<?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-7098008346921122538</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:01:17.856-07:00</updated><category term='RAMDOM'/><title type='text'>HoLy cOw!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>faw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06856987947306572990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SchDLnqrEnI/AAAAAAAAABY/BwDa3zQ9HFk/S220/DSC02480.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098008346921122538.post-5755263902636071652</id><published>2009-08-23T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:44:28.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rEfLeCtiOn..cOnVeYs gOD's HiDDeN mEsSaGe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SpENifZ_eFI/AAAAAAAAACo/nvXrYEvRDOo/s1600-h/5533_140468710338_561735338_3882826_832475_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SpENifZ_eFI/AAAAAAAAACo/nvXrYEvRDOo/s320/5533_140468710338_561735338_3882826_832475_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373090716626942034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;OKAY..THIS THING IS KINDA INTERESTING...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WELL I ATTEND IN THIS SO CALLED recollection...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AT OASIS PRAYER...AND ONE OUR ACTIVITY IS THIS..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;OUR SPEAKER MR.ERIC I THINK ASK US TO PICK A PICTURE. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HE FLIP IT THE OTHER WAY AROUND SO WE COULDN'T SEE &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THE IMAGE. AND WHATEVER THE PICTURE WE GET, WE SHOULD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;CONCENTRATE ONTO A MESSAGE THAT HE SAY god IS SHOWING US &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;RIGHT THAT MOMENT..HEHE..AT FIRST I THOUGHT I GET THE DUMBESS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PICTURE EVER..BUT THEN I HAD TO BEAR WITH IT. THEN YEAH I GOT I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;T..HAHAHA AT LEAST I THINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SpEKtQbUoRI/AAAAAAAAACg/jZPJkzo6omQ/s1600-h/3444045682_e8ea245b34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SpEKtQbUoRI/AAAAAAAAACg/jZPJkzo6omQ/s320/3444045682_e8ea245b34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373087603049668882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE PICTURE I GET THOUGH NOT THE ORIGINAL BUT CLOSE ENOUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONVEYED MEANING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THING IS AS I STARTED BRAINSTORMING I COME UP WITH THIS IDEA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS SO MANY DIFFERENT KIND OF CD'S. I LABELED THEM AS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* horror *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORROR FOR ALL THE FEARS I HAVE IN MY HEART. FOR ALL THE FEARS&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS SHOWING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* comedy *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMEDY. FOR ALL THE HAPPINESS I HAVE IN MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THE LAUGHTER I HAVE SHARED WITH MY LOVED ONES.&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THE JOY I GET TO SHARE WITH MY SELF ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* drama *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAMA. FOR ALL THE TEARS IVE SHED.&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THE PROBLEMS I GET TO SHARE WITH EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THE PAINFUL MEMORIES IVE SHARED WITH EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* suspense *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSPENSE. FOR MY FUTURE.&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THE MYSTERIES THIS LIFE IS OFFERING ME.&lt;br /&gt;FOR FACING THE UNKNOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE. THAT CD SIGNIFIES MY LIFE. GOD IS ASKING ME TO CHOOSE MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;GOD IS ASKING US TO PLAY IT. TO HAVE FUN WITH IT. TO ENJOY LIFE TO THE FULLEST. THEY ALWAYS SAY THAT LIFE IS UNFAIR, MAYBE THAT'S TRUE, MAYBE LIFE IS REALLY UNFAIR. BUT WE ALWAYS SAY THAT IT'S JUST THE WAY IT GOES. AND WE LET IT SLIP AWAY. WE LET CHANCE PASS BY.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7098008346921122538-5755263902636071652?l=holycow0901.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/feeds/5755263902636071652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflectionconveys-gods-hidden-message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/5755263902636071652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/5755263902636071652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflectionconveys-gods-hidden-message.html' title='rEfLeCtiOn..cOnVeYs gOD&apos;s HiDDeN mEsSaGe...'/><author><name>faw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06856987947306572990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SchDLnqrEnI/AAAAAAAAABY/BwDa3zQ9HFk/S220/DSC02480.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SpENifZ_eFI/AAAAAAAAACo/nvXrYEvRDOo/s72-c/5533_140468710338_561735338_3882826_832475_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098008346921122538.post-9003327155054818771</id><published>2009-08-22T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T03:40:54.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy! WHAT???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey! wazzup blog..?&lt;br /&gt;how er u?&lt;br /&gt;well yeah when was the last time&lt;br /&gt;i post a post in hir?&lt;br /&gt;well..u know feels like years..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;really..its just that i've been really busy lately..really..&lt;br /&gt;oh enough for so many really!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha anyways so yeah im back hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;but u know right at this moment..hehe..the program on our&lt;br /&gt;TV is totally distracting me hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;im loosing my mind hir...he show sucks..hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyways back to what im really trying to post hir...&lt;br /&gt;so yeah im so busy like i said..&lt;br /&gt;busy with what?? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;guess what would u belive me if i say..&lt;br /&gt;ahm..well.. STUDYING??? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;well yeah lets 4get about studying today..&lt;br /&gt;im also busy because of books...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...this sem im so full of reading..its like if u put it into ahm food terms ahm im...&lt;br /&gt;full..as in yeah..hahaha..good thing my mind is keeping up...and my money too...&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha...&lt;br /&gt;like what ive been reading nonstop..like i started with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a book well, about Noah at Alice Caulhon's daughter. do u remember them??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;they were the protagonist of the book.. entitled the notebook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the book is great. but, what i really like about the book is the part were Noah is being tackled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;his love for his wife is still unconditional, still alive though Alice has been long gone. if u read the notebook already ull know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;noah's love for Alice was really amazing, so genuine that almost make u wish sum1 could love u too like that..its really cool...hahahhahahahah.....im like endorsing the notebook hir not the wedding ahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; just like heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;its been yrs since i watched this movie and after a yr or so i got to read the book too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahha im still in a state of shock because i still like it. i still find it fascinating. i love that book. though in truth i got to like it because of ahm the movie were in REESE WITHERSPOOn star the film hahahah...dammit! i really like her. i min if ever ull ask who is my fav. hollywood actress that would be her. shes so talented...love her, hahahah  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;undomestic Goddess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW MOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;     ECLIPSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;     BREAKING DAWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;can u keep a secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RemEmbEr me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED....&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/7098008346921122538-9003327155054818771?l=holycow0901.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/feeds/9003327155054818771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/9003327155054818771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/9003327155054818771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-what.html' title='holy! WHAT???'/><author><name>faw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06856987947306572990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SchDLnqrEnI/AAAAAAAAABY/BwDa3zQ9HFk/S220/DSC02480.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098008346921122538.post-7459974369518532445</id><published>2009-06-08T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:34:45.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAMDOM'/><title type='text'>it's been a while..</title><content type='html'>hmm..its been a while since i post sumthing that nice in..&lt;br /&gt;hahah ive been busy for the past weeks and though im not really busy&lt;br /&gt;im still busy hahaha just want it that way!! watching anime's was my past time to get of all the long hours i spent in my house since im not fond of going out...thought i could stay away from pressure but no! anime's has a lot of pressure too...because they're good and as it goes by ul get carroied away and viola! end up being hook by that anime hahaha recently ive been typing thoughts on my phone since its hassle free hahaha...maybe if i had a time ill post it hahaha....i still hv 6days before school starts hmm still lots of anime to watch! hihi...oh well i hope i can manage it hahaha..its so boring hir since my mum cut rhe cabele connection...darn hahaha my mum did that for the sake of my innocent brother who know nothing about the real world! hahaha overeacting hahah but yes! he is too occupied by the tv shows cable could offer and ended up not focusing on his studies at all! hahaha...but thanks to that i discover sumting interesting..hahaha a series.. GREY"S ANATOMY! i finally manage to watch it since ders no other options and i ended up being hook! ahahah...it was cool and its a long running show and last nyt was the season finale i hope studio 23 continue on airing that program though im really worried becoz the new season started airing last aipril and hir in phil. its not yet airing hahaha i hope i could continue watching it hahaha...anyways gotta go !!! la na ko malagay!!! mas mgnda pla if random hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098008346921122538-7459974369518532445?l=holycow0901.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/feeds/7459974369518532445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/7459974369518532445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/7459974369518532445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while..'/><author><name>faw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06856987947306572990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SchDLnqrEnI/AAAAAAAAABY/BwDa3zQ9HFk/S220/DSC02480.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098008346921122538.post-4710483007197467608</id><published>2009-05-05T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:42:15.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a Type B</title><content type='html'>You're a kind of a go with the flow type person. In life, it's good to not be too amazing. You have a good attitude, and this is what shines through in your personality. You're most amazing attribute is weighing up the choices, and thinking things through, before jumping in at the deep end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihi i got this from my face book! hihihi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098008346921122538-4710483007197467608?l=holycow0901.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/feeds/4710483007197467608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-type-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/4710483007197467608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/4710483007197467608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-type-b.html' title='You&apos;re a Type B'/><author><name>faw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06856987947306572990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SchDLnqrEnI/AAAAAAAAABY/BwDa3zQ9HFk/S220/DSC02480.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098008346921122538.post-7217423136394335819</id><published>2009-05-05T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:59:58.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEpTEmBer nga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SEPTEMEBER Birthdays:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes topoint out people\'s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able totalk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed.Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Goodmemory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Mustcontrol oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding.Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly showsemotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially inrelationships. Systematic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098008346921122538-7217423136394335819?l=holycow0901.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/feeds/7217423136394335819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/05/september-nga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/7217423136394335819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/7217423136394335819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/05/september-nga.html' title='SEpTEmBer nga!'/><author><name>faw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06856987947306572990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SchDLnqrEnI/AAAAAAAAABY/BwDa3zQ9HFk/S220/DSC02480.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098008346921122538.post-3797683485943230244</id><published>2009-04-07T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:07:25.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekly journal</title><content type='html'>this journals served as our quizzes in our English 101 under Mr. Jonathan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gochuico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said: "write anything you want!" and so i did! i think we all did! anyway i dont know if they did! hihi... and this saturday(may 2/09) i finally had a time to read my work! and this time i find it amazing i never thought i could write things like this(becuz those times, i was just writing things typing rather, randomly you know just to meet his weekly deadline and to pass his subject) plus his comments are included! hihi..i really appreciate this stuff i am glad to know that i saved it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal #1&lt;br /&gt;Friday, June 20, 2008 7:35:36 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's Priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June.19,Thursday. It was my bestfriend's birthday and I'm excited about it,&lt;br /&gt;excited in a way that I'm not! and the fact that i haven't seen him since summer.&lt;br /&gt;So i really wanted to see him and of course to celebrate his birthday. But I don't have the time,&lt;br /&gt;he is busy and so was I, so i give up! i told myself that next time, i could see him.&lt;br /&gt;So i just greeted him through text and guess what? no reply! just a simple Thank  you will do!&lt;br /&gt;but he didn't, so i got disappointed. Then i received a text message, it's my friend Lhai&lt;br /&gt;she told me to meet her at the front gate of my subdivision. So i went out, and follow her till&lt;br /&gt;we reach the other subdivision, I saw my best friend. I'm not surprise but that time i felt uneasy&lt;br /&gt;though i know deep inside I'm happy. Nothing happen we didn't talk to each other,were&lt;br /&gt;just standing  next to each other as time pass i decided to go home,then i said goodbye and happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;when i arrived home, he text me and said "thank you for making my birthday special" and i smiled,&lt;br /&gt;i smile because i feel so special, that i dont need to do anything to make his day special like giving gifts or alike,&lt;br /&gt;i mean just by being there, just by being part of it I mean its priceless...making someone happy just by existing is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;= sir english 101 comment =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i agree...we must be a gift to the people around us. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;+my own comment+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;" i dont think were still close! and  i dont want to be close to this person again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal#2&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, June 26, 2008 9:57:06 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;P.E!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Wednesday, June.25 early in the morning i wake up with the good mood. I don't know why I feel so excited&lt;br /&gt;so energetic, knowing that my first class in the morning is math. The fact that i hate math..really, i hate variables!!!&lt;br /&gt;but that time I'm really excited, the discussion went well, solving is easy as time passes, I'm dying to go out, knowing that P.E is next..I'm excited, i want to do my P.E lessons nowI don't eat because of excitement, me and my classmates waited for an hour till our P.E starts.Here he comes..P.E! P.E! we said..we do all the stretches, i love stretching ,i feel so healthy..now! it's time.. the most awaited event,running time!..sir said women should go first..we will run around the oval for 2 lapses..I'm so excited..so i run..then suddenly i got tired so i jog then i got tired, so i walk...walk..walk...then i regain few of my energy..so i jog...then i walk...jog and walk..after 1 lap..i felt ill.. but i still continue and walk...as I'm about to cross the finish line..i run, i rank fifth with the time of 5:39min. so much for a newbie.though I'm glad because i made it, then i rest,because  i get dizzy, i felt so ill.while I'm sitting at the bench, boys do their running thing. Suddenly i thought about those athletes who really run fast and represents our country, they must have been really undergoing lot's of heavy training to come up with a good stamina to hold on while running and imagine they're doing it almost half of their life..WOW!. I really admired those people. Though I'm not athletic at least i experience running not for my life but for my grade, admiring people is what i always do,specially when they were experiencing struggles then they over come it..well  it's for self relating and inspiration pursose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;= sir english 101 comment =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"you should consider them as an inspiration to achieve what you want to achieve."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Journal#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friday, July 4, 2008 6:24:37 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A Precious Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="preview" style="width: 249px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/Sf6OsvvgljI/AAAAAAAAACY/6ck0FhgUJs4/s320/MELk.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have a very precious cow i name it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;♥ MILK&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it was given to me by  my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241418296_3"&gt;precious brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;since then i start liking it. I  became a fun of animated cow. Though I'm having a hard time looking for stuff with that specific design, fortunately he always do.My  Milk has a soft body with big head and big nose.Its cuddly and big in size.I always take a picture of it together with me and I'm fond of showing it to everyone if ever they find it lovely it makes me happy. I'm satisfied having Milk, I'm very sentimental when it comes to him, i really value that little thingy!. i hope other people value things too. especially if it comes from someone you also value. goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;= sir english 101 comment =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"little things should make us realize that we are lucky to have people who care for us. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal#4&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, July 9, 2008 6:09:18 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hateful week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div   style=";font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;font-size:14pt;"&gt; &lt;div   style=";font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;font-size:14pt;"&gt;This whole week is very tiring.Prelim exam is coming,i don't know what will happen, i have no idea, the last exam that i take this day is P.E! i feel so stupid because I've memorize every word that is need to be memorize, and when i get my &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241418777_3"&gt;test paper&lt;/span&gt; there is only 2 questions, for heaven sake my mind got mix up and i don't know if I'm doing it right. my professor explain what to do but i think i misunderstand him,almost all of us didn't get his explanation. I don't know why this is happening to me, maybe I'm really stupid that time or I'm having a hard time adjusting my self in this La Sallian way. Maybe i need to say goodbye to my good old high school day's where everything is considered,more easy than college. Lets face reality were talking about my future here not just the money my mother spend for this course i only want to pass exams but im  having a hard time convincing my self, I'm loosing my self confidencebut  i hope i can make it. i love my course and i love what im doing, and i know this is for me. everything im doing in school is for me.&lt;br /&gt;i hope that this coming week i can perform well in my exams and i hope that next semester, no more adjustments to make..&lt;br /&gt;=)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;= sir english 101 comment =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;again, welcome to the world called "college education." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Journal#5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thursday, August 7, 2008 4:52:38 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241419897_2"&gt;For One More Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one more day,a very inspiring book written by Mitch &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://albom.it/"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241419897_3"&gt;Albom. it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tells a story about how a mother loved&lt;br /&gt;their  child unconditionally and how child most of the time ignore their mother and priorities other things.&lt;br /&gt;Its a story of Charles "Chick" Benetto and her Mother "Posey", how chick  blame himself for her mother's&lt;br /&gt;death, how his life was rotten, and decided to end it, how his family collapsed.When  her mother came to&lt;br /&gt;life and explain everything to him, all his childhood questions and all the  mysteries of his parents realationship&lt;br /&gt;had been answered.That it's never too late for someone so rotten to changed for good. and how he lived his life&lt;br /&gt;to the fullest until his death. ..sometimes, even just FOR ONE MORE DAY i would belive, that this story was&lt;br /&gt;true. It makes me realize how precious and short our lives may have. How time flies  so quickly. How things done&lt;br /&gt;cannot be undone,even if you cry your heart out.That losing someone is not a reason for us to be miserable instead&lt;br /&gt;used it to keep on going and make life worth living for.It sadden me that people can only realize the value of someone&lt;br /&gt;when it's already gone.That book makes me realize so many things in life and it make me realized that i love my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; more than i loved her and "if my mother said it, i believe it!". A qoute from the story that caught my attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"ONE DAY CAN BEND YOUR LIFE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;= sir english 101 comment =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i agree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;+my own comment+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"he agree"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*************************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Journal#6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friday, August 22, 2008 8:20:59 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;community service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last August 10 and 17, I had experience a real community service. I was very excited because it's my first time doing things like that.&lt;br /&gt;We chose to help the family at Area G,The Garcia family. I met Mrs.Reniena Garcia she is a mother of her 6 children. they lived in a small house. They are an example of a simple family. We begun to ask her alot of questions and we learned that the house they were leaving is not their property. She told us that they found it abandoned so they occupy it. We ask them about food and she told us that most of the time they only eat once a day because &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241419897_4"&gt;earning money&lt;/span&gt; for them is not easy as one, two, three...she told us that her husband doesnt have a permanent job, that they were only depending on the extra job his husband couold get and sometimes his husband get enter to any part time job so they can't eat. But she told us that they were contented. They might not get every precious thing money can offer at least they are complete and happy. It makes me realize how hard to make and earn for a living...i remember the times i wasted and spend money for a not so&lt;br /&gt;important things.The second sunday, we brought groceries lots of food and maybe it could only last for a week. Though we can't help them in  their financial problems in our own little way we know we put smiles on their faces. though i'ts not a big deal for other's but for us helping them is a blessing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;= sir english 101 comment =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;simple experiences such as this should make us realize how blessed we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;_end_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098008346921122538-3797683485943230244?l=holycow0901.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/feeds/3797683485943230244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/04/journals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/3797683485943230244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/3797683485943230244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/04/journals.html' title='My Weekly journal'/><author><name>faw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06856987947306572990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SchDLnqrEnI/AAAAAAAAABY/BwDa3zQ9HFk/S220/DSC02480.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/Sf6OsvvgljI/AAAAAAAAACY/6ck0FhgUJs4/s72-c/MELk.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098008346921122538.post-5983345575231920709</id><published>2009-03-25T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:01:04.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/ScsiuEniY8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5o74s_YE3eA/s1600-h/rain1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/ScsiuEniY8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5o74s_YE3eA/s320/rain1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317381959949902786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whenever the heaven's cried..my heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt; lighter..it's as if..&lt;br /&gt;it sympathizes with my inner thoughts and with what my heart aches..&lt;br /&gt;i do feel relieved every time it rained...that's why i love rain..&lt;br /&gt;more than anyone do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;! i finally post it...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt; this is my first post..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad..haha..atlast...&lt;br /&gt;hope to post another one with you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mooowah&lt;/span&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/7098008346921122538-5983345575231920709?l=holycow0901.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/feeds/5983345575231920709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-secret-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/5983345575231920709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/5983345575231920709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-secret-1.html' title='Post Secret #1'/><author><name>faw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06856987947306572990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SchDLnqrEnI/AAAAAAAAABY/BwDa3zQ9HFk/S220/DSC02480.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/ScsiuEniY8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5o74s_YE3eA/s72-c/rain1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098008346921122538.post-3974679091176589269</id><published>2009-03-25T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T03:40:49.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post ng taong walang mgawa!!!</title><content type='html'>hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;march 25 na pla!&lt;br /&gt;nd ko man lang namamalayan..&lt;br /&gt;matagal tagal na din&lt;br /&gt;pala ng magsimula&lt;br /&gt;ang mga arw n walang pasok..&lt;br /&gt;and yes...i can truly say na summer na!!!&lt;br /&gt;darn..at hangang ngaun ang taong katulad ko&lt;br /&gt;ay walang magawa...&lt;br /&gt;pero alm nyo ba na kung gugustuhin..&lt;br /&gt;eh may mrrting...&lt;br /&gt;pero gaya nga ng sbi ko ang taong katulad ko ay walang mgwa kay kung anu anu nlng din ang inilalagay ko...&lt;br /&gt;nais ko din gamitin sa mga pnahon na ito ang&lt;br /&gt;sarili kong wika..&lt;br /&gt;dahil abah! wala ako sa mood&lt;br /&gt;mag ingles!&lt;br /&gt;at dhil majority&lt;br /&gt;ng magbbsa o makakabas nito ay mga kaibgn kong&lt;br /&gt;pilipino&lt;br /&gt;nd ko na kailangan alalahanin pa ang mga&lt;br /&gt;language problems na iyn...&lt;br /&gt;at nbakita nyo nmn mhba na ang natype ko...&lt;br /&gt;pero hangn ngayon wla pa din itong kakwent kwenta...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;pero madmi na din ako nais na ilgay&lt;br /&gt;ngunit my sarili akong dahilan kung bakit hangang ngaunb&lt;br /&gt;nakakabwisit na pink pa din ang template ko...&lt;br /&gt;at hangng ngaun din ay wla pa kong mailay na matinong post&lt;br /&gt;dahil na din sa mga kadahilang hindi nyo na&lt;br /&gt;dapat pang&lt;br /&gt;malaman...hahahha&lt;br /&gt;belat....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098008346921122538-3974679091176589269?l=holycow0901.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/feeds/3974679091176589269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-ng-taong-walang-mgawa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/3974679091176589269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/3974679091176589269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-ng-taong-walang-mgawa.html' title='post ng taong walang mgawa!!!'/><author><name>faw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06856987947306572990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SchDLnqrEnI/AAAAAAAAABY/BwDa3zQ9HFk/S220/DSC02480.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098008346921122538.post-1958639184644775972</id><published>2009-03-22T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T04:57:46.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl is the only one in the world ...That makes her the god of this world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girl is the only one in the world ...That makes her the god of this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is the only one in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes her the god of this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found herself on an island when she began to understand things around her. The island was small, and one would go around it in a half a day by foot. All she could see at the beach was the ocean, the sky, clouds and the horizon stretching as far as she could see in a 360 degree view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a mansion on that island. There were a huge amount of preserved foods and daily necessities inside the warehouse of the castle, so she did not have to starve. There were tons of books which she couldn’t finish reading, even if she spent her whole life. They contained everything in this world.The stories written in books were all about people.”“People cannot live alone.There were many books with that written in them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the girl was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lived by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing, crying, things that were previously off value, none of them were needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were finished, they were completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was the first “average” person in the human history. The average of statistics is exactly the same as the sum of herself.That’s what everything she does is correct.And at the same time, everything could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area of the circle is the square of the length of the chain (3.14). The length of the chain is 12 years old. It has always been the same length since the accident 4 years ago. The stretchable length of the aim is 13 hours. That’s everything to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/ScYmxK6yBCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/U8492jVxWrQ/s1600-h/360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/ScYmxK6yBCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/U8492jVxWrQ/s320/360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315979036343796770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl Began to paint,Books, Musical Instrument, Pictures.Among those things, it was the tool that’s most likely to create a human…But it didn’t go well. She got tired of making it many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t matter anyway, even if she got tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the season’s changed, She had enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She finished the painting before long.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found out that she was more suited for drawing realistic scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as she was able to draw something that looked like it….it was fire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something, that didn’t exist there,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Drawing humans might be something hard to do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s what she thought.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is the only one in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes her the god of this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found herself on an island when she began to understand things around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nobody else around. She had nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was everything the world could offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the girl tried to light a fire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, there was an episode in a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a person who lit a signal fire after being stranded on an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“a white line rose up to the deep, blue sky.” She thought, “What is thing? It’s like a cloud”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she put her face in it. Her eyes and throat hurt that badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She backed off in confusion and gazed at it from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She understood that it was useless. Likewise, she began to understand one thing after another. She understood what “understanding” meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She painted a human being. She painted a boy. So she decided to add a figure of a boy into paintings of landscapes she had painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put up those paintings in the same places where she painted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not a single place on the island she did not paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was with the boy everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It meant that the girl and the boy looked at each other every time she looked at the paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the girl has no feeling of achievement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be a human? She thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. this was the painting of a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not move. He did not think, he was simply there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lonely?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she could ask herself by finding the word. She was not lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl began to look at the painting a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she stared at the boy in the painting, she had a strange feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets marry. She somehow had that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the books, there were an unusual number of stories relating to marriage. It was described as something important in people’s lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to study the marriage system in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“the girl married the next day.” She found the dress in a castle. She pretended to ask herself. Do you vow to marry? In her mind, and she pretended to answer “yes” and then she kissed the boy in the painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tasted like iol. She threw the flowers that she picked as a bouquet. She prepared a bigger meal than usual it was a party after all. But she had left over’s, because the dress was too tight around the hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl tossed the bouquet, the dress and the leftovers to the bottom of the dump site and went to sleep and thus, the wedding ceremony was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The girl started drawing self portrait the day after the wedding ceremony.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Even though she was married, there was no one except her in her world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why she put herself into the paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“the girl put herself into all the paintings.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that world, beyond the two of them were laughing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at herself in the paintings, she felt strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl couldn’t really understand that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never the less, it continued to attract the gils interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is the only one in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes her the Dod of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange feeling developed in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could not describe what it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wondered why the paintings became blurred, even though she painted them so clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two in the paintings were smiling at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what she felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She repainted them, she repainted them over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the results were exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was at a loss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to be unsure of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is the only one in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made her the God of this world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she thought she should make her world much cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She burned all the paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She set fire to the mansion and the old castle along with the structures, she burned all her memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the God threw the trash, the only trash left in the world out from the cliff.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/ScYndusN1zI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AGaWuwjcCRc/s1600-h/cliff-12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-style: italic;" class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;03-03-09&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;thursday, pm&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;whew!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;infarenes!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Genbu made my day!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hahaha..it was really fun..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;not because of the “_____”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i accidentally know..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kundi ang katotohanan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;na ang mga orax na ngdaan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ay sobrang nakaka BoooRing..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i was actually ask to do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;something for our NSTP..i was all&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;alone..huhu sad…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;then someone came and&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sit beside me..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;whew! it was Genbu..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hmm…well ofcourse..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;im used to it…and while i was&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;teasing him..hahahah…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;accidente po niyang nasbi ang hindi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ko dapat malamn..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and like i said…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it’s not because of watever it is&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;na nlmn ko that made my day!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;maybe it was his company&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i enjoy!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hmm..tenks Genbu..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hehehe…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098008346921122538-658219895198271157?l=holycow0901.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/feeds/658219895198271157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/03/genbu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/658219895198271157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098008346921122538/posts/default/658219895198271157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holycow0901.blogspot.com/2009/03/genbu.html' title='GENBU'/><author><name>faw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06856987947306572990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40VA8A8vaAM/SchDLnqrEnI/AAAAAAAAABY/BwDa3zQ9HFk/S220/DSC02480.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
