beach, that ended up us going downtown, then the beach again, then downtown again, which was weird. We had a really really good photoshoot today. Iris had her day (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, we have planned our future projects. Let me just say that we have a few things coming up that will entertain you. I won't give it up, on what they were but I will assure you right now, they are so dope, you have no idea. I'll give you a hint on one of 'em: "What happens when everyone can read your life?" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dope ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, though, I had a few weird encounters at both Tna and Aerie, the way was pretty much close into me, amazing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep reading and keep supporting us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2143086462330866104?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2143086462330866104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/egotistic-productions-we-famous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2143086462330866104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2143086462330866104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/egotistic-productions-we-famous.html' title='Egotistic Productions: We Famous'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2002252957941704444</id><published>2009-04-16T19:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:42:08.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>Good News and Bad News.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello, this is your friendly superhero, Snucks, saying Hi to my readers/fans/supporters/family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you can see, Chapter 3 of my story is up. Its short, you know why? Just to build some more tension :) ... or because I'm procrastinating about it, which is NOT TRUE at all. It's for those people who "hate reading long things" yet can suck "long dicks" LOL I keed. I meant, for those people who hate reading long things, now you guys have no such excuse :) You can now read at least PART of the story... which is barely a paragraph. But hey, here's what you do, tell your friends about me, and as long as they read and comment about how stupid it is or how good it is, then everything is all well. I WILL post the next part of the story by Sunday, April 18th on 9:00 PM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One more thing, also, read my emo poems haha They've been pretty.. emo. Weird eh? Well, it's going to change real soon because of what happened today. It's so much fun. Anyway, there will be more poems/freeverses to satisfy everyone's hunger for some LITERACY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, so, good news and bad news for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good news first or bad news first? Let's go with the good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, good news is, I have overcame my Yips and it is all gone. On top of that, I had a How I met your Mother Marathon yesterday which gave me well enough thoughts and ideas of how to become single AGAIN ! And to be honest, it felt really good. I actually met almost three people today, which is nice. I guess I did move on and I am over her. Finally? Yes sir. It was hard and painful BUT I made it. Do I deserve a high5? Yes, self five !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wann hear the bad news now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, here's how it went. So I got this girl in trouble at her work for talking to her, well, trying to get her number, no lie with that. I almost got kicked out of the damn store, actually. Well, when everything was all well and done with that, SINematic, who I was with for the whole day, told me that the girl is apparently a girlfriend of a friend of our's, but he wasn't so sure. So, I was skeptical about it and hoped that she actually wasn't. So, apaprently, she's friends with one of my closest almost family, friend and apparently she's his sister. What a small world, ain't it? Then, so I found out, with my ways.... ;) , that she was ACTUALLY the girlfriend of our friend... which is... really a fail in life :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The irony of it all is that, a few days ago, superEGOtron was just telling us how everyone knows about her and her twin, which she does have and looks fairly as good as her since they ARE identical twins. And I didn't know her. Little did I know that I will, somehow meet her. Fate? Destiny? Karma? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all for now :)&lt;br /&gt;Still want to know your name, girl in the pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Keep being amazing, self ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2002252957941704444?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2002252957941704444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-news-and-bad-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2002252957941704444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2002252957941704444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-news-and-bad-news.html' title='Good News and Bad News.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-1847616547780585416</id><published>2009-04-15T11:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:43:56.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapters'/><title type='text'>Rebound, Chapter 3: Bamboozle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My face was dripping wet as it was covered in tears as he answered me. I basically broke his trust right even before he started trusting me. Stupidity was it? No, I call it idiotic, what I did. He opened his arms for me, yet it seemed to me as if I broke them just to push the blessing away from me. Yes, I have done this, and in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-1847616547780585416?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1847616547780585416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/rebound-chapter-3-bamboozle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1847616547780585416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1847616547780585416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/rebound-chapter-3-bamboozle.html' title='Rebound, Chapter 3: Bamboozle'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-1853568766730246424</id><published>2009-04-15T11:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:44:10.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Propaganda'/><title type='text'>ASHER ROTH'S ALBUM ! COP IT ON 4.20 !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_f8YSaXEVd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_f8YSaXEVd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Snucks, telling you to COP THE DAMN ALBUM OR ELSE !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd support downloading but.. it's illegal.. so.. therefore.. I can not... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;COTDAMNIT, COP IT, DO WHATEVER TO HEAR HIS SONGS, JUST MAKE SURE YOU HEAR 'EM ! GOT IT?! GOOD !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6607874023982705232-1853568766730246424?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1853568766730246424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/asher-roths-album-cop-it-on-420.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1853568766730246424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1853568766730246424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/asher-roths-album-cop-it-on-420.html' title='ASHER ROTH&apos;S ALBUM ! COP IT ON 4.20 !!!'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-3721827088588727358</id><published>2009-04-13T21:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:44:27.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>Girl in the Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey fans, readers and loving followers of my blogspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Snucks here, again, stopping by to say Hi ! - from Period 2 in Computer Science class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate my teacher, with sagacious passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha, sag-acious... sags haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, how am I doing, you might ask? I've been, well. Well enough to write this, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm actually in the verge of getting sick. I can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And who got me sick? Angelo, SINematic, blame him. I swear, you should go to his blogspot, comment and go, "SHAME ON YOU FOR GETTING SNUCKS SICK !" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll love you forever if you do it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, we had a very.. weird adventure downtown, full of failures, in my side, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've caught the Yips yesterday, and you're probably curious what the hell the Yips is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Yips is when you overthink something and ends up not doing it because of overthinking such thing. It usually ahs a big meaning to it, most of the time, confidence issues. It actually exists, I'm not bullshitting you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, anyway, I had way too many failures due to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me tell you the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Egotistics went downtown for an amazing chilling. On our way there, we saw two girls, on which, I probably thought of asking their numbers. But, it really didn't matter to me, they weren't the best looking girls. I wasn't that interested. So, we were downtown just walking, minding our own business and we ended up going to Eaton's and loaft. When we got there, we ended up seeing a group of girls, three actually, one of them wearing a pink sweater, walking out. My creeper senses told me to follow them, on which we so didn't do. SINematic wanted to go to Urban Outfitters and look for things to buy since they do have some real dope things in there, like superEGOtron's "penis pokey" or the book, "She's just not that into you", that are usually in every other book store anyway, but we just ended up reading it in there. Anywho, we went in and guess who we saw ! The girl in the pink and her friends. Slu-ish me and my cocky self, wanted to actually talk to her and maybe ask for her number...  Super Epic Fail. I was walking up the stairs and we both had our eyes locked on to each other.. Don't know how it happened, but we were both staring at each other. After then, I told SINematic that I'll chop them.. on which, in many cases that I could've, still did not. Why? I blame the Yips. Up to the point that they all ended up leaving and walking some more. And so, I did run after them, found them then lose them. But I did see her friend, stare at me and smiled at me, as if mocking me or such as. Or was she smiling because she thought it was cute that I ran after them? I dont know. But that girl in the pink.. I've lost my chance with her.. After running about, we then agian saw the two girls that I first mentioned about, and... failed again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, the same thing happened with about five more other girls, in whom I lost my chance with but, out of them all, the girl in the pink stood out. Why? She just, had the "beautiful smile and stunning eyes", so immanuel would like to put in, my eyes have laid on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And she's been in my mind ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My God, I'll do anything right now just to see her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh please, God and Universe and whoknowswhatelseisoutthere, can I please see that girl in the pink again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'm not a creeper !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Keep being amazing, self :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-3721827088588727358?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-3837058874503490318</id><published>2009-04-12T11:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:44:57.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aristotle&apos;s Words'/><title type='text'>Superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The beat of drums in my chest have stopped beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the flowing river in my veins has clogged up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where did my heart go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The thought of making up and fixing up has stopped coming by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the sounds of goodbyes, no more does it bring tears in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where did my heart go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The painful lies and deceits does not break my hopes nor bones no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the insane amount of tries and failures, no more does it keep me indoors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where did my heart go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now that it has gone missing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does that make one an empty shell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When a poet's life turned into a blank canvas where words cannot paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And painter's colors of the world only write gibberish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does that make one an empty shell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When a police officer has realized that his world is perfect, with no crime at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When the criminals stopped comitting crimes because they have it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does that make one an empty shell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When a philosopher has found all the truth in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And all questions were answered and no more room for anything to be solved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does that make one an empty shell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When a stargazer has moved in the city, only realizing that the smog covers the sky and brings no star at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or when a soldier enlisting in the army only realizing that peace has been brought and there's no one else to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does that make one an empty shell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How about losing your heart to one of the only people you took seriously, realizing that in the end, he or she will give up on you, crushing your heart into million pieces, shattered on the floor, stomped down into pieces of diamonds, so small that the naked eye cant see.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does that make one an empty shell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How about when a sex addict or a whore has fucked everyone in the world and has lost the meaning of having sex, and getting borred at the fact of doing it over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does that make one an empty shell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When every word in a crossword puzzle has been found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And a musician have heard all of the world's sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does that make one an empty shell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because right now, I am cold and heartless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No more meaning, in acing a simple physics test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or even trying to fix a broken vase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not even living my days like it was my last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does that make one an empty shell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* Did not happen to me, I swear LOL Not the 'crushign your heart into a million pieces shattered on the floor, stomped down into pieces of diamons' part at least&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/6607874023982705232-3837058874503490318?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3837058874503490318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/superman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3837058874503490318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3837058874503490318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/superman.html' title='Superman'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-7019377189205209356</id><published>2009-04-11T00:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:45:14.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aristotle&apos;s Words'/><title type='text'>The Thought of The Snucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Broken pieces of a thought that has lingered into my mind&lt;br /&gt;Like shards of a broken glass, be cautious or be cut deeply inside&lt;br /&gt;About the hazards of the words that are embedded deep behind&lt;br /&gt;the subconscious mind; the conscious just died.&lt;br /&gt;One seem to speak of the less truth in their thoughts and more of the dream thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;And not the real truth of a man that lies, only to live an honest life&lt;br /&gt;Because thoughts, fear for judgment to be brought&lt;br /&gt;There's less likely of a thought rather than an ending with a slit of a knife&lt;br /&gt;Because people who have thoughts were killed and assassinated&lt;br /&gt;While none of us exactly know how to think right&lt;br /&gt;When everyone else is aggravated with what to do when their minds disintegrated&lt;br /&gt;With propaganda that tells us not to speak and just fight&lt;br /&gt;None of us exactly know how to act, and we still run away from that fact&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say, that thought, because we always run away from the thoughts that speak the truth&lt;br /&gt;Since the thought of living a lie brings chills from our head to our sacs.&lt;br /&gt;The cold front of fear that runs down our spines when we find out that truth has no ruth.&lt;br /&gt;We don't think because we are scared of our thoughts and the truth that it behold.&lt;br /&gt;Fear of finding out that the life that we live are all lies and deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, how can you tell me to think before I act?&lt;br /&gt;When all my thoughts are about giving you all the lies in the world to make you feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;And make you feel the pain that I feel, when you're not around.&lt;br /&gt;Let you know that these thoughts were better left hidden than found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I lied to ya.&lt;br /&gt;Only because I needed ya.&lt;br /&gt;And you weren't there, like I was.&lt;br /&gt;When I was "sick" and when "someone was taking care of me."&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still said yes, when you wanted to be free.&lt;br /&gt;When I know I only said that to make you feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, nowhere to be found only dead, and sad.&lt;br /&gt;I needed ya, yes need.&lt;br /&gt;Like a hungry african, waiting for food to feed his kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my first thought was, I think I found the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, living my lies and leaving the thoughts embedded inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-7019377189205209356?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7019377189205209356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/thought-of-snucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/7019377189205209356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/7019377189205209356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/thought-of-snucks.html' title='The Thought of The Snucks.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-6922923960201736029</id><published>2009-04-10T12:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:46:02.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Propaganda'/><title type='text'>Neil Patrick Harris is my new idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Something to get away from the world of Anne Marie, James and John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the last time, you can't be in love with Robin and be sleeping with every bimbo on the planet.You have to choose right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPH: I choose Bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPH: Hey, Lily, bimbos make me happy. Bimbos make me feel alive. Bimbos make me want to pretend to be a better man. This whole thing ... but at the end of the day, my heart belongs to bimbos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, this is just a defense mechanism just because you're afraid of getting hurt. You're just confused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPH: "Oh, I'm not confused, Lily. You know who is confused? Bimbos. They're easily confused. One of the thousand little things that I love about them. I love their vacant trusting stares, their sluggish mind and their unresolved daddy issues. I love them, Lily and they love me. Bimbos have always been there for me, through thick and thin, mostly thin, big men dont do thick cross."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, Neil Patrick Harris is my new idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-6922923960201736029?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6922923960201736029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/neil-patrick-harris-is-my-new-idol.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6922923960201736029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6922923960201736029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/neil-patrick-harris-is-my-new-idol.html' title='Neil Patrick Harris is my new idol'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-6900262699709058444</id><published>2009-04-07T20:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:46:56.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapters'/><title type='text'>Rebound, Chapter 2: Number One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" I can treat you better than your ex, better than your next, and make sure that I'll be the best."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Really now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yes ma'am. So I think you should pick me over them idiots."&lt;br /&gt;"Really now? You don't even know if I like you."&lt;br /&gt;"Then, let's find out now, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;"You're gay, I asked first."&lt;br /&gt;"Girls don't answer first."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay fine, I do."&lt;br /&gt;"I do too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We did not realize what was going on... him being different drew me closer and closer, sweeping me off my feet, and almost unlocking the buried treasure hidden beneath my heart.  He made me feel sane and somehow, I just wanted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I never really talked about my parents, now do I? Joshua Michael Vermo and Mae Vermo, married since July 5th 1981. Who are they in my life? Well, mentors, teachers, creator? Well, I owe them my life, for sure. I love them but there are times when we do have fights, arguments, and disagreements, and I take it all by heart. Oversensitivity? I guess so. My mother and I aren't as tight as we used to be, I guess. And we argue about every little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who became my get away from these bullshit? Him, John. He took care of me. I should tell you how he asked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I planned on running away that day. Why? For what reason? Overreacting over my parents. You can say that in my teen years, I "hated" my mom a lot. Why you ask? Well, I had my years, had my phases, and had the weirdest thoughts in my mind. It seemed to me as if, my mom never really cared about me and all that she had to say, was full of ignorance and stupidity. But, I digress. John offered to shelter me just for the night. He also joked that if I wanted to stay longer, I had to pay rent... but not by the usual means. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ended up meeting his whole family, and his parents, seem to have this big expectations for him but he seemed so, respectful and tight with his family. His brother and sister? The cutest bunch of kids that I've ever met. Amazing kids. They took me in as if I was part of the family, already. They made me feel so... comfortable, like the warmth of a blazing fire in the middle of a winter camp. The comfort and the care they showed me, were... truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you're probably anxious to hear how he was going to ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lying down, at around 1:00 AM, watching, I think was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? Well, it went off as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, wanna see something really amazing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm.. no, not really"&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you have to be so gay? Look at this."&lt;br /&gt;*shows text message on phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12:47 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will you be my girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was going through my mind? I have no idea. That was cheesy as hell though.&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, I said yes, with a smile and a good kiss. Was I happy? Yes... but at the same time, I was scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such an amazing person. But I was the opposite of him.  I'll end up hurting him eventually. How could I? I had no idea, but I risked it anyway. I thought to myself that it could work. Though, you should know one thing, we live on opposite side of the city. So yes, I was scared as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not it. The worse was just about to come. How?&lt;br /&gt;Like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time where I thought I'll be happy with this guy, taking care of me and helping me out through everything, my doubts and anxiety probably brought me down. How? I was still scared of us, of my feelings, how everything is going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, the day after, I saw James. Where about? Just around the terminal on my way to the bus. How did it go? Long story short, we talked, made out and I had a boyfriend already. How did I feel? I let the spur of the moment take over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity? Yes. Idiocracy? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did realize that I hurt probably one of the most amazing guys I will ever go out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, after getting yelled at and being harassed by my parents, there was only one thought in mind, how am I going to tell him. More to that, my mother didn't exactly made it all better for me with saying, "John called and he was worried shitless over you. Call him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had to tell him. I had to be honest with him, it felt like he deserved at least that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what do you want me to do?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. Its your choice. Get rid of me or not."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want me still?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared shitless, actually. My heart was thumping, I didnt know what to do... Is he gonn just.. forgive me or did I hurt him that much already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I made my decision..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the last time I felt my heart pause and time stood still, as if God himself  was judging me.&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/6607874023982705232-6900262699709058444?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6900262699709058444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/rebound-chapter-2-number-one.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6900262699709058444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6900262699709058444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/rebound-chapter-2-number-one.html' title='Rebound, Chapter 2: Number One'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-5044597597841733029</id><published>2009-04-06T18:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:47:11.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapters'/><title type='text'>Rebound, Chapter 1: The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, I did promise to tell you guys all about my life.&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's start two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"James, listen to me. I'm hurting 'cause of you !"&lt;br /&gt;"Really now."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, and you don't even care. I can leave you right now, and I swear, you won't even care."&lt;br /&gt;"Then leave."&lt;br /&gt;"What the fuck James, seriously. You can't even make shit work?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously, Marie, I dont need this bullshit."&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me two years ago. That was James, my ex-boyfriend now. Well, yeah, since I did call him my "ex-boyfriend", we did break up. He could be such an asshole, one time he would make me happy, and one time he would just tear it all apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little history about me. I went out with a lot of guys, no lie. Stephanie calls me a slu for it, I dont know why. And I gotta admit, I never like to be the one losing after a break up, I do move on real fast. How many, you might ask? Well, let's not count. Not that I lost count, its just.. a lot. My best one? Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;but before I met &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him, &lt;/span&gt;Ralph. Ralph was my boyfriend about three years ago. An on and off relationship that lasted for at least eleven months. Why was he my best one? Well, he was there, family-wise,  bullshit-wise, we stayed around and actually tried to make it work. I just.. got tired of him, I guess, with all the bullshit that he put me through. He was only the best one until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;beat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the little fire that me and James had was extinguished and blown off by the gusting wind of both bullshit and ignorance. I tried my best to make it work, but somehow, he gave up on us. In the end, he basically left me hanging for about a month, then breaks up with me after 6 months. Yes, I was sad about it. He --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*msn messenger pops up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;John: What happened with James?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and well, he was there all the time. Throughout the relationship, I kinda depended on him for help and he was there to help me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: He broke up with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;John: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: I dont know. It's done with. I don't wann talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;John: Well, I'm here for ya if you need anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we're talking about the creeper looking guy here whom I ended up giving my number to. Somehow, he cared about me and james more than james ever did. Its pretty weird. My first impression of him, was somewhat wrong. There's something about him that makes you feel so comfortable, like a warm sensation of comfort rushing through your skin everytime he's around. Something so different about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"John, I hate my life."&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone's an idiot. In the end, everyone leaves."&lt;br /&gt;"Not me. I'm different. I'll be here for you no matter what."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that's what they all say at first, then they all leave."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going to leave you."&lt;br /&gt;"One day, you will. You'll get tired of me, and you'll leave."&lt;br /&gt;"No, I won't. I promise you, no matter what. I'll hold you down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how a guy can say that over the phone? Ha ! What did I say about something different about him? But to be honest with you, was I supposed to believe him? Somehow, somewhere, a feeling in me believed everything he said. He makes things all better. He.. probably is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Someone thought I was chinese again."&lt;br /&gt;"I told you, admit it already"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, how can I forget, he's also an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got over James pretty fast and moved on and forgot about him.&lt;br /&gt;I think it had to do this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stephanie: Sister, what's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marie: Nothing. I think I like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creeper-face. Fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/6607874023982705232-5044597597841733029?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5044597597841733029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/rebound-chapter-1-beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/5044597597841733029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/5044597597841733029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/rebound-chapter-1-beginning.html' title='Rebound, Chapter 1: The Beginning'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-8185728765734271478</id><published>2009-04-05T13:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:47:44.933-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapters'/><title type='text'>Introduction: Rebound</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Once, in life, something you deserve will come but will you take the chance to grab it? New people yet the story seem so old to me, as if dejavu, happening again. Is this fate destined? It's your choice to prove it right or wrong. Hear my story out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, before I forget about this, have you met John?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm.. no"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Ann Marie, this is John, John, this is Ann Marie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of him? Well, he's just like any other guy, custy face of a hoodrat, preppy clothes, shaved head, not hot at all, not even cute and he has this idiot vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I'm John. Stephanie, is she single?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what did I say about the idiot vibe? That was creepy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. Shut up, John, don't do it."&lt;br /&gt;"Do what?"&lt;br /&gt;"That thing of your's. (Turns to me) Marie, don't worry, he's a nice guy just a tad creeper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he kinda had that creeper vibe too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up Steph! Don't listen to her. I'm amazing, she's just mad 'cause she picked her ex over me ! And where is he now? I don't know. Do you see him around? haha"&lt;br /&gt;"John, shut up ! Forget Andrew!"&lt;br /&gt;"Sucks for you eh? If you just picked me over him haha"&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up ! Well, here, mingle with marie, I gotta go get something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I want to talk to him? No, not really. So you could've just guessed what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, marie, how do you know Stephanie?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm.. she's a friend. One sec okay? I gotta go to the ladies' room. STEPHANIE ! COME WITH ME !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I found an excuse to get away from the creeper lookin' guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stephanie.."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, my loving sister?"&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, you know, he looks like a creeper. On top of that, what was he talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I had a little thing going on with him.. and yeah, I picked Andrew over him.."&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh.. And I pick my boyfriend, James too."&lt;br /&gt;"God! Okay, Marie, just a friend okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmhhhmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I met him. I'd tell you the whole story but somehow it revolved around my failure of pushing him away. I don't know but somehow, it all came down into him hitting on me way too much and me giving my number to this creeper anyway. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I met him two years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh man, I'm sorry, I always forget doing this. My name is Anne Marie Vermo. I live my life near the  Villa Colloseum in Rome. Yes, the wonderful Italy. Then, you'll probably think I'm italian right? That's not as bad as those people who think I'm chinese because of my eyes. I'm actually Filipino. My parents came from Canada and moved to Rome, because this is both their most favorite place in the world. Romantic, ain't it? I can speak Italian and you're probably thinking that it's Italy and all we do, is eat pizza and spaghetti for breakfast, dinner and lunch. Not true. I eat Filipino food all the time. I am 18 years old and I was born here. My birthday was 5 days ago and it was fun, I guess. I go to a school here called St. Francis de Assisi. The weirdest thing ever, I don't know if you have this in your countries but my school is ran by nuns and priests and such as. So, you can just guess how we're supposed to act and how much we pray in a day. It's a pain but I gotta do it. I want to be an architect, since I love how the buildings and monuments in Italy are desgined. It's so fascinating. Now, I sound like a nerd. Well, I'm doing all this for my future. I planned my life already, be an amazing mother, take care of my kids, work hard. Husband? Well, I'll tell you all about my love life soon. Stephanie is my close friend. I love her to death. She's my sister, without the blood relations. I always feel small around her, she's 5'7'' and she plays basketball. And she's planning to leave me for Team Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's me and that's my life.&lt;br /&gt;Not all of it, I still got to tell you a lot, especially when I lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, that's the first part :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;One last thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you see my face, hope it gives you hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And truth be told, I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And truth be told, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:)&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/6607874023982705232-8185728765734271478?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8185728765734271478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/rebound.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/8185728765734271478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/8185728765734271478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/rebound.html' title='Introduction: Rebound'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-6565641934301967303</id><published>2009-04-04T10:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:48:02.626-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aristotle&apos;s Words'/><title type='text'>Freeverse and Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Back when the world was so cruel and life was so cool//&lt;br /&gt;While we waste all the fuel and and act like a fool//&lt;br /&gt;Broken promises and inadequate choices//&lt;br /&gt;While we keep partyin' and talkin' to inanimate objects//&lt;br /&gt;Taking bullets for loudmouths and useless noises//&lt;br /&gt;For supressing our own voices and actin' like toy soldiers//&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' out in file while they shoot us in tens and thousands//&lt;br /&gt;With propaganda and bullshit advertisement about the sand man//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blehh, couldn't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;And, story coming up real sooon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just way too lazy to type it out right now.&lt;br /&gt;For sleeping at 3:30 AM last night..&lt;br /&gt;And realize how that verse was the first thing in my mind..&lt;br /&gt;It dont even make sense to me, but hey, its a verse :D&lt;br /&gt;A way to get away from the past few "emo-posts" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, edit:&lt;br /&gt;So, the crack addict fam came down here once again, though we had a few failures in plan.&lt;br /&gt;It was so weird, since I had to call at least 10 people just to get some shit..&lt;br /&gt;And either, I dint have enough money to get some or.. they din't have some sht for the money that I got&lt;br /&gt;Which was a fail.&lt;br /&gt;And when I did find someone, it was kinda.. scary and untrustworthy, and yeah, its fckin weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we ended up watching Def Jam poetry, and I just.. felt like writing a poem&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the streets of hell, I see an angel&lt;br /&gt;So fly and her wings so tight&lt;br /&gt;Walking down, bringing the light with her&lt;br /&gt;And I almost fell in love with her&lt;br /&gt;Her light intoxicated my darkened heart&lt;br /&gt;Broke the stone that Medusa dearly stared at&lt;br /&gt;And I enjoyed her goddess look, that brought me joy&lt;br /&gt;Not pain or suffering, but hope&lt;br /&gt;And love, that meaning I surely have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;A little dosage of her sight got me addicted&lt;br /&gt;Foreign words that she can speak, I have understood&lt;br /&gt;And all she said was,&lt;br /&gt;"You're still in hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-6565641934301967303?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6565641934301967303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/freeverse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6565641934301967303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6565641934301967303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/freeverse.html' title='Freeverse and Poetry'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-3928323730001464615</id><published>2009-04-03T11:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:48:30.196-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egotistic Productions'/><title type='text'>Marcus The Marshn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This blog post all for my love, Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, The Egotron has realeased his very first single.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, Snucks and Angelo will be collabing with him for a remix.&lt;br /&gt;Real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, you should check the song in his blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;I'll even make it easier for you.&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste this: http://superegotistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/finite.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be posted in the egotistic productions blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;And it WILL have a music video, we promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-3928323730001464615?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3928323730001464615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/marcus-marshn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3928323730001464615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/3928323730001464615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/marcus-marshn.html' title='Marcus The Marshn'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-7495414451589169490</id><published>2009-04-03T00:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:45:17.916-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>It's Over - John Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Real talks one last time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Number One: The post before this and it wasn't all a waste. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Two: Though, I've been distracted, Snucks is finally back with the fun and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Three: Let's go to Japan. Let me dip my Tempura in your Tempura sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one last time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I love you so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self&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/6607874023982705232-7495414451589169490?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7495414451589169490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-over-john-legend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/7495414451589169490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/7495414451589169490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-over-john-legend.html' title='It&apos;s Over - John Legend'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-5427981976007686538</id><published>2009-04-02T23:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:45:30.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>Real talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you can't see that, then man, you blind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing: BURN IN FUCKING HELL ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-5427981976007686538?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5427981976007686538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/real-talks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/5427981976007686538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/5427981976007686538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/real-talks.html' title='Real talks'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-6052212766769643306</id><published>2009-04-02T11:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:46:12.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bartender Recipes'/><title type='text'>All the single ladies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...put your hand up LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy doing me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, doing me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is all well and everything feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for that, you you have to see me at my greatest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2666/107/43/524221417/n524221417_2727699_5966912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 129px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2666/107/43/524221417/n524221417_2727699_5966912.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for that, I'm going to post up a good drink recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Alien Urine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Midori Lemon Liqueur&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Peach Schnapps&lt;br /&gt;1     oz Malibu Coconut Rum&lt;br /&gt;1 part Sweet and Sour&lt;br /&gt;1 part Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Directions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use a tin shaker. Mix Midori, Malibu and Peach Schnapps all together. Shake. Add juices. Shake again. Pour into a Collin's glass. Garnish with either two red cherries or a kiwi wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; This drink is usually poured in a 16 ounce glass but you can pour it on a Collin's glass too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, LYLE BENIGA = Lovegasmic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, once again, check out the Egotistic Productions Blog:&lt;br /&gt;http://egotisticproductions.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Check out Marcus The Marshn's Blog:&lt;br /&gt;http:// superegotistic.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Check out Angelo, our loving photographer's blog&lt;br /&gt;http:// illicitdesire.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;And check out Immanuel's blogspot:&lt;br /&gt;http:// islegaspi20.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I think I'm going to love my life like this.&lt;br /&gt;No pressure, no stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening to: No Woman, No Cry - Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-6052212766769643306?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6052212766769643306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-single-ladies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6052212766769643306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/6052212766769643306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-single-ladies.html' title='All the single ladies...'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-5741304815214558746</id><published>2009-04-02T00:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:46:28.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>Woot !</title><content type='html'>Amazing day ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;Use April's fool day to do shit.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;No school tomorrow, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do I believe her or not?&lt;br /&gt;And even if I do, what will that do for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the better side of the note, I actually talk to her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON the WAY better side of the note, I found whatsyourface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;And what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;Lost my respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-5741304815214558746?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5741304815214558746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/woot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/5741304815214558746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/5741304815214558746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/woot.html' title='Woot !'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-1476887527231991394</id><published>2009-04-01T08:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:46:42.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Caught myself sleeping on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;With who?&lt;br /&gt;With one who share this moment with me.&lt;br /&gt;April 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things were said, and now, I still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;It's all happening again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, you're right.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More to that, check out Immanuel Legaspi's blogspot: islegaspi20.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He writes some REAL SHIT, no lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Promoting that shit right from Snucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Better fucking appreciate that shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, still listening to Green Light by John Legend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And my story is coming up well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here's a sneak preview:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Once, in life, something you deserve will come but will you take the chance to grab it? New people yet the story seem so old to me, as if dejavu, happening again. Is this fate destined? It's your choice to prove it right or wrong. Hear my story out..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, let me say it now that, the story is in a girl's perspective of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The story has real people's names, real situations and such as, but keep in mind, that it is fictional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then again, I'll leave your smart minds to interpret the story to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, I dont know if I should say, keep wasting my time or stop wasting my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll let you figure that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But hey, I'm still way MORE AMAZING than your damn time :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-1476887527231991394?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1476887527231991394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1476887527231991394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/1476887527231991394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/04/one.html' title='One.'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-2626351281370195569</id><published>2009-03-30T02:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:47:04.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>2:30 AM Rant: The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So, whats my next step?&lt;br /&gt;I actually got none.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the start again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cotdamnit, what am I supposed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Im back to confuzzled again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mostly because, Im back into doing this... again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is the exact same shit that I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And here I am, doing it all again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake, when will my fate ever change?&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to be left with this everytime all over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're the best."&lt;br /&gt;Really now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so idiotic. Idiocracy is not the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I somehow blame myself, from the karma that I put myself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tired, exhausted, and less amazing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, about your situation, can I say, Karma?&lt;br /&gt;Just realize what you're putting someone else in.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you'll realize, that you're in the same position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry guys, it's 2:30 AM, I'm on an emo rampage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little something something for you girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTC: Hey, how are you? Doing fine? Well, since you don't read my blogspot anyway, let me take this chance to rant about yeah. I wish you can understand, I miss... And anytime that I want to, I can try.. But I can't anymore. I can't let you put me down anymore, cause I've done that, way too many times already. Amd I'm done, you blaming me for everything.. you telling me that it's all my fault. Well, if it was, then, thank God that I at least made you happy. Cause I was "The Best" right? Well, let me take this time to say I'm sorry, that I gave my best into this, and it wasn't enough. I'm sorry that I fucked it up. I'm sorry that I "changed", and that I tried to make it all work, but it just didn't. I'm sorry that you cried for me, and I'm sorry that I told you, I won't let you go, but I have to. I hope you realize, the things that I've ever told you were all true. Thank you for everything. Thank you for the love, the life and the time you've given me. I was lucky enough to have you. I'm sorry that it had to end this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RL: Its been a while eh? Im sorry with the shit that I put you through. You did call me "your best", and I've grown to treat you as my closest friend. I did bring you bullshit, and Im sorry that I ever cheated on you. I know, I was still a kid, two years ago, when it all happened, but I feel bad. I feel bad for the shit that I've gotten you through. It was a long-distance relationship, but you were so close to me. And I hope, I still am. You still loved me like amazing. Thank you. And I'm sorry that I left you hanging. I thank you for being that person who stayed through, even after the whole break up shizzle. You stayed around and almost became one of the closest ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUGY: First of all, I'd like to take this time, to actually say sorry to you. All I've done was talk shit about you and not even take the time to appreciate everything that did happen to us. You called me, "The Best", and I thank you for that. I'm sorry that in the end, I was the one who gave up on us. I was the one who cut you off, and almost made it seem like, played you. No, I didn't play you. I was confused of what to do with life. You were nice with everything. I'm sorry that in the end, I ended up talking shit about you. I'm sorry that in the end, it was you that got hurt from the words that I've said. I'm sorry that shit had to happen between your boy and me, just cause of the stupidity that I've brought you. No, you weren't a waste, nor a waste of my time. You helped me learn shit in life, and to be honest wiht you, I'd like to thank you. Thank you for the time, the laughter, the life and the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRY: I can't believe the things that you've told me. I think you should be happy. Keep doing what makes you happy. Keep doing everything and anything that you actually want to do, and not what others say. Keep hanging on. I like the way you think. It reminds me of how much cheesy I've become. Stop procrastinating. Its weird that you think i'm "the best". Well, how bout this, I can be YOUR "the best" :) And you can still ask me out anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's the last of my rant, the next few days will be, "Suck it up" days LOL&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-2626351281370195569?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2626351281370195569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2626351281370195569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/2626351281370195569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-now.html' title='2:30 AM Rant: The Best'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607874023982705232.post-416028201472591715</id><published>2009-03-29T20:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:47:25.899-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings.com'/><title type='text'>Season High</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There's a life-lesson in the end, so you should keep reading since I'm spending this time to review the raptors game instead of actually STARTING my lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Raptors won four straight in a row with their game today against the Chicago Bulls.&lt;br /&gt;What I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COULD'VE&lt;/span&gt; gotten into the playoffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could've...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me put it this way.&lt;br /&gt;The Chicago Bulls is36-39, for the idiots out there, it means 36 wins and 39 losses.&lt;br /&gt;They're last at the playoff spot but, doing way better than the Raptors.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the Toronto Raptors is 28-45 and second last in the Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the Raptors kicked Chicago Bulls' ass with a 5 point lead and 18 point lead at the most. What does this mean? That THEY CAN PLAY. Now, why ARE they NOT in the MOTHERFUCKING PLAYOFFS SPOT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason, A LITTLE TOO LATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The addition of Pops Mensah - Bonsou is probably one that the Toronto Raptors has been waiting for. He gives the team a great depth, a pretty good highflyer, good rebounder, has a lot of focus AND determination. Something that the raptors has been missing since Jermaine O'neal got injured and since Sam Mitchell flunked his career. More to that, the addition of Shawn Marion, was a no-brainer for the team. They have been needing some defensive help, and Shawn Marion is here. Even though, most of us already know that after this season, he maybe be leaving the Toronto Raptors, though I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the raptors COULD'VE gotten in the playoffs but why not? They slumped themselves with their losses, and due to this, lost focus and did not do what they're supposed to do, MOVE THE FUCK ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were stuck with the thought of losing so much, that they basically slumped themselves into losing streaks that put themselves down, almost as near as the Washington Wizards, who are last in the Conference, but DO have a good reason, because Gilbert Arenas did not play for the whole season, until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that they DID find the focus to play hard, its way too late. I mean, I do believe that its better late than never but, if they just had moved on with their lives, played their heart out and did all that they can do, then they would've at least gotten into the playoffs. They could've gotten something way better than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I saying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hating on the Raptors, as disappointed and ashamed I am to say this, I am a fan. But, I do hope that this would become a life-lesson for everyone of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;One thing I learn in life, is that it moves on. It'll leave you hopeless and disappointed, it don't care&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;When the opportunity comes up, grab it with everything you have, no matter what. Don't let anything or anyone hold you down. Opportunity knocks only once and after that, its too late. Live life as if, today is your last. Grab the best now, and leave the rest to God, for later. Then, maybe, you'd get a trophy, way better than what you're expecting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazing people deserves the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, this ain't for anyone in particular, please note that. I just thought about it, since I was in this position, about.. how many hours or days ago. This is why I'm moving on with my past relationship. I deserve the best, nothing less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607874023982705232-416028201472591715?l=snucksforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/416028201472591715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/03/season-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/416028201472591715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607874023982705232/posts/default/416028201472591715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snucksforthewin.blogspot.com/2009/03/season-high.html' title='Season High'/><author><name>SnucksForTheWin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOubRaJf7lQ/ScgALUQ0PWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0upDEUhEAa4/s1600-R/n524221417_2704798_4111988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
