<?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-8455321322002697684</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:21:33.709-08:00</updated><category term='preserved to pandora&apos;s box'/><category term='pieces of agape'/><title type='text'>whispering my  thoughts..</title><subtitle type='html'>i am nearly drowning because of  my overflowing thoughts..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455321322002697684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09776613305373978684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s09_7jbmFg/SfQKi20L4rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lScADG9wzlM/S220/(,%2BSo+stupid!%2B,)(341).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455321322002697684.post-4581291617582624764</id><published>2009-05-13T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:15:22.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preserved to pandora&apos;s box'/><title type='text'>10:29am, May 16, 1990</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s09_7jbmFg/Sg9z9IOr9pI/AAAAAAAAACU/wpGoFK5eQvc/s1600-h/david!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s09_7jbmFg/Sg9z9IOr9pI/AAAAAAAAACU/wpGoFK5eQvc/s320/david!!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336611577475626642" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;       Here is a gift I received from the davids (David Cook and David Archuleta..lol)!! meet David,aka. baby dav..hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since May 11-Monday, my classmates already made a countdown to the "DaY"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyday they would shower these words unto my face, "HappY BirThday!, (touched ako tuloy..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wonder why did they do that? (Birthday ko bah araw2?)hehe.. Anyways, they reminded me that im growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the same day,19 years ago-- May 16, 1990 at 10:29 am, my mother had an early present. My existence has made a difference to their lives(to my family..=] ). I have walked a life with crooked roads; full of struggles, hardships, griefs, and sorrows (who doesn't? eh?) but above all I feel blessed to catch a glimpse of heaven because of my family and friends who always stick around through thick and thin.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I close the day, lemme share with you an update of my happenstance as of today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5:00am&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-woke up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5:30am&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-went to a shrine in Monte Cueva "little cave" with the whole accountancy &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;students&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6:30am&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-attend a mass in Monte Cueva for it's my birthday, to thank God for His incessant blessings and offered prayers for support for those who are taking board exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8:00am&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-i'm walking home with my classmates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8:30am&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-my classmates surprised me about something i didn't expect. They made a video about me with &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;dedications. "OUR MODERN CINDERELLA" oohh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8:40am &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-high spirited! went to a restaurant, treat my friends... plus ice cream! that sure was fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9:30am&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-went home and watched the video they made for the second time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10am- 12noon&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-greetings received in bulk..got busy replying greetings on mail and text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12noon&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- ate lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1:00pm&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-plurking, updating friendster account, facebook, hi5, tagged..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(99, 32, 53);   font-family:Helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&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;-took a nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4-up to now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&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;- nothing much happened.. responding some greetings, texting, watching boys over flowers, food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&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;trip, etc.. etcetera..&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;There wasn't a grand party, no lights, no ball gowns, nor a romeo who came.. = (  (like the love story song.. )&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;But, today I feel loved. My Friends and my family made my day special!! a total emotion-whirlwind, it knocks me off my feet...with mixed emotions that I couldn't fathom but I feel it.. I feel very human.. very ectstatic, i cried, i was overwhelmed and touched. It's too bad to end the day so soon, but i collected the exquisite moments and keep it in my heart.. *Thank you guys for sharing it with me*..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;This place is a universe of silence.. lots of surprises that God brought this day and i’m so thankful for it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://marojmae.blog.friendster.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" style="border-top-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; max-width: 100%; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;Im officially 19, another turn of life... when im still younger I used to think that persons above 18 are fully grown woman.. but when i look myself on a mirror, Im still the joram, quoted by froilan " You're not growing older but getting better".. It's sweet to hear it from a dear friend of mine.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://marojmae.blog.friendster.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" style="border-top-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; max-width: 100%; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455321322002697684-4581291617582624764?l=dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/4581291617582624764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/2009/05/1029am-may-16-1990.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455321322002697684/posts/default/4581291617582624764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455321322002697684/posts/default/4581291617582624764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/2009/05/1029am-may-16-1990.html' title='10:29am, May 16, 1990'/><author><name>joxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09776613305373978684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s09_7jbmFg/SfQKi20L4rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lScADG9wzlM/S220/(,%2BSo+stupid!%2B,)(341).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s09_7jbmFg/Sg9z9IOr9pI/AAAAAAAAACU/wpGoFK5eQvc/s72-c/david!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455321322002697684.post-9160402040644509218</id><published>2009-05-10T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T02:46:56.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pieces of agape'/><title type='text'>lookin' through the E Y E S</title><content type='html'>hi!! i just feel to write something.. i need to spill this thing out of my system.. They have said that the eyes are the mirror of one's soul. So here is the  purpose of this post--the compliments I get from the people that I considered very close to my heart..  I'm completely flattered about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She was rather short, with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;eyes &lt;/span&gt;that were eloquent and passionate at times and seemingly candid at others, rosy-cheeked, with an enchanting and inciting provocative smile that revealed a very beautiful soul and the air of a bubble gum girl; her entire self diffused a mysterious charm.. endangered angel indeed!!&lt;br /&gt;------------by Arne, a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm staring at a picture of a girl, as I look into her sweet and innocent face, her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; are the most magnetic and tantalizing. It sucks me deeper and deeper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;As I journey through her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt; I stop in a moment in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;She's perfect in every way, a sense that every part of her is beautiful; her body, smell, voice, touch and her stare is what I crave as I stare at her picture, in a picture I only could look. This girl has the power to stop a moment in time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;------------by franz, someone special..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How's that? I wonder how my eyes captured their attention?? tsk,,tsk,. i must be lucky then!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, they have touched my heart in every way possible.(emotions in a whirlwind)..&lt;br /&gt;They have pulled my heartstrings once again..&lt;br /&gt;They are absolutely my real friends and I feel very special to them..hehe.. i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font class="sqq"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/there_is_a_road_from_the_eye_to_heart_that_does/207735.html"&gt;There is a road from the eye to heart that does not go through the intellect.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/font&gt;---G.K. Chesterton.&lt;br /&gt; this quote really proves it all...&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8455321322002697684-9160402040644509218?l=dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/9160402040644509218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/2009/05/lookin-through-e-y-e-s.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455321322002697684/posts/default/9160402040644509218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455321322002697684/posts/default/9160402040644509218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/2009/05/lookin-through-e-y-e-s.html' title='lookin&apos; through the E Y E S'/><author><name>joxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09776613305373978684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s09_7jbmFg/SfQKi20L4rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lScADG9wzlM/S220/(,%2BSo+stupid!%2B,)(341).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455321322002697684.post-4317078550619101281</id><published>2009-05-02T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:01:06.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preserved to pandora&apos;s box'/><title type='text'>Ora et Labora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today is the day after the international celebration of the Labor Day.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my post is supposedly about  yesterday and the damn internet connection was very low. There was a typhoon then. It was raining cats and dogs even now it is still wet. tsk.tsk.. I still have a birthday party to attend to.. Hmp! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i wanna share the events that had occur for the past three days, that would be April 29,30 and May 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 29 &amp;amp; 30---- Since I am taking summer classes, examination is a big issue and the crisis of the life of a student --MIDTERM EXAM made us shiver once more. Some of us are ready to exert the tedious effort of studying 'til dawn, while some of us just choose to study a bit and depend on luck. Studying is really one of the things that student tends to dislike, even I myself would admit it..hehehe.. Plus the misery of the sophisticated teachers and the way or the styles of their teaching doubled up the bitterness... ugh! However, this has been part and parcel of student life. The good news and partially a bad news is, I got 89/100 item of the Accounting 6a Exam. It's way better than to have a bad score. But I'm not satisfied 'coz I almost ace it if I'm more careful in writing my answers. I'm so clumsy and reckless, and careless!!! arrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1----- I thought this day would be a holiday or rest day for all of us. But here in my school, we have an Accounting Quiz Bowl.. sounds great? not!!!!!! Gosh! It gave me a headache since I'm the Program Committee Chairman, i should make a program for that activity to make it more exciting and fun.. Luck shines upon me, the said activity was a thumbs-up! It went well and filled with fun! Some teachers came over too! There was a vocal solo ,as an intermission number in the quiz bowl. There should be two contestants for each year level representing the two competing teams the BALANCE SHEET and the INCOME STATEMENT. As can be expected, each accountancy student ellicited that spirit of competition. I'm so glad that my team crowns as the overall winner of this activity.. yea! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;The said activity only consumed the whole morning and after that we went home for lunch and somehow took a nap. Though it was a short activity, for my part, it has been a fun-filled day with our own "esprit de corps"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goethe once said, " It is not doing the thing we like to do, but liking the thing we have to do, that makes life blessed!&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, such 3-days experience was not that grand but worth of lessons. It's also a leap of faith; with all that constant praying and asking for God's favor and wisdom makes things right that i wanted it to be. Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ora et labora"!&lt;/span&gt;-- Pray and work is all we got to do for a successful life. Do everything what we could muster and lift it up all to Him for His glory and in His matchless name. Amen.&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/8455321322002697684-4317078550619101281?l=dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/4317078550619101281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/2009/05/ora-et-labora.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455321322002697684/posts/default/4317078550619101281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455321322002697684/posts/default/4317078550619101281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/2009/05/ora-et-labora.html' title='Ora et Labora'/><author><name>joxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09776613305373978684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s09_7jbmFg/SfQKi20L4rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lScADG9wzlM/S220/(,%2BSo+stupid!%2B,)(341).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455321322002697684.post-8305463523097184552</id><published>2009-04-24T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:02:05.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preserved to pandora&apos;s box'/><title type='text'>WhEn tHE SpaRks EnD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When The Sparks End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Letting go..is the best way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Love is never selfish as what they say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;All you can do is to open you heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDT_zjAJan8/Sa8GrLAS22I/AAAAAAAABz8/40kvsnFgwK8/s320/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDT_zjAJan8/Sa8GrLAS22I/AAAAAAAABz8/40kvsnFgwK8/s320/balloons.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Let him be free to look for another start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Don't hold on for the happy moments in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Always remember, it can never last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Just thanks him for being a part of you once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Not easy but you'll have to take a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't look back; it can hinder your sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Learn to accept that "reality bites".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't blame yourself, it can make you blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Remember, he also lost a LOVE that was pure and true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's never easy to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cry if you want but there's nothing you can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tell him that you're willing to be mere friends again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And leave the past behind, when his sparks end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a piece of yellowpad paper, I saw this poem in my old file case where i keep many significant things that I only understood; like souvenirs, remembrance, certificates, treasures, etc..and i unexpectedly found this one! :-) I don't know who created this poem, but what i remember from the stickiness of my thought is I copied this from the hand-out that my computer teacher gave, way back 3 years ago.. Good thing i keep it for it is another treasure to preserve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The poem generally conveys the art of letting go..it's really hard to do it than saying, but that's the least thing we can do. Life must go on, besides time will heal everything. I swear!&lt;br /&gt;I've been through this, i know where it leads and where it ends.&lt;span&gt; I know it hurts to no longer be loved by the one who used to love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know it is hard to be dumped by the one who cares &lt;/span&gt;you like a precious gem and worship you like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly like a gush of wind it's over. It's over before it ended.&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to accept and fathom the despicable fact.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that nobody wants to get into and burst like a heated teapot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But, it’s time to face up the cold hard facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's time to start picking up the pieces of your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to break free and stop hoping that "he" would come back and ask for your love again.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be happy and to love and be loved again from someone who don't leave you for good.&lt;br /&gt;Why dwell and believe from someone's promises of affection&lt;br /&gt;when you can find love in its splendor from another man?&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all deserve to be happy, to love and be loved again.&lt;br /&gt;However, some of us want to shift into an easier way of accepting the truth to escape from the painful reality.&lt;br /&gt;But as young lovers, the luxury of easiness isn't for us.&lt;br /&gt;We have to endure the heavy loads of pain and bitterness because there we can learn from the hell of it.&lt;br /&gt;So let this one go.. Let go..until his sparks end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455321322002697684-8305463523097184552?l=dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/8305463523097184552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-sparks-end.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455321322002697684/posts/default/8305463523097184552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455321322002697684/posts/default/8305463523097184552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-sparks-end.html' title='WhEn tHE SpaRks EnD'/><author><name>joxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09776613305373978684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s09_7jbmFg/SfQKi20L4rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lScADG9wzlM/S220/(,%2BSo+stupid!%2B,)(341).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDT_zjAJan8/Sa8GrLAS22I/AAAAAAAABz8/40kvsnFgwK8/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455321322002697684.post-6041850429297929819</id><published>2009-04-08T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:52:56.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preserved to pandora&apos;s box'/><title type='text'>just an ordinary summer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Here comes summer '09.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The same ol' ordinary summer,where the rays of the sun are steadily pointing at us,causing us to perspire and burn at such constant heat.. just an exaggeration..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i just wanna share the bittersweet days before the dreadful start of my summer class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;First, the birth of my own blog site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is my very first post on the list (on this site..hehe). I have some other blogs on friendster also. Actually, my dearest friend- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;AIMEE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;introduced this blogger site to me and indeed, i'm hooked on it. yea, yea, yea. I've enjoyed reading her blogs and with the others too.. Then I finally decided to make my own blog site to formally share my thoughts, feelings,and  sentiments--simply my journal from papers to online, where everybody can read and write some comments. It's pretty nice though.. =] and exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Second, the undying major exam on managerial accounting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Can you imagine we haven't yet taken our final exam on that subject?! Then our grades wouldn't be released because of that. One more thing, my 4 week vacation was undeniably interrupted by that.  I have to study the whole big-thick-book because that's our coverage for the exam next week, April 14. ganda noh? tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Third, financially down.. &lt;/span&gt;no allowance!!!!hehe..  meaning, i have to stay most of my time in the house. boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fourth, next week marks the tiresome summer class.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My awful schedule is 8:00am- 11:40am Accounting 6, 6:50pm-8:40pm Accounting 12.  We are required to take summer class. Looking at it makes me sick. However, out from the bad schedule there is still good in it, 6 hours vacant in the afternoon!!yea..i can have my nap.. good for me because i have to wake up early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Fifth,the thrill of moving one step forward--ima fourth year student next school year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The turn of another new chapter of life. I somehow feel the pinch of anxiety. Another nerve-cracking situations where im going to be thrown again into a pit of despair after a tensionful state of three years of academic pressures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Lastly, the sunny side of the coin,&lt;/span&gt; I've enjoyed every bit of my leisure time despite the bitter thought of the pending exam.hehe.. i'm happy going out with my friends..strolling along the seashore, reading with pleasure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;unlimited texting, biking around the small city of Maasin, going to school for some reasons like the enhancement activity of the 2nd year accountancy for their qualifying exam.. "ate" ako nun..im glad they've learned from us and we had helped them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i had also fun to go swimming, to watch movies, to have quality time with my paramour, to watch the sunset, to sleep late and to wake up late,..whoohoo!!..XD not to mention the timeless surfing of the net till dawn,..haha   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Summer is only starting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im still looking forward for more fun and excitements!! im also glad that i have summer class, it's good to have something to do than nothing. it's like letting the days passed and not making it worth living..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;toodles..=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&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/8455321322002697684-6041850429297929819?l=dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/feeds/6041850429297929819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-ordinary-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455321322002697684/posts/default/6041850429297929819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455321322002697684/posts/default/6041850429297929819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dthoughtswhisperer.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-ordinary-summer.html' title='just an ordinary summer..'/><author><name>joxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09776613305373978684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5s09_7jbmFg/SfQKi20L4rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lScADG9wzlM/S220/(,%2BSo+stupid!%2B,)(341).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
