<?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-7061513730549026930</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:18:08.728-08:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='♥love♥™'/><category term='discussion'/><category term='summer'/><category term='return'/><category term='♥love♥'/><category term='problems'/><category term='works'/><category term='Enchong Dee'/><category term='Mellow FM'/><category term='•unforgettable experience•'/><category term='electro-pop'/><category term='Pumped Up Kicks'/><category term='hiatus'/><category term='dream'/><category term='reconnection'/><category term='p.s.'/><category term='Foster the People'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Childhood friends'/><title type='text'>concealedside.com</title><subtitle type='html'>This is where I blog about what's happening to me, what I'm feeling, and anything more about me..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-1176877486453638081</id><published>2011-09-07T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T12:05:04.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mellow FM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster the People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electro-pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumped Up Kicks'/><title type='text'>Pumped Up Kicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rX-V9IfxVHE/TmfAHlYnEkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/liS4-RnHjeM/s1600/FosterthePeople.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jA0nvGIOKUQ/Tme_6Ocy85I/AAAAAAAAAHo/8MG3Sid-SRU/s1600/FosterthePeople.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SDTZ7iX4vTQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;Robert's got a quick hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;      He'll look around the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;He won't tell you his plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;He's a cowboy kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;In his dad's closet hidden in a box of fun things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And I don't even know what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;All the other kids with the pumped up kicks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;All the other kids with the pumped up kicks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Daddy works a long day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;He be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And he's bringing me a surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Because dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I've waited for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I reason with my cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And say your hair's on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You must have lost your wits, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;All the other kids with the pumped up kicks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;All the other kids with the pumped up kicks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;All the other kids with the pumped up kicks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;All the other kids with the pumped up kicks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love the beat and the sound of this song, so like vintage or oldies. Plus the music video! Some scenes are lomo-ish which added character to the song. I just like the cliff diving and surfing, the live set and the humming part. And yes definitely, I love Foster the People (they're cute). When I first heard the song, which was in Mellow FM 94.7, I thought it was The Beatles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's really good to hear this genre (electro-pop), it serves just a right break from hearing Lady Gaga and loud songs of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In contrast to the lively and shoe-tapping beat is the dark lyrics of the song. There's this Robert kid who's thinking about going on a killing spree to those other kids with pumped up kicks. Kids with the pumped up kicks refers to those who are well-off and had that nicest and newest tings (specifically the kicks). His dad don't have time for him and he has ostracized himself from his friends. So you see he is like an outcast and loner here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This often happens to some youths of today. Like, their outside is great and fine, while the inside is about to explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I believe in few months time, I'm going to be like Robert. I'm going crazy. I just wish I won't resort to a killing spree. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); white-space: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rX-V9IfxVHE/TmfAHlYnEkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/liS4-RnHjeM/s400/FosterthePeople.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649695494086529602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); white-space: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061513730549026930-1176877486453638081?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/1176877486453638081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2011/09/pumped-up-kicks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/1176877486453638081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/1176877486453638081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2011/09/pumped-up-kicks.html' title='Pumped Up Kicks'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SDTZ7iX4vTQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-2893497918732629845</id><published>2011-01-11T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:21:20.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reconnection'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;text-justify: inter-ideograph;line-height:115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How time flies! Who'd have thought it has been eight years? Eight years after graduating elementary. Calculating the time that have passed, we must be starting to fulfill our dreams right now. I mean, we are supposed to graduate by this year. But there are many stories to tell; all about obstructions that hindered our pathways. But whatever happened - even if we have manage to study or not, have marry early or start to have our own family, if we are on the right path or not - we cannot deny the fact that we were once children eight years ago. Naive. Full of hopes and dreams. Didn't even know the t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; line-height: 17px; font-size: 15px; "&gt;ruth about life; that it is not always sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;text-justify: inter-ideograph;line-height:115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I used to think that life is all about going to school to meet my playmates, playing with them until I got weary and dirty, and going home telling stories about how happy or pissing my day is. And that was life for a child who's starting to explore the world, who's just starting to learn many things, who's just starting to gain understanding about real living. We were once that child and forever we'll be. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;text-justify: inter-ideograph;line-height:115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of the best things in life is reconnecting with chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; line-height: 17px; font-size: 15px; "&gt;ldhood friends. Very nostalgic. You're feeling young again. Reminiscing funny moments together; the girl who peed in her skirt while practicing for field day, the boy who fell flat on his face while running, the noisy list to the nth power (X2, X10 or X100) which you are required to pay 1peso for each strike, the class clown who acted like an autistic child saying &lt;i&gt;"Magsumbong ka sa baranggay!"&lt;/i&gt;, the &lt;i&gt;burog-talangka &lt;/i&gt;going home crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;text-justify: inter-ideograph;line-height:115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just wanna thank my &lt;b&gt;long lost childhood friend&lt;/b&gt;s for making me feel young again. I can't wait to go back there again. I want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; line-height: 17px; font-size: 15px; "&gt;make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; line-height: 17px; font-size: 15px; "&gt; with the years that has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; line-height: 17px; font-size: 15px; "&gt;slipped away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;text-justify: inter-ideograph;line-height:115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; line-height: 17px; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; line-height: 17px; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After writing this, I'm going back to the real world. Until next time my friends, we'll play &lt;i&gt;patintero and kapukan &lt;/i&gt;again until we just sat down because of weariness. There are times we got &lt;i&gt;dage&lt;/i&gt;, all we need is to ask for a &lt;i&gt;time pers&lt;/i&gt;. I know time will come that we will not be &lt;i&gt;burog-talangka &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; line-height: 17px; font-size: 15px; "&gt;in this game of life, we will succeed. Until then, we won’t need to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/TS1H2iCcFxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LvhQgB1ejY8/s320/Image0115.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561180117047973650" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;text-justify: inter-ideograph;line-height:115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7061513730549026930-2893497918732629845?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/2893497918732629845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2011/01/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/2893497918732629845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/2893497918732629845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2011/01/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/TS1H2iCcFxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LvhQgB1ejY8/s72-c/Image0115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-5460690179556466820</id><published>2010-09-28T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T10:41:11.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>THE RETURN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/TKIjd3PR2TI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eNRkLfpVmKU/s1600/ggggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 68px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/TKIjd3PR2TI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eNRkLfpVmKU/s200/ggggg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522015089060862258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been wanting to blog many things lately, but I just don't have the time. But well, I'm back for good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fter seven months of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wandering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There were a lot of entries in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Hopefully, I can put all those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; nagging thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in here in the coming days. And I will start w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ith this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/TKIoedh-2BI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yMGcEQKUCQM/s320/gelinn.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 76px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522020596897994770" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things are getting more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;serious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;than I give them credit for. Time flies while I’m still trapped in the middle of ‘a nowhere’ in my life. I don’t have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;flying Chucks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to help me speed up. God.  One or more weeks to go, I will be graduating college; then just a few more days, I will be taking the board exams. Is life really fast-phased or it is just me who can’t cope up? The future that I used to dream when I was a kid is coming soon. The drawings of my plans will be put to life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or will it just remain silently on the paper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Future, as how I define it now, is the result of working for your dreams, aspirations and goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yung nakikita mong kahihinatnan mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; When asked if what do we see in our futures, we answer everything better of course. We want to be wealthy, live with a happy family, with business and everything we dreamt to be. And that very moment is fast approaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can we guarantee that we will really have a good future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The future I’ve been dreaming before is now the future I'm dreading to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What if I don’t succeed? What if I don’t achieve the realization of my dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deadlines, problems to be solved, exams, removals, graduation, board exams, first job... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin; color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They’re flooding my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I must first condition myself before I get insane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061513730549026930-5460690179556466820?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/5460690179556466820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2010/09/return.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/5460690179556466820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/5460690179556466820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2010/09/return.html' title='THE RETURN'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/TKIjd3PR2TI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eNRkLfpVmKU/s72-c/ggggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-7850424996689093139</id><published>2010-02-18T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:32:25.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0038-onigiri_rice_balls/onigiri_walk.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;The return. Soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0004-pinkusagi/kaos-pinkusagi41.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061513730549026930-7850424996689093139?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/7850424996689093139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/7850424996689093139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/7850424996689093139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-3021703133632688755</id><published>2010-02-18T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:17:26.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>One more time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"A dream is what keeps a man's will burning. It is his innermost aspirations that make him look forward in waking up the next day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/042_the_primitives_msn_emoticons/bongo_022.gif" /&gt; Hello! I really miss blogging! I hope I am able to continue this momentum or else... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0007-mint/kaos-mint49.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the past few months, I learned many things. I've experienced my fair share of  &lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0018-chikas_kaoani/chikas_pink13.gif" /&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0018-chikas_kaoani/chikas_pink01.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, mistakes and lessons. &lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0018-chikas_kaoani/chikas_pink60.gif" /&gt;Things are happening dizzyingly fast. A day or two more, without noticing, we are a moment near the realization of our dreams. &lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0004-pinkusagi/kaos-pinkusagi48.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Above is one of the quotes that really had an impact to me. I use to remember the time when me and my Inang (Lola) went to Talipapa (market). Amazing where I have first read that quote... in a tinapa wrapper, in an unexpected place and time. Indeed, dreams are what keeps a man's will burning, for it really motivates a person to do better, to strive harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0004-pinkusagi/kaos-pinkusagi43.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It gives someone a reason to wake up one more day, to still go on with life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Keep your dream alive. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0043-msn_animated_crabs/02-msn_animated_crab.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love these animated gifs. They're so cute! Cheers to anikaos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7061513730549026930-3021703133632688755?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/3021703133632688755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-more-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/3021703133632688755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/3021703133632688755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-more-time.html' title='One more time.'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-11915734330034343</id><published>2009-06-24T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:00:08.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='return'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh my. I' m back after &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;jurassic&lt;/span&gt; years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been very busy last vacation and what more this schooldays. I am a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;working student&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that makes sense? Oh yeah for me it changed a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. I wanna share a lot of things, but I need to sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh-bye for now.&lt;/span&gt; Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/SkJbVHGmNtI/AAAAAAAAADA/7EVwZ2rT8b0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/SkJbVHGmNtI/AAAAAAAAADA/7EVwZ2rT8b0/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350939725511669458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061513730549026930-11915734330034343?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/11915734330034343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/11915734330034343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/11915734330034343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/SkJbVHGmNtI/AAAAAAAAADA/7EVwZ2rT8b0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-267894081464413267</id><published>2009-04-10T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:52:18.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><title type='text'>missing blogging so muuuuuucccchhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;guys, i'm so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not able to tell everyone that I will be on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hiatus.&lt;/span&gt; :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so busy, but if I had another time, I'll update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here guys, love you all and Godbless.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your summer. Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;just g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061513730549026930-267894081464413267?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/267894081464413267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-blogging-so-muuuuuucccchhh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/267894081464413267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/267894081464413267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-blogging-so-muuuuuucccchhh.html' title='missing blogging so muuuuuucccchhh...'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-5626106224776712443</id><published>2009-03-24T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:31:02.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>i can feel it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, really. IT's summer time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span unselectable="" contenteditable="false"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px;" align="center"&gt; &lt;div style="width: 100px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px;" align="center"&gt; &lt;div style="width: 100px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span unselectable="" contenteditable="false"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cus/e_2_2.gif" id="img_1066926" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="width: 100px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span unselectable="" contenteditable="false"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the hot breeze over my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!&lt;br /&gt;However, I do not have plans yet. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_33_7.gif" alt="Question Mark" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm still thinking of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creative&lt;/span&gt; things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing, I would love to swim in a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; beach&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/28/28_1_14.gif" alt="Hammock" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     Exciting, huh. But, I do not want to get a free&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tan&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think I need that anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Share me what your plans are. You can comment me. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061513730549026930-5626106224776712443?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/5626106224776712443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-feel-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/5626106224776712443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/5626106224776712443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-feel-it.html' title='i can feel it...'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-6447744208140135527</id><published>2009-03-21T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:14:51.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>feels good to be here/random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's with the title? Hmm. I just feel good about this blogging thing. It's cool, you meet new and interesting people, make friends with them, share your stories and whatevers with them.I can express myself here, share what I'm feeling, then get advice and help from people I just knew. I also enjoy reading other posts and what's good is that I'm enjoying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of enjoyment, I also enjoy doing estimates for houses in our Construction Works subject. But, I think it's over that until now we're still doing that because supposedly it's summer vacation. Hmm. I wish I could finish it early so that I can relax. Hmm. ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV Patrol World&lt;/span&gt; last night, I was so - (feeling unexplainable) about the condom testing thing! I'm against it! For me, they don't need to do that. A certain company is searching for qualified applicants in those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;500  people&lt;/span&gt; that piled for that thing. And there's a prize for the best condom tester, that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Php 50, 000&lt;/span&gt;. I think they don't need to publicize those things and show money prizes for people. Because they are not preventing and lessening  the sex thing to happen, they are just urging and encouraging people to do that. Even they say it would be safe, statistics say that is not really safe. There were some &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;unexpected cases&lt;/span&gt; that happen. I also think that is not a good and healthy for youths. As we know, youths were &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mapupusok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; would be encourage  to do those thing instead of avoiding pre-marital sex, because they would think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's safe nga&lt;/span&gt;. My point is, kung gusto nga nilang magkaroon ng testing thingy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh di do it privately and what's the use of the best tester?&lt;/span&gt; How was that? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catholic Church &lt;/span&gt;nga din &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; sa mga ganun diba? Hai. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang world talaga ngayon, masyado nang exposed sa kung anu-ano. This is just my opinion, if you think it's being old-fashioned then that's ok.&lt;/span&gt; Let me here you, it's a moot point naman, open to discussion. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited! Tomorrow, we are going to have a family date! Wooh. I'm just excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;hugs and kisses..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;just g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061513730549026930-6447744208140135527?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/6447744208140135527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/feels-good-to-be-hererandom-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/6447744208140135527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/6447744208140135527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/feels-good-to-be-hererandom-thoughts.html' title='feels good to be here/random thoughts...'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-7749024485238484867</id><published>2009-03-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:11:59.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Peter"</title><content type='html'>As me and my friend were working on our Construction Works activity, one of our friends send this video. You know, I stopped working and look. After a few minutes I was crying. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NS2cznm7aKc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/NS2cznm7aKc&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;&lt;br /&gt;Even we denied Him numerous times, we commit mistakes and we turn away from Him, He was still there no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are blessed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061513730549026930-7749024485238484867?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/7749024485238484867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/peter.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/7749024485238484867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/7749024485238484867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/peter.html' title='&quot;Peter&quot;'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-5811207340527037463</id><published>2009-03-18T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:44:43.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p.s.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>geleen speaks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Woah... I missed to blog. :( BTW, I'm back. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These past few days I was really busy. How I wish to get rid of this eyebags. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Napakaproblemado kong tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I problem even the smallest things. That's why I'm always in a mess. Or it is just a jinx destined to be with me forever. Nah. You know, I didn't sleep for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; one whole night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (as in) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just to finish our group's video presentation for Rizal. Then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. It just don't like to save. That happened at about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; in the morning and I badly need it at 7:30. I was crying to myself despite the fact that I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;puyat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Yes, I was saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Lord, Lord, why did you do this to me? I did my best."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I keep repeating that to myself. Then I just realize, that just don't make sense so I stopped. :) I was also thinking about my finals in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Integral Calculus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that day and I haven't review anything at all. Wooh. I wanted to scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I decided to wait for that thing until it save itself, I would not go if I haven't have it. Hours pass, and then at 9:00. My classmate texted me that our Prof hasn't arrived yet. I saw a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;spark of hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Wooh. But that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; project, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;antagal niya masave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. I just decided to go to school and continue it another time kasi di naman dumating si Sir eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So there, I just arrived- - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wasted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What would you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; expect a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleep-deprived girl&lt;/span&gt; without even successfully finishing her work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lakas ng loob kong pumasok eh wala pa naman akong nireview kahit na ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"What will happen, will happen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Then, that's it. I just slept waiting for our Prof to come instead of reviewing. I just can't help myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;boom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; My exam was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cbong%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;disaster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wooh. That's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wala na kong magagawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then a week passed. You know, I didn't notice our video presentation. And when i'm about to work, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nagreformat pala ang Tito ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Tsk tsk tsk. Huhu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Restart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm starting to think negative about my Calculus and I'm thinking in advance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;what if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I need to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;retake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; that in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Wooh. I don't think I can bear if I had summer classes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know, small challenges but I really wanna give up. I easily quit. I easily forget all my effort, that gets dumped and I'll just start to think of the problem. I do not easily move on. I realized, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ang hirap sa akin kapag nagka problema, magmumukmok na lang ako and hindi na ako gagawa ng solusyon. Magpapagupo nalang ako sa problema. Napaka pessimistic ko pa naman. Parang ayaw ko na once na nagkaproblema. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, I wanna change that attitude. I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; positive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;about negative things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; improves as time passes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But everything's alright now. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another thing, I hate being so emotional for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. I'm afraid I'm transforming into an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, weee. There would be times that I would think, I couldn't get happy because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. I would cry and cry until my eyes can't cry anymore. :(( So sad, I'm not still over it. You know, I don't have the rights to feel and act like this. Because it was just an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALMOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; but . . .  I can't help myself. Hmm. Enough. I think I should blog about that that some other time. Promise.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BTW, Thanks for my friends who always cheers me up. :)) Love you guys. Mwah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/ScEjBguz1-I/AAAAAAAAACY/m_Phbue-Y2A/s1600-h/1_368631437s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/ScEjBguz1-I/AAAAAAAAACY/m_Phbue-Y2A/s400/1_368631437s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314567544147007458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nagbibili&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;there means:&lt;br /&gt;a. nagbebenta or&lt;br /&gt;b. bumibili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me, I think that was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nagbebenta&lt;/span&gt;. But for others, its &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bumibili&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You? What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;just g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061513730549026930-5811207340527037463?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/5811207340527037463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/geleen-speaks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/5811207340527037463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/5811207340527037463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/geleen-speaks.html' title='geleen speaks...'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/ScEjBguz1-I/AAAAAAAAACY/m_Phbue-Y2A/s72-c/1_368631437s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-8363809437315852000</id><published>2009-03-13T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:09:31.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unlucky or not?</title><content type='html'>Today's Friday the 13th. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Looking back to everything that happened today, i think I'm still lucky (or not?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, I was running moments before 1pm for I was scared to be late in my examination at Mcdonald's, Sta. Lucia. I was really laughing at myself. I'm the type of person that don't easily remember places. Yes, that's why I run ,run, run. I remember Bella running at Volterra for Edward's life. Hmm. Kinda romantic, huh. How I wish I was running for the same fate, too. Woah.   I can still remember Bella's line, "I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one that you have to run until your lungs burst. . . " (Though that were not the exact words.) Then, I was inspired. And thank God, I have reached my point of destination at 12:58. Of course, I gave myself a time to breathe before I entered Mcdo. And that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste time. I want to have a job. I need it so much that I've been running just to reach for it. Wooh, drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, please be kind to me. My&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; hope&lt;/span&gt; stacks were running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥just g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061513730549026930-8363809437315852000?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/8363809437315852000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/unlucky-or-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/8363809437315852000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/8363809437315852000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/unlucky-or-not.html' title='unlucky or not?'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-8138057637748616040</id><published>2009-03-07T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:10:50.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥love♥™'/><title type='text'>U-turn</title><content type='html'>Sometimes there are some things that we do not want to recall, to remember, to see, to hear, to touch, to feel. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do we keep coming back, for a little grand feeling and for more pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first place, why would we choose to forget those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;craps&lt;/span&gt; if that wouldn't hurt us or make us feel preoccupied? That's it. Why make a U-turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, I have an answer. That's because of that tiny spark of hope left wandering in your heart that someday things will be on the right place. Is that reason enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what should you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept the reality. Giggle when you blush. Smile when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; looks at you. Cry when you need. Love until you bleed. Develop masochism. And let the feeling fade away.  Is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. Emo mode this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥just g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061513730549026930-8138057637748616040?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/8138057637748616040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/u-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/8138057637748616040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/8138057637748616040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/u-turn.html' title='U-turn'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-6380730061173183312</id><published>2009-03-04T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:11:17.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='•unforgettable experience•'/><title type='text'>•♥tranvia exp♥•</title><content type='html'>What a very tiring day! We had our final video shoot for our group project in Rizal. And by the Lord's mercy, we're done, now our problem is editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the only girl in the group, I think it would be boring. But I'm wrong. It's like I've experienced being a boy for a day. :)) And it's fun to be with them, though they were all late. Hmp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget Wakpi for his promising acting as KC (Concepcion). And imagine, we rode in what they call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'tranvia'&lt;/span&gt; which circles Rizal Park. :)) I love the experience, blogsters. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/Sa6X5zk54gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zaucVNN_pbI/s1600-h/3084465604_f6c816f0ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/Sa6X5zk54gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zaucVNN_pbI/s400/3084465604_f6c816f0ae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309348030069727746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Intramuros Tranvia)&lt;br /&gt;But that's not exactly the one that we rode. :))&lt;br /&gt;-next time I will put our picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, the long walk, the sun bathing experience, and an hour or two of waiting for them to come, was worth it. ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just excited for our presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Partner and Wakpi for their special participation. :) Next time, we'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;powerhug&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now, Ka-blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Zzzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥just g.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061513730549026930-6380730061173183312?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/6380730061173183312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/tranvia-exp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/6380730061173183312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/6380730061173183312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/tranvia-exp.html' title='•♥tranvia exp♥•'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/Sa6X5zk54gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zaucVNN_pbI/s72-c/3084465604_f6c816f0ae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-5244409091775457209</id><published>2009-03-02T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:11:37.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchong Dee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works'/><title type='text'>what a hectic week!</title><content type='html'>Today, I just got stressed out after knowing all of the things that I have to finish in just a span of one week! OMG! I've been feeling so sorry for my eyes in advance because I know that that they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; going to be overused in the coming days! But I think this is much more reasonable, the fact that vacation will start at March 14, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woooh&lt;/span&gt;! I can imagine, I would be able to wake up with no worries for Calculus etc. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ows? Wala nga ba? Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;), I would be able to complete my 8-hour-sleep ritual (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huwow&lt;/span&gt;.), and I would be able to wake up without bothering that I'm late. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the nerve-cracking things that I need to do. I need to finish our group presentation in Rizal including the written report and the minimum of 5 pages reaction about the political evo of Rizal as our final project. Plus to that, our finals in Eco tomorrow and quiz in Stat. Plus, the labor cost and manpower chuchu and construction diagram in Construction Works. Plus our Prof wants us to conduct a site visit again. My God, my whole week is occupied. Plus, finals in Integ on Monday! ( Even typing that is a little bit stressful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have the intention for you to feel stressful too. :)) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, I'm excited for our swimming! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeehah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Thank God, inspite of all of those stress-provoking situations, you dropped someone who have the ability to erase them all. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naks!&lt;/span&gt;) When I see him, the badtrip just goes away. Weeh!&lt;br /&gt;Don't thinkof anybody else. That's Enchong Dee! He's so cute in his new Bench Daily Scent commercial, agree?! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakakawala sa sarili! Joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/SawUrFQdFfI/AAAAAAAAABs/LHjJUhfG9pI/s1600-h/n637521271_1616902_5179609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/SawUrFQdFfI/AAAAAAAAABs/LHjJUhfG9pI/s320/n637521271_1616902_5179609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308640791141094898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A picture from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Just can't resist those tantalizing eyes! Whew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥just g.&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/7061513730549026930-5244409091775457209?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/5244409091775457209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-hectic-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/5244409091775457209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/5244409091775457209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-hectic-week.html' title='what a hectic week!'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yVs6hO2-YC4/SawUrFQdFfI/AAAAAAAAABs/LHjJUhfG9pI/s72-c/n637521271_1616902_5179609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061513730549026930.post-1341968783760757054</id><published>2009-03-01T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:11:58.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥love♥'/><title type='text'>my first blog... :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"ONE LOOK... ONE SMILE... ONE WORD... ONE TOUCH... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                 ALL OF MY EFFORT TO FORGET GOES DOWN THE DRAIN..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember, just exactly a year ago. I decided to forget everything.  I made an ultimatum to myself, that I will cut every heartstrings, every connection, everything. [But of course I didn't complied with that. :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it's so much for all the hurt, tears, sleepless nights, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unenergized&lt;/span&gt; days, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo modes&lt;/span&gt;, and pages that I have wasted in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my diary&lt;/span&gt;. I said I have forgiven myself for wallowing in misery. I promised to be stronger and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've set rules. Funny how I tried to obey these things, stopping myself with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full force&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE NO.1:&lt;/span&gt; Never look his way!&lt;br /&gt;                     - Of course, this was so hard. What if we're on the same way?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RULE NO.2a:&lt;/span&gt; Keep your distance with him, 20 meters away! (approximately)&lt;br /&gt;                     - My God! This one's a lot harder! (I've set 20 meters so that I can adjust it every now and then.. wooh.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RULE NO.2b: &lt;/span&gt;5 cm away if we're seatmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                      - To be exact! Do I need a ruler every time I sit beside him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RULE NO. 3:&lt;/span&gt; Continue what you have started!&lt;br /&gt;                     - What if I don't know how could I ever start?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I'm making a fool out of myself trying to forget someone who used to occupy my mind, who used to conquer my dream, someone who has been a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few lyrics of the song Almost (by Tamia) which I relate the most;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you tell me how can one miss what she never had?&lt;br /&gt;How could i reminisce when there is no past?&lt;br /&gt;How could I have memories of being happy with you boy?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me how can this be?&lt;br /&gt;How could my mind pull out incidents,&lt;br /&gt;Recall dates and times that never happened,&lt;br /&gt;How could I celebrate a love that's too late,&lt;br /&gt;And how could I really mean the words I'm about to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:times new roman;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss the times that we almost shared,&lt;br /&gt;I miss the love that was almost there,&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times that we used to kiss,&lt;br /&gt;At least in my dreams just let me take my time and reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times that we never had,&lt;br /&gt;What happened to us we were almost there,&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said it's impossible to miss, what you never had,&lt;br /&gt;Never almost had you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's it! Now I'm afraid the feeling is coming back...  Wooh... Lord please don't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥just g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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/7061513730549026930-1341968783760757054?l=concealedside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/feeds/1341968783760757054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/1341968783760757054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7061513730549026930/posts/default/1341968783760757054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealedside.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-blog.html' title='my first blog... :))'/><author><name>G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18104953104598545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJQcDMC0kYg/TzFUvAlSiJI/AAAAAAAAARw/0RbNwbEvt8U/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
