<?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-13209785</id><updated>2011-08-09T00:14:29.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to Trina</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suackie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13209785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suackie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>suackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791293929646918299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v19/tr1na/1542471818032m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13209785.post-111837718060627670</id><published>2005-06-09T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T21:19:40.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Necking Law</title><content type='html'>As I said, last night was the one time I'm glad na hindi mo ako binigyan ng good night kiss.  For those not in the know, we were arguing after I picked up sweetie.  Not wanting to leave things hanging, we decided to patch up the argument before calling it a night.  Exacto, nagbati kami, I hugged her and bid her good night, a car screeches next to us.  It's the fuzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently naghahanap sila ng lagay because they must've thought that I had money because we were in an SUV.  Alam ba raw namin na may anti-necking law?  The car daw is not an extension of the house. (On a side note, does that mean that those with RVs... not like there are a lot of those here... can't have sex in them?  There goes my intention of owning a Winebago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hun attempted to pacify them by reassuring them that she lived in the house where we were parked outside of.  Still they were insisting on that anti-necking law.  Grabbed our liscences and pretended to write something on a clipboard.  Perhaps something lang to justify the use of their petty cash or something.  Finally, luv decided to ask them what the definition of necking is.  As the cop groped for words because of his lack of English skill, he muttered out... "uh, nag-se-sex".  Well, we were both fully clothed and I was still wearing my jacket, you putz.  "Atsaka nag to-torrid kissing".  I managed to let out a frustrated complaint.  "Sana man lang nahalikan niya ako."  If you must know, part of the argument was that kissing bit.  Still, they didn't want to believe that we weren't doing anything indecent and/or that Trina lives there so they were about to call us in.  I-challenge na lang daw namin (FYI, this challenge thing sucks.  Involves a bunch of payments to process as well as time, money, and possibly a lawyer and a court hearing.  Mas madali pa maglagay.).  So Trina decides to call the house and saves her ace card for last.  "Lola ko po yung kagawad dito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And super fast, as in she hadn't even spoken to her dad yet, they say, "okey na lang po".  Dito pala kayo nakatira (Duh!  It's on the liscence ijit!).  Sa susunod huwag nyong gagawin (We didn't do anything byitch!).  Later though, we failed to notice that there was a number missing from the 5-0 car.  Obviously just a bunch of bullies looking for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm confused.  The thing I was looking for (kiss), turned out to be lifesaving thing.  I still believe the hello/goodnight kiss is of ultimate importance.  No matter how bad the day is, it's a validating gesture.  That in spite of the troubles or things, the relationship is okay.  The no-kiss should be reserved for "We have a problem and I can't bear to kiss you moment."  Is it really acceptable to include "I hate the world so I can't kiss you, not even a quick smack."  Last I checked, I'm not supposed to be part of the problem and that I'm supposed to be on the side of my honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you don't appreciate me and sometimes you even do things that make my heart melt.  It's an action speaks louder than words thing.  Without saying a thing, that kiss or touch often says a lot and can open the way for a lot of things.  When I put my arm around you, even after an argument, it means that I'm ready to make up.  Otherwise, I wouldn't be near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero if you don't want to kiss me because I forgot to cut my nails, I'll understand.  Just don't take out your bad day on our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, I don't think you're a bad girlfriend.  I think the world of you that I'll pick you up even if I'm sick.  I want to hang around you even if we don't do anything.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13209785-111837718060627670?l=suackie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suackie.blogspot.com/feeds/111837718060627670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13209785&amp;postID=111837718060627670' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13209785/posts/default/111837718060627670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13209785/posts/default/111837718060627670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suackie.blogspot.com/2005/06/anti-necking-law.html' title='Anti-Necking Law'/><author><name>suackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791293929646918299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v19/tr1na/1542471818032m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13209785.post-111727684753386873</id><published>2005-05-10T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T03:40:47.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeeeep</title><content type='html'>Holy cow, it's 4am.  I'm tired but not sleepy but I really should get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write (projects) but instead I'm writing this.  I guess it's so I can wake up (relatively) early.&lt;br /&gt;Just finished episode 19 of the second season of One Tree Hill.  Few more hours until I get to download episode 20.  It's a shame Trina hates this show.&lt;br /&gt;A few more hours until I know the results of the lotto.  Yeah, I really don't need the money but I could use it.  There's a couple of things I wanted to buy and I really do want to get married and move out of the house and start the rest of my life with that person who hates One Tree Hill.  Maybe it's because I said Brooke (the now Mrs. Murray) is hot.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, OTH isn't my favorite show.  I always pegged Third Watch as my favorite but I kinda lost track after the first season.  OTH has made it to my list of great series that includes ER, Friends, Buffy TVS, Firefly, GTO, Tour of Duty, West Wing, and Amazing Race.&lt;br /&gt;I need a lot of money.  40K to buy guns that I won't use.  400K to get married.  4M to fund a film project.  40M to fund my own TV show.&lt;br /&gt;I better get some sleep while it's still 4...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13209785-111727684753386873?l=suackie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suackie.blogspot.com/feeds/111727684753386873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13209785&amp;postID=111727684753386873' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13209785/posts/default/111727684753386873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13209785/posts/default/111727684753386873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suackie.blogspot.com/2005/05/eeeeep.html' title='Eeeeep'/><author><name>suackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791293929646918299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v19/tr1na/1542471818032m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13209785.post-111727677837591443</id><published>2005-04-25T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T03:39:38.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Start Sometime</title><content type='html'>Thank God Friendster decided to have a blog feature because I really don't have time or the brainpower to go site browsing.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, I wish I had more time to do everything.  Time to play NBA Live, time to write my movie/TV project, time to train, time to goof off... you get the drift.  Youth is wasted on the young.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope to be posting news of what I've been doing lately so my friends would at least know what I've been up to.  If I get lucky, I might even have time to write article style time-wasting crap that should be, at the very least, amusing.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to link or greet lots of people but I can't seem to figure out how things work.  So this is it for my first post.  Send me tips (or better yet, money!) if you care.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Suackie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13209785-111727677837591443?l=suackie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suackie.blogspot.com/feeds/111727677837591443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13209785&amp;postID=111727677837591443' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13209785/posts/default/111727677837591443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13209785/posts/default/111727677837591443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suackie.blogspot.com/2005/04/gotta-start-sometime.html' title='Gotta Start Sometime'/><author><name>suackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05791293929646918299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v19/tr1na/1542471818032m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
