<?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-5613636599835472865</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:03:08.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nathanskie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613636599835472865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05314789239429182661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqxsbB51EFk/SiyLq4HsCHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2f02r-vRUHs/S220/1_962050394l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613636599835472865.post-8119387072828430390</id><published>2009-07-06T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:53:36.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goriong Beritaklan..atpb!</title><content type='html'>Sa isang birthday party, nakangiting lumapit sa akin si Alejandro Medina, pamangkin ko na 4 year old palang eh matanda pa sa kanya pangalan nya. Pawisan, may mga mantsa ng spaghetti  ang mukha at nagsabi, “Tawag mo sa akin Gorz  tawag nila sa akin dito Tsokolate” “Ganun? Eh anu gusto mo tawag ko na sayo?” Tsokolate nalang ang sabi nya habang medyo nilalangaw ang may kanin nyang buhok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsokolate..tsokolate…ngumingiti pag tinatawag ko cya ng ganun. Marahil d nya nagustuhan ang binansag ko sa kanyang pangalan na Gorio hango sa Goriong Beritaklan na pangalan ko  nung panahon na masarap pang uminum ng gatas ng kambing, maglaro ng tansan at goma kahit d na kumain at manuod ng sesame street ..medyo tumatawa kahit d naiintindihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusgusin ako nun at dahil yata hawig ang pagmumukha ko sa  Goriong Beritaklan na nagpapatawa sa mga perya  eh ginawa nila akong parang cya na rin. Gorio…gorio..sabay lilingon naman…at may pagaangkin sa narinig na salita.. Lumipas ang panahon, nangangamba na ang aking magulang  dahil d pa rin remarkable ang height growth ko at ang d mapigilang paglaki ng aking tenga . Kung titingin ka sa malayo eh tanging tengang nakatyo ang makikita mo dahil kalbo lagi gupit ko nun. Yun ay upang maisakatuparan ang futuristic na idea ng tatay ko, having the equation na sa paglaki ko eh hahaba ng sobra ang buhok ko , mamumuti mga mata ng tao at magsasabing “may tenga ka pa ba?”. Dakila ka  talaga AMa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit..rabbit..ito naman ang bukambibig ng mga paquito diaz nung panahon ko. Na pag gipit na eh babarilin ng puna ang aking tenga na cyang magpapaiyak sa akin at maghahamun ng suntukan kahit d nakakatama. Mukha daw akong rabbit pro naisip ko d naman kc d naman pula ilong ko, wala naman akong bigoteng puti at d ko paborito carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa high school gnawa nila akong Batan kc medyo may kakulitan daw. Nung nasa “House ni BRO” ginawa naman Bhuy..to say na  mukhang totoy sa height pero may edad na. Nung dumating ako ng Cebu ginawa kong Nathan para medyo may pagkagwapo naman at cool pro others find it too beautiful at naiinsecure sila..haha..sounds porendyer kc once I say it in Australian accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marahil pag 80 years old na ako may 50 na akong binyag na pangalan. Kung anu pa mga un d ko pa alam maaring Onat, Bonat, Borat, wag lang An-an dahil malayo na un. Mga binyag na pangalan ayun sa pagkakakilala sa natatanging katauhan ng bawat isa. Mga pangalan na bunga ng inis, saya, pagmamahal, pagkamangha, pagkayabang o kahit anu pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro sa kadami dami ng ating mga palayaw o pangalan, iisa lang mananaig at iyon ang pangalang nais mong masabi sa Diyos pag tinawag kana nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako po ay si….???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613636599835472865-8119387072828430390?l=nathanskie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/feeds/8119387072828430390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/2009/07/goriong-beritaklanatpb_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613636599835472865/posts/default/8119387072828430390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613636599835472865/posts/default/8119387072828430390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/2009/07/goriong-beritaklanatpb_06.html' title='Goriong Beritaklan..atpb!'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05314789239429182661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqxsbB51EFk/SiyLq4HsCHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2f02r-vRUHs/S220/1_962050394l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613636599835472865.post-7100800432606839222</id><published>2009-06-30T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:01:54.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kukwokkukuk</title><content type='html'>Kukwokkukuk (.mamaos maos na pagkasabi..sa boses robot..d ng manok ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kukwokkukuk.. Tama boses ko yan matapos kong mapanood ang Transformers: The Revenge of the Fallen. Paulit-ulit kong sinasabi parang may nainom na pawis ni Optimus Prime.. bida ng pelikula na pangalawang beses na binuhay ni Micheal Bay  na sabi ng ate ko eh intsik pero hindi naman pala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming spekulasyon akong narinig bago ako nanuod. Ang sabi eh sobrang ganda daw ng pelikula na ayaw munang umuwi pagkatapos at sa sobrang ganda eh parang gusto munang maging robot samahan si Optimus  at piliting makapagsalita si Bumble bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitbit ang buong pamilya dalidali kaming nagpunta sa mall d alintana ang kainitan sa labas at ang banta ni Secretary Duke ng AH1N1. Bumili ng popcorn…ice tea..tempura..at pila na para sa 6:10 na screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakapasok na rin sa wakas.tumakbo pa nga kami sa takot na d makaupo kahit panglima kami sa pila. Sa pag-upo medyo may ilaw, at sa saliw ng Before I let you go ng Westlife sa background binuksan ang popcorn..kumain..humigop sa ice tea..seatbelt ready na rin.&lt;br /&gt;Kokwukukkuk… ayan na..start na..narinig si Optimus Prime kinukwento ang pagmumulan ng buong kwento pero d kuna ikukwento ang nakwento nya sa amin at kayo na ang magtuklas para may konting effort naman..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natapos namin ang pelikula. Gusto ko pang bumalik pro one-time screening lang . Sa aming paglabas masasabi kong tama ung mga narinig ko bago ako nanuod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marahil masaya si Spielberg kasi marami ang natuwa..nawindang, natulala sa kanyang obra maestra..Na sa ginastos nyang pera maraming tao ang d nakaihi ng tatlong oras, nkaubos agad ng isang bucket ng popcorn sa loob ng 6 minutes, namagang panga sa mga makabasag pangang eksena ,lumuwang na mga bolang mata at mga nag-away na magulang sa kung sino ang sasama sa kanilang anak sa CR. habang nasa kalagitnaan ng ingkwentro ni Optimus Prime at Megatron sa isang gubat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lto ang mga eksenang kakalabit sayo matapos ang pelikula. Balik realidad..balik sa nakakaramdang katawan. Maya maya’y maririnig mo na ang kalam ng tsan.mapapansin ang mga pulang mata..ang nalamigang katawan at orange-ish na mukha dala ng nakaing popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napailing ako at naisip na sulit ang 90 pesos na libre ni ate. Natapos ang panonood ng may kanya kanyang ngiti at eksena ang lahat. May gumaya sa isa sa linya ni optimus…gayang gaya..prang optimus na may sipon, sumagot naman ang isa kong ate ng isang maximum volume na transformer ringtone na 2007 edition pa, habang nagkwento naman ang isa..detalyado..may mga animo’y pagbabaluktot ng katawan ..pagtatago ng ugat-ugat sa braso …umooo naman ang lahat.kinalimutan panandalian na magkakasamang kaming lahat nanuod ng araw na iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming mga bagay ang masarap kalimutan sa tamang pagkalimot at pagpapakahulugan sa mga bagay na bibigyang tuon. Sa araw na iyon nakalimutan namin ang aming kanya-kanyang problema at pagkakaiba. Magaan ang aming pakiramdam at bakas ang kasiyahan sa simpleng paraan. Walang kwenta ang transformer kung ihahambing ito sa mga taong nakasama ko sa pagkakataong iyon. Mga taong nagbigay kahulugan sa akin at sa buhay na binibigyang kahulugan ko ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa mga autobots at decepticons na rin, kay Maegan Fox sa kanyang poised na takbo kahit sumasabog na ang paligid at xempre kay Shia LaBeouf na kahit mahirap sabihin ang pangalan eh nagpakitang gilas nman sa simula at katapusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga d pa nakapanuod..nuod na..Sa mga nakapanuod na nuod pa hanggang magsawa ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag nyo lang kalimutan sa panonoood&lt;br /&gt;ang ticket..&lt;br /&gt;ang popcorn at ice tea&lt;br /&gt;at xempre ang mahal mo, mahal mo sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiyak mag- Kokwukukkuk ka rin pagkatapos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613636599835472865-7100800432606839222?l=nathanskie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/feeds/7100800432606839222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/2009/06/kukwokkukuk_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613636599835472865/posts/default/7100800432606839222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613636599835472865/posts/default/7100800432606839222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/2009/06/kukwokkukuk_30.html' title='Kukwokkukuk'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05314789239429182661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqxsbB51EFk/SiyLq4HsCHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2f02r-vRUHs/S220/1_962050394l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613636599835472865.post-2651808079038228864</id><published>2009-06-26T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:44:00.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bite</title><content type='html'>Stiffed face turned sunny&lt;br /&gt;From an angel’s bite made funny&lt;br /&gt;Tickling the bones of a melancholic heart&lt;br /&gt;Etched the face with a promising love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever, whenever you bite me&lt;br /&gt;Bringing me to a best shape&lt;br /&gt;A glance to your eyes, even more liberates&lt;br /&gt;Clenched longingness from deprived moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed bite a day is a lifeless pursuit&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain present further gloomed&lt;br /&gt;Pain of life made perfect&lt;br /&gt;With your bite every minute keeps my faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish your lips would not depart me&lt;br /&gt;So my passing body finds haven for eternity&lt;br /&gt;With the minute bite you keep me warm&lt;br /&gt;I say to my self that is the longest time I felt I am alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613636599835472865-2651808079038228864?l=nathanskie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/feeds/2651808079038228864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/2009/06/bite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613636599835472865/posts/default/2651808079038228864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613636599835472865/posts/default/2651808079038228864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/2009/06/bite.html' title='A Bite'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05314789239429182661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqxsbB51EFk/SiyLq4HsCHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2f02r-vRUHs/S220/1_962050394l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613636599835472865.post-4472118754946409783</id><published>2009-06-07T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:36:00.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>I saw you again in your deep solitude&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of sworn FOREVER now BLUE&lt;br /&gt;I caught myself crying inside&lt;br /&gt;Would like to know when you will home a SMILE from my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced to focus somewhere&lt;br /&gt;But your eyes lingers like a shadow of present yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I wrinkled my nose to place a wacky picture&lt;br /&gt;Yet you made an empty smile to coat the agony so pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced to free a consoling face&lt;br /&gt;Galvanized with a fighting spirit to redeem&lt;br /&gt;From your pit of sorrow and regret&lt;br /&gt;To my loving presence may seek to find difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can easily meet those ENDS&lt;br /&gt;YOU, your YESTERDAY and TODAY&lt;br /&gt;Though the distance is distant to our defined time&lt;br /&gt;I promised to be your bridge crossing the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for a while as if I am ALONE&lt;br /&gt;But back to you, you smiled again with your HOPEFUL eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask why but your silence boldly spells “I don’t know!”&lt;br /&gt;I just closed my eyes and to your embrace I felt my HOME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613636599835472865-4472118754946409783?l=nathanskie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/feeds/4472118754946409783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/2009/06/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613636599835472865/posts/default/4472118754946409783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5613636599835472865/posts/default/4472118754946409783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/2009/06/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05314789239429182661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqxsbB51EFk/SiyLq4HsCHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2f02r-vRUHs/S220/1_962050394l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613636599835472865.post-1080371447093956308</id><published>2009-06-07T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:31:46.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With You</title><content type='html'>Thought of you surfaced from a sleepy mind&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes looking in deep doubt&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and hell tossed in a deep sigh&lt;br /&gt;By my side forever will be your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled&lt;br /&gt;Kissed your newborn eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tickled, nerves jumped-high&lt;br /&gt;Warmth of reality brushed&lt;br /&gt;Mist of uncertainty plight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future might be a blur&lt;br /&gt;Yet with certainty I could sight&lt;br /&gt;Whatever has been and would be&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow with you will be my immortal glee&lt;div 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You'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05314789239429182661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqxsbB51EFk/SiyLq4HsCHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2f02r-vRUHs/S220/1_962050394l%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613636599835472865.post-2527026283073396747</id><published>2009-06-07T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:22:06.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bituin</title><content type='html'>Pumapatak ang mga luha ng langit&lt;br /&gt;Dumadampi sa kalsadang kaninay hinurnong kawali&lt;br /&gt;Hinahanap ko ang iyong pagdating sa mga tumatampisaw na gunita&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit nabubulag sa talim ng mga ligaw na liwanag&lt;br /&gt;Malamig, kalamna'y namamahay&lt;br /&gt;Nais magapos sa mga anghel mong kamay&lt;br /&gt;Dumadagundong ang ingay ng nakabibinging kalungkutan&lt;br /&gt;Mga pumanaw na oras, tumagos ng walang malay&lt;br /&gt;Nasilayan ka sa kalayuan&lt;br /&gt;Bitbit ang pananabik ng matamis na pagkilanlan&lt;br /&gt;Nabuhay ang dugong nakahimlay&lt;br /&gt;Nadama ang sariling minsa’y nawalay&lt;br /&gt;Muling narinig ang musika ng niluhaang kalsada&lt;br /&gt;Magkayakap sa silong ng mga madilim na ulap&lt;br /&gt;Tumingala ako ngunit kapos sa bituing mahagilap&lt;br /&gt;Bumaling sayo, nakita basang bitiun na nagliliyab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5613636599835472865-2527026283073396747?l=nathanskie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/feeds/2527026283073396747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nathanskie.blogspot.com/2009/06/bituin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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