<?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-7808326456861403286</id><updated>2011-09-29T00:57:13.980Z</updated><category term='etc'/><category term='for Him'/><category term='short notes'/><category term='random'/><category term='etc.'/><title type='text'>mimortal</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my trash can.. where all of my trash goes. 
Hear, they're ready to be discarded, let me..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-5832218290546486026</id><published>2007-07-29T07:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-29T07:55:02.848Z</updated><title type='text'>at may P.S. pala ako.. ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;one post here in my blog was commented by one of my inspirations in writing again. Her name is Katrina. ^^ at ung sinabi niya e maxadong maganda at inspiring at totoo na utang ko na di man lang un i-post at ishare.. so eto na po un.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="profile/02326788663248096062" rel="nofollow" onclick=""&gt;katrina&lt;/a&gt;    said...       1. holding back doesn't always mean na hindi na yun 'love.' sometimes, "true" love has to wait, specially for God's chosen ones [that's us]. God's plan and timing are perfect, kaya if He keeps you from a relationship now, doesn't mean na He'll hold it away from you forever. Share ko sa'yo yung part sa isang book na nabasa ko which really struck me:&lt;br /&gt;"The questions of when and with whom we pursue a relationship can be confusing and uncomfortable. Most of us would prefer not to face them. Walking by faith isn't our idea of fun. We want the discomfort and risk removed. Before we make a move, we want God to make the situation crystal clear. Do you see the problem? Our mindset is: "God, tell me WHO, tell me HOW, tell me WHEN - and then I'll trust You." What God wants us to see is that if He did this, our trust wouldn't be real. We want a definitive answer so we won't feel vulnerable, weak and dependent on Him. But guess what? We ARE vulnerable, weak and dependent on Him. And it's only when we realize our true condition that God can demonstrate His strength and love on our behalf."&lt;br /&gt;-Joshua Harris, Boy meets Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not need to convince me.. She just helped me cleared my mind and be strong in my resolve ^^ tama ba un english ko? weheheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Kat. And yes, as for us, let's continue serving the Lord our only God. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ja matta ne' ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808326456861403286-5832218290546486026?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5832218290546486026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808326456861403286&amp;postID=5832218290546486026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/5832218290546486026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/5832218290546486026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/07/at-may-ps-pala-ako.html' title='at may P.S. pala ako.. ^^'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-1667518204135774061</id><published>2007-07-29T07:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-29T07:40:55.123Z</updated><title type='text'>and when He answers me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I got over him..and realized many things..I won't elaborate, I'm sorry cuz some words are better left unspoken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure, I am contented right now. He gave me the best, and the best, I can say is what I really need. Thanks to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now taking a blog leave, indefinite.. ^^ I don't know when I am going to post again.. I don't know if I am going to at all..Thanks for the time..Thanks for listening.. but as of now, I am contented. This purpose is already served. Let's praise the Lord with all our  hearts.. ^^&lt;br /&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/7808326456861403286-1667518204135774061?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/1667518204135774061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808326456861403286&amp;postID=1667518204135774061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/1667518204135774061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/1667518204135774061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-when-he-answers-me.html' title='and when He answers me..'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-5078862906433200790</id><published>2007-06-29T22:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:12:12.048Z</updated><title type='text'>pasensya na</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hindi na ako magpapaligoy-ligoy pa. ang dahilan po ng aking pag-AWOL temporarily sa blogging world ay ang RO. Yes, as in Ragnarok Online. Sobra po akong na-adek, pasensya na po. Ngayon naman po ay mag ba-blog leave ulet ako.. This time, di na to RO. Ako po'y babalik sa aking lupang sinilangan.. heheh. Yey!! Kahit two weeks lang to.. susulitin ko to!! ito ang TUNAY na BAKASYON!! hahah..  Sa lahat po ng dumadaan sa blog ko, ay , pasensya na po.. pasensya na po talaga.. Daan po kayo ulet.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7808326456861403286-5078862906433200790?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5078862906433200790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808326456861403286&amp;postID=5078862906433200790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/5078862906433200790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/5078862906433200790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/06/pasensya-na.html' title='pasensya na'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-4099876466962900183</id><published>2007-05-22T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:20:14.318Z</updated><title type='text'>at nang matapos ang C2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Regret is always in the end.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't dawdle anymore.. just wanna write to my blog before I get a sleep..[late na rito.. may early class pa ko tom]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had just finished my C2 exams. I had one hour and a half to answer 10 questions with a + b + c + d +....+ 'n' in it. It took me 1 hour and 15 minutes and i-did-not-bother-to-know-anymore seconds to finished answering the test paper. I don't usually skip any questions even if i don't know the answer but on that time, I did. I tried to answer the last 2 questions which were worth of 20 points but I really didn't have a clue on what to write or how to solve it. Reason? I did not finished revising the last 3 chapters of the C2 book. I didn't have any clue at all, honestly. First time, I think, I experienced to do something that I didn't have any idea at all.&lt;strong&gt;At all&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My verdict to the test? The test was partly easy. And to the geniuses around me, I think it was just a breeze. I thought I could get an A, even A*, but thanks to the last two questions, I am now worrying of even getting a passing grade. If I will get a C, I'll be up on the clouds. That's how I see my status right now.. heheh. I cannot ask God to give me an A now, can I? He does miracles, all right, but for me, I think we have to deserve them before we can get one. God is good and kind.. He is a loving father so He will not, ever, allow His children to just get what they want without working hard and learning real from it. This is &lt;strong&gt;my opinion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So do I have regrets? Regretting that I did something not really worthwhile instead of revising the last 3 chapters? As of now, I can honestly say 'No.' I don't know if I will feel that way when I receive the results one month from now. Maybe yes. Maybe still no. I prefer the latter. I don't really want to regret anything. &lt;em&gt;Feeling ko kase, tinatanggihan ko ang mga biyaya na ipinagkakaloob Niya sa akin.&lt;/em&gt; And I don't like it. I also don't want to blame. As long as I can, I don't want to blame anything or anyone if things just didn't went right, the way I wanted them to be, or the way I planned. Of course, I can get really disappointed, but I cannot change the past..We should just have to learn from it. And try to be truly glad and contented in the present and also try to do some more mistakes.^^ And use the things we learned in the near future to make our future brighter [waahhh... sobrang idealist ako ano..] Well, ganon talaga weh. The key word is learn. And be thankful He has given that oppurtunity to us. That is all there is to it. &lt;strong&gt;Right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope after a month, when my C2 fate is revealed, I still have this wonderful feeling.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.plu.edu/~iafratjr/img/pencil-paper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh yeah, before i forgot, ill try to change it. HA! if ever that C2 will make me sad, ill make sure my remaining&lt;/span&gt; subjects are going to cheer me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;&lt;yabang..&gt;&gt; ^_^&lt;/span&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/7808326456861403286-4099876466962900183?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/4099876466962900183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808326456861403286&amp;postID=4099876466962900183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/4099876466962900183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/4099876466962900183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-nang-matapos-ang-c2.html' title='at nang matapos ang C2'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-2822139675681272038</id><published>2007-05-18T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-19T01:31:01.332Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for Him'/><title type='text'>at nang makapag-isip-isip ang bata.. ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nakokonsensya ako.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been thinking again after hours of posting my last blog. I am feeling that I am ignoring again to be really thankful of God's blessings He is pouring everyday into my life. How can I say this? It is for the fact na dapat ay ikukuwento ko yung magandang nangyari sa akin last Wednesday &lt;strong&gt;ASAP&lt;/strong&gt;. As in next to that blog &lt;strong&gt;STAT&lt;/strong&gt;. But I didn't. Parang nabigo ko na naman tuloy Siya, un ang feeling ko. So sana, okay pang ihabol to bago ko magblog leave ulet for the end-of-the-school-year exams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, [breathe and concentrate first, feeling happy now]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yun nga. I went to an assessment and interview for a college here near our area. Eventhough I was not that confident at all and I knew that my chance for getting a place is like 5%, I still gathered my guts and showed up. Why? It is for the reason I badly need to transfer to that college. My current college is too far [travel time by train is almost one hour plus another half hour by the bus.. &lt;strong&gt;lucky me &lt;/strong&gt;kung wala pang traffic yun! ^^'] and if ever I can get a place to this college I am applying to, well, my travel time will be only 30 mins MAX! Just imagine the extra time I will get if ever. Plus my travel fee will be just half cuz I don't need the expensive train fee anymore. All of those plus the other advantages I won't mention anymore is depending in that late afternoon interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem: I know my chances were too small. I was not confident.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Reasons for lack of confidence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt like[and btw still feel] didn't learn anything at all this year and a high score in the assessment was badly needed. You'll know why soon. So if I can, I have to prove to the assessors, or at least ^_^' pretend that I am a genius.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am currently doing A-Levels. I am currently in my first year and for those who aren't familiar with the UK Ed. System, A-Level is a two-year level. AS and A2. To sum it up, it is really difficult to transfer to another college when you are at this level because of the many complicated reasons. I'll give you the major 2: different examination boards[highly likely your current one won't match to another college] and of course, the 'loyalty' aspect. The college's priority is their own students. Me?probably will be on the waiting list? waahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just like last year, I don't have any reference at all. Why? I need my current teacher to be my reference and I cannot and am not stupid enough to ask my teacher to do a reference for me because I am planning to transfer to another college. No, no, no. Trying to picture it in my mind.. nOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continuation of no.3.. If it was difficult last year to apply to AS year without any reference at all [I understand, they were just skeptical and wanted the best for their college], then this time, it will be waaaaayyyyy difficult than the last year. Maaannn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;etc. etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why did I still show up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Reason for my courage and guts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt; His plans always. I don't want to question His plans for me and I won't ever, ever [ill give not my best but my all] do ask Him why things are happening that way. Maybe there were a couple of times I tried to answer the reasons for the situation I was in, but still I didn't hate them. Those were the times that I realized I was the one who was not doing her best and therefore, the one that was lacking... reminding me the next time to do my very best. See. We lose &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but still&lt;/span&gt;, He's always giving prizes. For me, they were the lessons He carefully designed to treat my battle wounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So back to the 'courage and guts' issue. Of course, if I believe in Him, I need to do my part, too. &lt;strong&gt;Believing&lt;/strong&gt;, I believe, is not enough. We need to take our &lt;strong&gt;actions&lt;/strong&gt;, too. He'll pull His miracles, yes. But we need to &lt;strong&gt;fight&lt;/strong&gt; for them, too. To &lt;strong&gt;prove&lt;/strong&gt; ourselves to Him we are somehow &lt;strong&gt;worthy&lt;/strong&gt; of the miracles, little or great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's why, however small my chance is, I did show up. With a smile. I was nervous and kinda losing confidence but I did my best, I believe. I just spoke to Him in my mind, if He's going to give this to me, I will be very thankful. If not, still thankful and understand that maybe, He still wants me to learn some things in my current school. Experiences and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:00 pm&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Left the house a bit early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:31 pm&lt;/strong&gt; arrived at the interview a bit early, waited for my turn [I was last..heheh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:45 pm&lt;/strong&gt; did the assesment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:20 pm &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;answered the interviewer's questions [feeling ko bibitayin na nila ako sa dami ng tanong],&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:40&lt;/strong&gt; waited again for the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:48&lt;/strong&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Finally, He answered. I got the place. Thank God! [so elated, happily singing while walking, crossing the road, not feeling any worry at all though running late at my Maths evening class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Before going to sleep and after expressing eternal gratitude for His mercy, last thought:&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;definitely have to share this to my blog first thing tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;surf the net.read a quote. thought it would take long to elaborate the good news posted in the previous blog.attacked by laziness.posted questions instead.log out.shutted down pc.late at night turned it on again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Nakokonsensya ako..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808326456861403286-2822139675681272038?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/2822139675681272038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/2822139675681272038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-nang-makapag-isip-isip-ang-bata.html' title='at nang makapag-isip-isip ang bata.. ^^'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-4300858965087741704</id><published>2007-05-18T12:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-18T12:40:54.143Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>at isang blog question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was kinda reading net stories [dunno if they're true-to-life or just fiction] this noon when i encountered a quote saying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'you don't have to wait for the right time or any time to tell someone you love him/her. cuz maybe, just maybe, there will be no next time at all.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know why but I paused for a while and digested those sentences. Then questions were formed inside my mind which I am going to ask you now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what if you are not sure? Is it really love if you are holding back? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;do we really need to tell someone that we love them if we are not letting anything to happen after that..? eventhough we know that it won't make any difference at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;lastly, i will repeat the second question.. DO WE REALLY NEED TO TELL HIM/HER???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, it's just that, for me, i thought my idea was NO. I mean, sometimes, we don't have to. cuz sometimes, we are just being selfish by doing so. But i dunno now. When I read that quote, somehow, it made me doubt my answer to that. Aarrrggghhh... what a drag.. I am now thinking things a bit too much. Maybe I was knocked off by that last sentence.. and finally, last question swirling my thoughts: &lt;strong&gt;What are we going to do if we decided to tell them finally and there is really no next time this time?!? &lt;/strong&gt;Aarrrggghhh!! what a&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; drag&lt;/span&gt; quote.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808326456861403286-4300858965087741704?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/4300858965087741704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808326456861403286&amp;postID=4300858965087741704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/4300858965087741704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/4300858965087741704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-isang-blog-question.html' title='at isang blog question'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-1458119362190430304</id><published>2007-05-17T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:03:53.568Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc'/><title type='text'>at the time i am back on track, so thankful!!</title><content type='html'>:D &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am back at last!&lt;/span&gt; and something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; happened! Indeed, &lt;strong&gt;Big J is showering me blessings these past few days&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;can't wait for the sad part..&lt;/em&gt; hehehhe.. well, whtever it will be, it's definitely worth it. hmmm.. just blab the details next post.. for the meantime, just updating that i am really happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;MOOD: SOOOO GLAD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;^______________^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808326456861403286-1458119362190430304?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/1458119362190430304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808326456861403286&amp;postID=1458119362190430304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/1458119362190430304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/1458119362190430304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-time-i-am-back-on-track-so-thankful.html' title='at the time i am back on track, so thankful!!'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-5960848755226456419</id><published>2007-05-13T16:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-13T16:11:34.879Z</updated><title type='text'>Away Mode:</title><content type='html'>waahh.. dito ko ngaun net cafe, tsira pc namen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so idle muna .. heeehh miss ko na agad blog ko.. heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ngaun ko narerealize kung gano na ko nagiging adek sa pc.. hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, another lesson learned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero magawa na sana .. heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeya guyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808326456861403286-5960848755226456419?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/5960848755226456419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808326456861403286&amp;postID=5960848755226456419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/5960848755226456419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/5960848755226456419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/05/away-mode.html' title='Away Mode:'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-2305108575709381870</id><published>2007-05-11T13:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:28:53.052Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short notes'/><title type='text'>ohayou!! murneng!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;just woke up.. wondering what's today's surprises will be.. mood: Being thankful to God for another life, another chance He gave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;isMayL tayong lahat. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808326456861403286-2305108575709381870?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/2305108575709381870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808326456861403286&amp;postID=2305108575709381870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/2305108575709381870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/2305108575709381870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/05/ohayou-murneng.html' title='ohayou!! murneng!!'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-903552596833838411</id><published>2007-05-10T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-10T19:57:22.466Z</updated><title type='text'>'Balanga'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sz-wholesale.com/uploadFiles/Cellphone%20anti-thief%20alarm_%20promotional%20gifts_266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.sz-wholesale.com/uploadFiles/Cellphone%20anti-thief%20alarm_%20promotional%20gifts_266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sz-wholesale.com/uploadFiles/Cellphone%20anti-thief%20alarm_%20promotional%20gifts_266.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Ano yun, Balanga?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Missing you that time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I called our friend and chatted for a while. Then she told me she's going to our 'tambayan'. I wished I could go with her but that is so 'miles away'. We are miles away from each other.. and i couldn't, cannot do anything about that. The phone was passed into our tropa's hands.. except yours. I told them i don't want to talk to you, to avoid issues reliving themselves.. we're already past beyond that.. i don't want to disturb that so-called 'peace' we already established.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I left you several times, yes. But u also did without knowing.. More times than I did. So maybe, what we have now is the better, the best. giving me this thought a tap. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'what we realy need is the best but the best is not always what we really want'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Human nature. Sometimes, i just want to do whatever makes me happy.. thank God He's doing His best to wake me up in every moment I am being selfish. I know u understand me, that's why eventhough u said u didn't want to, u still let me go. I thought I let you go first, but when the moment u did let go, I was hurt that I wanted to cry. I did manage not to shed those tears, I laughed, but still I was hurting inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting over you? Yeah, congratulate me for that, 'hoy' After these years, I did. Thanks to the distance we have now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;O gusto ka raw kausapin. Ibibigay ko ha?' &lt;/em&gt;said our tropa's Ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oy wag, may masabi na naman sila jan. Wag ganon. Saka na lang siguro.' &lt;/em&gt;I replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But she didn't hear me cuz she was already talking to you and the next thing I knew, I was already curious of what I've heard from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Bakit ayaw mo kausapin? Kunwari pa to!'&lt;/em&gt; that's what she said referring to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Huh? Ayaw mo rin ako kausapin? Why?'&lt;/span&gt; Those are the questions I asked in my mind. Our friends were excited talking to me, telling me the latest happenings..news.. lovelifes.. even rumours.. but I couldn't understand all of them anymore. My mind was already occupied. Of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Phone card was expired. Sudden urge to call again and ask. But &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hell, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That was 2 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Ano yun, Balanga??'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Called again today. For the first time in almost 2 years without communication, I heard your voice. Not talking to me, but just in the background. Felt my heart skipped a beat. Heard its beat growing loud. Ptsk. I am back to square one. Wondering if I ever was really over you. Found myself smiling.. playing that 3-word sentence from you inside my mind, over and over again, without me wanting to. Guess I am really pathetic huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Missing you this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am wondering now if i really stop missing you.. maybe yes, maybe no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting over you? Guess the answer will have to wait til I see you again, huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;'Ja matta ne.'&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/7808326456861403286-903552596833838411?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/903552596833838411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808326456861403286&amp;postID=903552596833838411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/903552596833838411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/903552596833838411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/05/balanga.html' title='&apos;Balanga&apos;'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-347463013040632</id><published>2007-05-07T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-08T12:38:44.905Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nAfRL6-ppTw/RkBvLOllB2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/ptHjFCoFSB8/s1600-h/66994158.WW9JjjsN.imageseDSC_0053"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062168219849394018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nAfRL6-ppTw/RkBvLOllB2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/ptHjFCoFSB8/s320/66994158.WW9JjjsN.imageseDSC_0053" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seaside calls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by hearing your voice already made my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy for a while til I come to lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in my bed I finally come to realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my love, my joy, my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most bittersweet sorrow I’ve ever felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a star I can admire from afar but never could reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long I gaze on upon this cold lonely night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet a star that brings me hope and smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And continues to be my companion this entire lonely night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the sun rises up in the east, your light is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s already another day, dreams are of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That spiteful rays outshines my dearest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I struggle for another waking moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secretly waiting for your shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set upon me once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greets the moon with tender gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see your light again, my dearest star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let tomorrow be for tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up , wake me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808326456861403286-347463013040632?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/347463013040632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808326456861403286&amp;postID=347463013040632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/347463013040632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/347463013040632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/05/seaside-calls.html' title=''/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nAfRL6-ppTw/RkBvLOllB2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/ptHjFCoFSB8/s72-c/66994158.WW9JjjsN.imageseDSC_0053' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-3978822051622839165</id><published>2007-03-08T01:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-08T02:27:09.047Z</updated><title type='text'>at nang nagself-pity ang isang bata..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't really want people to see my tears, let alone my lonely thoughts.. but i found myself in front of the computer, typing, typing what i really feel inside. No one knows me, same situation in this blog. i don't care what you will think of me when you read this, but to hell with it.. i signed up for this blog cuz i've seen it as an outlet.. however i think, whatever i write, how complicated i feel..they don't matter... just want to throw these all out.. in my 'trash can'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life in my country was kinda like a puppet, like pinocchio.. i lived there for the reason of pleasing and making my loved ones happy.. so i tried to achieved what they wanted me to be.. but like pinocchio, back there, at least i had some freedom.. i even got to do what i really wanted to do.. have fun with my 'friends' but i think i had been unfair to them. Cuz of my commitment to my family,[they didn't force me anyway] i did not really share to them the real me. Well, maybe there was a time i did try. But i think i wasn't that lucky. For that, i am sorry. i tried to change, but i think i was just tired. &lt;em&gt;Ang hirap kase saken, pag minahal ko na, madali na lang ako masaktan.&lt;/em&gt; As time passed by tuloy, i became cold. There were years too that i didn't even shed a single tear. I&lt;em&gt; thought naging fully cynic and hard na talaga ako..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the present, now i come to realized that in almost two years ive spent in this foreign country, it became worse. Why? Cuz i didn't even noticed the time passed by.. Yep, i am not that cold anymore. In fact, iyakin na ulet ako. I, again, feel the vulnerability i had during my elementary days. &lt;em&gt;Maybe malaking factor ung napalapit na ulet ako sa Kanya&lt;/em&gt;.Of course i am happy im with my mum and lil brother here but i just realized too, that i did not have my own life anymore. &lt;em&gt;Complicated na ano? Magulo talga ako magkwento.&lt;/em&gt; ^_^ I want to become successful here not because i really want to. Simple lang ako. I just don't want to let my mum down again after all the sacrifices she made for us. Of course, she's not forcing me but if you are really a good daughter, for the best mum in the world, you will also do everything. But sometimes, &lt;em&gt;katulad ngayon, naiiyak ako.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Especially pag nag-away kame ng bro ko sa walang kakwenta-kwentang bagay.&lt;/em&gt; My world is revolving around them. I don't have time for others. But i got to see my brother.. he has a girlfriend which is natural, he has close friends which i am happy for him.. but somtimes i feel lonely. whenever i have problems , lalo nga kung nag-away kame.. i don't have anyone. I am not the kind of person who is used to telling others how i feel. As ive said, i hate it when others see me crying. I cant tell my mum cuz i dnt want her to be upset. So my 'mimortal', &lt;em&gt;pagtiyagaan mo ako ha.. im really pathetic. Mamaya, sa Kanya naman ako magsusumbong. hahah.. so iyon lang po.. Pasensya na.. patapon talga to. Sana may makapulot..&lt;/em&gt; ^_^' &lt;strong&gt;That is His promise&lt;/strong&gt;.. someday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808326456861403286-3978822051622839165?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/3978822051622839165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808326456861403286&amp;postID=3978822051622839165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/3978822051622839165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/3978822051622839165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-nang-nagself-pity-ang-isang-bata.html' title='at nang nagself-pity ang isang bata..'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-6774535387125299497</id><published>2007-01-25T14:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:09:40.116Z</updated><title type='text'>at nang maglaho ang mga inhibitions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I love you. Mahal kita. Mahal na mahal na mahal. Ikaw lang talaga. Kahit gaano katagal, maghihintay ako. Basta wag lang ung ganito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Minahal mo ba ako kahit man lang konti?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mahal talaga kita..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5 mins left..&lt;br /&gt;Nako naman.. wala na ba talaga akong panahong ikwento ang istoryang ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut down your computer now and quietly leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Yes, Sir!' &lt;/em&gt;Naman talaga uh.. wala, wala na talaga. Kung kelan nasa mood ako para bigyan ng ending tong nilulumot ng istoryang to.. sige na nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For editing later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then she left..without saying a word..without him knowing if she's leaving for good, if she's leaving his life for real, or if she's gonna return to give life to his dreams again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;no promises.. with tears falling .. she left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;iipit na ang bookmark.. tulog muna tayo.. ^^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808326456861403286-6774535387125299497?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/6774535387125299497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808326456861403286&amp;postID=6774535387125299497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/6774535387125299497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/6774535387125299497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/01/at-nang-maglaho-ang-mga-inhibitions.html' title='at nang maglaho ang mga inhibitions..'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-1989299555232647757</id><published>2007-01-23T21:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:51:47.887Z</updated><title type='text'>at sa wakas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nAfRL6-ppTw/RbaDCfbU_0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MOOhBHyOOR4/s1600-h/102-boy-waves-lf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023346513197465410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="142" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nAfRL6-ppTw/RbaDCfbU_0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MOOhBHyOOR4/s320/102-boy-waves-lf.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; un nga! at sa wakas, nakita ko rin ung kanta na pinagpupuyatan kong hanapin sa net!! woohoo!! champagne na, mga pre! heheh! jowks lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;muli ko na namang napatunayan na totoo talaga ang golden kasabihan na &lt;em&gt;'pag hinahanap mo, mahirap talaga makita. Subukan mong tigilan, magpapakita sa'yo."&lt;/em&gt; Agree talaga ako rito. Kasi most of the times talaga, it is true. Lalo na ung kandagigil ka na sa kahahanap, dugo't pawis na ang ibinuhos mo [&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eksaj na naman..&lt;/span&gt; ], lalo namang di magpapakita, lalong magtatago, lalong magpapakipot. Pag tinigilan mo naman, tingnan mo, parang nagpapapansin na bigla mo na lang makikita sa tabi mo. Ewan ko talaga. Bakit nga kaya ganun? Kumusta naman kaya sila noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tulad nga ng kantang un, kung kelan nga tinigilan ko na[&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mind u, di uso sa akin ang giving up, mahilig ako sa challenge kaya lang nasagad na ko weh&lt;/span&gt;] saka naman biglang may nagsend sa akin kahit di 'ko hinihingi. May paparinig lang raw sa akin na song. Tingnan ko raw kung maganda. Naks! Nang tumugtog na, walastik, syet! na lang nasabi ko. Tingnan mo talaga ang pagkakataon nuh? Astig talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kaya nga sa mga taong naghahanap jan, pag narindi na kayo, subukan nyo toh. Umupo kayo sa isang tabi, o kaya, do something else. Keep ur mind busy. Ung parang di mo na naiisip na kanina lang eh kandagigil ka na sa kahahanap, ung talagang totally mabubuhay ka ng wala un.. tingnan mo talaga.. bigla na lang susulpot un. Minsan sa di mo inaasahang lalagyan, o kaya sa pinakakaraniwang lugar, &lt;em&gt;sa tabi mo&lt;/em&gt;.. minsan kasi, baka bulag na rin tayo. o masyado na lang makakalimutin. naks, walang ganon.. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808326456861403286-1989299555232647757?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/1989299555232647757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808326456861403286&amp;postID=1989299555232647757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/1989299555232647757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/1989299555232647757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/01/at-sa-wakas.html' title='at sa wakas!'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nAfRL6-ppTw/RbaDCfbU_0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MOOhBHyOOR4/s72-c/102-boy-waves-lf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808326456861403286.post-8044895180357691641</id><published>2007-01-20T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:57:02.564Z</updated><title type='text'>at the moment..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://naniesan.free.fr/wallpapers/animes/bleach/bleach2_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://naniesan.free.fr/wallpapers/animes/bleach/bleach2_1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is Like a Boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobody knows who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I never felt this empty before&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever need someone to come along,&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna comfort me, and keep me strong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are all rowing the boat of fate&lt;br /&gt;The waves keep on coming and we can't escape&lt;br /&gt;But if we ever get lost on our way&lt;br /&gt;The waves would guide you through another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dooku de iki o shiteru toomei ni natta mitai&lt;br /&gt;kudayami ni omoe dakedo mekaku shisarete tadake&lt;br /&gt;inori o sasagete atarashii hi o matsu&lt;br /&gt;asayaka ni hikaru umi sono hate made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobody knows who I really am&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they just don't give a damn&lt;br /&gt;But if I ever need someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;I know you would follow me, and keep me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hito no kokoro wa utsuriyuku mukedashiteku naru&lt;br /&gt;tsuki wa mada atarashii shuuki de mune o tsureteku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And every time I see your face&lt;br /&gt;The ocean heaves up to my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna strain at the oars, and soon&lt;br /&gt;I can see the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, I can see the shore&lt;br /&gt;When will I see the shore?&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd feel this way towards you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if you ever need someone to come along,&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you, and keep you strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tabi wa mada tsuzuiteku odayakana hi mo&lt;br /&gt;tsuki wa mata atarashii shuuki de ume o terashidasu&lt;br /&gt;inori o sasagete atarashii hi o matsu&lt;br /&gt;asayaka ni hikaru umi sono hate made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And every time I see your face&lt;br /&gt;The ocean heaves up to my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna strain at the oars, and soon&lt;br /&gt;I can see the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unmei no huneoko gi nami wa tsugi kara tsuki e to watashi-tachi o sou kedo&lt;br /&gt;Sore mo suteki na tabi ne, dore mo suteki na tabi ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I thought my first ever entry to this blog was a lil something about me. Guess I was wrong huh. n_n Well, that was really my plan from the start cuz well, this blog maybe will be of different things, but the centrepoint although might not so be, is all about me. But as we can see, as fickleminded as I am, it turned out to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is about Bleach. It doesn't have any impact on me , or maybe not yet. But that is what I am doin at the mo. Starting to watch Bleach. The story plot I read was nothing, just ordinary. But I became interested after hearing the 1st ending song, which is above. It was nice, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, this anime is a bit comical, I think. I saw the male protagonist kicked the female protagonist. Imagine that?!? He deliberately kicked her on her back!! My reaction was, 'What the heck was that?!?' and then I laughed. This is going to be fun cuz clearly he's not an all-dramatic-love-hero. Ha ha. And the girl is also tough. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know, I know. This is all crap. But hey, what is my blog caption? This is trash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har-har!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/7808326456861403286-8044895180357691641?l=mimortal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/feeds/8044895180357691641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808326456861403286&amp;postID=8044895180357691641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/8044895180357691641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808326456861403286/posts/default/8044895180357691641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimortal.blogspot.com/2007/01/at-moment.html' title='at the moment..'/><author><name>rajhlexis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09174079717225627873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7906/dontmesswitmevr0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
