<?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-7849998483200954469</id><updated>2012-01-27T16:49:17.306-08:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='work life'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='travel'/><category term='activism'/><category term='food'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='music'/><category term='art'/><category term='love'/><category term='Google'/><category term='blog things'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>In Retrosprect ...</title><subtitle type='html'>“The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-5830805595163301183</id><published>2012-01-18T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:54:07.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><title type='text'>Google's Search Plus Your World Or SPYW</title><content type='html'>My dear readers, although some of you are not acquainted to the SEO world, I would like to share a hot topic about Google. I don't know if you're familiar with &lt;a href="http://fiweru.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Search Plus Your World" or SPYW&lt;/a&gt; or "Search&lt;br /&gt;Plus", which is the newest change in Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9qeBX_ekpE/TxcDJnmwdWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EoxmLhrr0_A/s1600/search-engine-optimization-for-web-pages.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9qeBX_ekpE/TxcDJnmwdWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EoxmLhrr0_A/s320/search-engine-optimization-for-web-pages.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The transformation basically involves search results with personal and&lt;/div&gt;private content shared among Google+ users mixed in with matches from&lt;br /&gt;the public web. The ‘personal’ side involves three basic features:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personal Results&lt;/b&gt;, which enable you to find information just for you,&lt;br /&gt;such as Google+ photos and posts—both your own and those shared&lt;br /&gt;specifically with you, that only you will be able to see on your&lt;br /&gt;results page;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Profiles in Search&lt;/b&gt;, both in autocomplete and results, which enable you&lt;br /&gt;to immediately find people you’re close to or might be interested in&lt;br /&gt;following; and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;People and Pages&lt;/b&gt;, which help you find people profiles and Google+&lt;br /&gt;pages related to a specific topic or area of interest, and enable you&lt;br /&gt;to follow them with just a few clicks. Because behind most every query&lt;br /&gt;is a community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are strict limits to what kind of data Google can fetch from the&lt;br /&gt;two most popular social services in the world. Because of this&lt;br /&gt;feature, Google search results lessened the value of Twitter and&lt;br /&gt;Facebook but in return, they increased the attention on Google Plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZnXPz-aFts/TxcDnwJEAEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/F0-Zs_Macko/s1600/twitter+bird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZnXPz-aFts/TxcDnwJEAEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/F0-Zs_Macko/s320/twitter+bird.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, search results on your computer will vary depending on your&lt;br /&gt;Google Plus and Gmail account connections. Relevance may become off&lt;br /&gt;topic when it comes to this one. Instead of directing searchers to the&lt;br /&gt;most relevant information on the web, Google will show information&lt;br /&gt;about what they think you may have an interest in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "most important factor" here will be getting shares of your links&lt;br /&gt;from Google+ users who themselves have wide networks (sometimes called&amp;nbsp;“Power-Users”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companies and SEOs alike will need to develop strategies to gain the&lt;br /&gt;approval of these influencers in the respective niches. A +1 from&lt;br /&gt;their niche’s big shot will be the social equivalent of the&lt;br /&gt;.org/.edu/.gov backlink. In this way, links from high quality sites is&lt;br /&gt;paralleled to shares from G+ users with large networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On SEO's perpective, we will continue to lose more and more of our&lt;br /&gt;Keyword Referral data and will likely have to come up with alternate&lt;br /&gt;means of reporting organic traffic and business impacts on the&lt;br /&gt;keyword-level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Kid&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/7849998483200954469-5830805595163301183?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/5830805595163301183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/googles-search-plus-your-world-or-spyw.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5830805595163301183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5830805595163301183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/googles-search-plus-your-world-or-spyw.html' title='Google&apos;s Search Plus Your World Or SPYW'/><author><name>Fervil Von Tripoli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116815878678159649157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6-q2C52QZek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8kHCUozJ-tU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9qeBX_ekpE/TxcDJnmwdWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EoxmLhrr0_A/s72-c/search-engine-optimization-for-web-pages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6039477169104122276</id><published>2012-01-13T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:24:42.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Pig-out</title><content type='html'>You know folks, I'm not a food blogger but &lt;b&gt;I have a great eye&lt;/b&gt; (and tongue) ... for &lt;b&gt;FOOD&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't have any lens to capture what I eat every other day, I'll still be very happy to share you some of the most stunning and mouthwatering photos I got in the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dessert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--KEOPLExnrk/TxERF8wMAUI/AAAAAAAAAkU/f43RAxNP0H0/s1600/224124518925434115_KjhNhWVZ_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--KEOPLExnrk/TxERF8wMAUI/AAAAAAAAAkU/f43RAxNP0H0/s400/224124518925434115_KjhNhWVZ_c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frozen strawberries dipped in &amp;nbsp;yogurt.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUwlLncs3JI/TxETnSQs9oI/AAAAAAAAAmE/D1TQ5nJNUoI/s1600/49469295876374918_hBnZMHWM_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUwlLncs3JI/TxETnSQs9oI/AAAAAAAAAmE/D1TQ5nJNUoI/s320/49469295876374918_hBnZMHWM_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fruity Popsicles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-furQBQbyrB4/TxETNetAHvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/HhtVEUPFpZs/s1600/49469295876374917_qLH9j4ej_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-furQBQbyrB4/TxETNetAHvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/HhtVEUPFpZs/s400/49469295876374917_qLH9j4ej_c.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dark chocolate brownies, ginger ice cream plus salted butter caramel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtlK2rY3_-0/TxESaxxV5yI/AAAAAAAAAk4/L4HrGpHptDI/s1600/116319602845375432_lx5OJ4K6_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtlK2rY3_-0/TxESaxxV5yI/AAAAAAAAAk4/L4HrGpHptDI/s320/116319602845375432_lx5OJ4K6_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A colorful Halo-halo&lt;br /&gt;(credits to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://reiyakhu.tumblr.com/"&gt;Leia Khu&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;And if you only want to have a snack, you can get short orders lang from fast food restaurants. Lets say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkTT4nre6pw/TxEShV6Z1HI/AAAAAAAAAlw/HAkE-bsupdM/s1600/Leia+Fries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkTT4nre6pw/TxEShV6Z1HI/AAAAAAAAAlw/HAkE-bsupdM/s320/Leia+Fries.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twisted Fries, and&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXb1EZXJ_-0/TxEXB-XQLmI/AAAAAAAAAmM/q6ob0EHBC54/s1600/tumblr_lxlf5nQOe71r0zj28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXb1EZXJ_-0/TxEXB-XQLmI/AAAAAAAAAmM/q6ob0EHBC54/s320/tumblr_lxlf5nQOe71r0zj28.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isang simpleng burger&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pero kung masiba kana talaga&lt;/b&gt;, yung tipong parang drum ang sikmura mo chaka parang pang eat-all-you-can ang talent mo and you want to&amp;nbsp;pig-out, you can have all of these!:&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2lW5X_KYoc/TxESY4K_rYI/AAAAAAAAAkk/b-aXzshJAZg/s1600/49469295876374917_qLH9j4ej_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zu6cq5crWUA/TxESX40a7wI/AAAAAAAAAkc/fHmvwOIr9_Q/s1600/11329436532327294_m397em89_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zu6cq5crWUA/TxESX40a7wI/AAAAAAAAAkc/fHmvwOIr9_Q/s320/11329436532327294_m397em89_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porterhouse Steak&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9myxFzthgWk/TxESZf4INtI/AAAAAAAAAks/b6hfXxiqMyI/s1600/64880050851409778_USHZa093_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9myxFzthgWk/TxESZf4INtI/AAAAAAAAAks/b6hfXxiqMyI/s400/64880050851409778_USHZa093_c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sisig, One of my favorites!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVPdUQuc8ik/TxESaBbC6BI/AAAAAAAAAkw/5x-DNYz81Bk/s1600/79024168431203856_xxLUDxdv_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVPdUQuc8ik/TxESaBbC6BI/AAAAAAAAAkw/5x-DNYz81Bk/s400/79024168431203856_xxLUDxdv_c.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jalapeño Popper Chicken&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r5MPux-RQMo/TxESbpocUnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8z-kn_jVO_M/s1600/169166529722796185_HtvvDfWJ_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r5MPux-RQMo/TxESbpocUnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8z-kn_jVO_M/s1600/169166529722796185_HtvvDfWJ_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braised Teriyaki Chicken&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qugblc91_l0/TxEScNlJH_I/AAAAAAAAAlM/6JXUPBbaeLk/s1600/188799409348274014_3QkUeNcT_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qugblc91_l0/TxEScNlJH_I/AAAAAAAAAlM/6JXUPBbaeLk/s320/188799409348274014_3QkUeNcT_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sesame Crusted Ahi Tuna&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAPscbJ2tIE/TxESdNXKcyI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Frqv0wCfNbc/s1600/190136415487732917_iHbtmrIZ_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAPscbJ2tIE/TxESdNXKcyI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Frqv0wCfNbc/s320/190136415487732917_iHbtmrIZ_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Honey Pork Roast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KeNoJw3AoEM/TxESe4tTPgI/AAAAAAAAAlc/A09WgARDO0E/s1600/199706564695962680_nkuSrKvz_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KeNoJw3AoEM/TxESe4tTPgI/AAAAAAAAAlc/A09WgARDO0E/s400/199706564695962680_nkuSrKvz_c.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chicken Cordon Bleu Twisted&lt;br /&gt;(madali lang ito kaya mo tong gawin sa bahay mo)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWaRtcmMUWQ/TxESfp7gPGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/NSWAO2abGzc/s1600/231794712040959326_1OCWxZsm_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWaRtcmMUWQ/TxESfp7gPGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/NSWAO2abGzc/s320/231794712040959326_1OCWxZsm_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pepper Steak&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buLoUCnxyNo/TxESgViNELI/AAAAAAAAAls/xudqNZsydqo/s1600/271130840036264120_K0dIRHlp_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buLoUCnxyNo/TxESgViNELI/AAAAAAAAAls/xudqNZsydqo/s400/271130840036264120_K0dIRHlp_c.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roasted Lemon Garlic Herb Shrimp&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVDZmDYqIK8/TxEbcYoNszI/AAAAAAAAAmk/HP5OdVRR9qc/s1600/14566398764483033_ECTJ8hpU_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVDZmDYqIK8/TxEbcYoNszI/AAAAAAAAAmk/HP5OdVRR9qc/s320/14566398764483033_ECTJ8hpU_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At syempre Crispy Honey Garlic Chicken Wings&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just yesterday we (gf and me) went to Aruma Cafe to satisfy our stomachs. Matagal narin namen ninais na makapunta don, akala nga namen mahal pero mura lang pala. I had beef teriyaki and pineapple juice while 1 slice of Banoffee and Seafood Marinara naman kay syota. Of course we were pleased with their service, the food is great atsaka cozy yung place inside-out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1l5UA8rE8w/TxEYlbj1EII/AAAAAAAAAmc/tdBBwpcdlJQ/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1l5UA8rE8w/TxEYlbj1EII/AAAAAAAAAmc/tdBBwpcdlJQ/s320/a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/pig-out.html"&gt;Aruma Cafe Iligan City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPJz7pOHn-0/TwsY9lrROiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/4vtDX2qG8M8/s1600/texas%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPJz7pOHn-0/TwsY9lrROiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/4vtDX2qG8M8/s400/texas%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The Hamilton Pool Nature Preserve in Texas, USA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOimKLJV43Y/TwsY_FbdTXI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Y9pgHR6PxNo/s1600/cave%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOimKLJV43Y/TwsY_FbdTXI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Y9pgHR6PxNo/s400/cave%25285%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Devetashkata Cave&amp;nbsp; - Bulgaria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZF4ekYDTcs/TwsY_8X1JoI/AAAAAAAAAgU/RelVxx7JESM/s1600/chamin%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZF4ekYDTcs/TwsY_8X1JoI/AAAAAAAAAgU/RelVxx7JESM/s400/chamin%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Aiguill e du midi, Chamonix, France&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cH7wWw77ubo/TwsZBCfIuAI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YO2TQMXv5Tc/s1600/fourhands%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cH7wWw77ubo/TwsZBCfIuAI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YO2TQMXv5Tc/s400/fourhands%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;4 Hands&amp;nbsp; - Etretat, France&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KlVt-0HlwrQ/TwsZCaJ72EI/AAAAAAAAAgk/LeZG9e50iOQ/s1600/fr%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KlVt-0HlwrQ/TwsZCaJ72EI/AAAAAAAAAgk/LeZG9e50iOQ/s400/fr%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Méandre -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;En-Vau - Marseille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;(Bouches-du-Rhône)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKvjXufBP1o/TwsZGFj4-FI/AAAAAAAAAg0/w6s-KYOkDco/s1600/In+the+gardens+of+Prague+castle%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKvjXufBP1o/TwsZGFj4-FI/AAAAAAAAAg0/w6s-KYOkDco/s400/In+the+gardens+of+Prague+castle%25281%2529.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;In The Gardens of Prague Castle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--gw83D3jZSg/TwsZG5tWEgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/bZqoBrT39gs/s1600/irela%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--gw83D3jZSg/TwsZG5tWEgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/bZqoBrT39gs/s400/irela%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Neist Point, Isle of Skye - Scotland&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHbFVJL7xGY/TwsZIDwivWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Wtz7O4maUGw/s1600/jordan%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHbFVJL7xGY/TwsZIDwivWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Wtz7O4maUGw/s400/jordan%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Six Senses&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Evason Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’In Hot Springs&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;, Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9AIjov53t9I/TwsZKSrSENI/AAAAAAAAAhM/eX5P6yeAfas/s1600/lebanon%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9AIjov53t9I/TwsZKSrSENI/AAAAAAAAAhM/eX5P6yeAfas/s640/lebanon%25281%2529.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Baatara Gorge Waterfal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;l, Tannourine - Lebanon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fg9hreOEogU/TwsZLbwOGiI/AAAAAAAAAhU/xGHAkpyzcKA/s1600/Madeira%252C+Portugal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fg9hreOEogU/TwsZLbwOGiI/AAAAAAAAAhU/xGHAkpyzcKA/s400/Madeira%252C+Portugal.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Madeira, Portugal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pOZS87Lqzdo/TwsZNbIarvI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YC1L6uRbi74/s1600/nz%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pOZS87Lqzdo/TwsZNbIarvI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YC1L6uRbi74/s400/nz%25281%2529.jpg" width="336" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Abel Tasman National Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2r6gL0AqfU/TwsZPbD3S1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/VqmnCbZxglE/s1600/rio%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2r6gL0AqfU/TwsZPbD3S1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/VqmnCbZxglE/s400/rio%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Río Tampaón in San Luis Potosí -México&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NaYg_YZW3ws/TwsZQ9E16II/AAAAAAAAAhs/-yuiCFrMFJI/s1600/sharkisland%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NaYg_YZW3ws/TwsZQ9E16II/AAAAAAAAAhs/-yuiCFrMFJI/s400/sharkisland%25281%2529.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Shark Island - Sydney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQFNmYGll3k/TwsZSWxz49I/AAAAAAAAAh0/313h8dBv1-s/s1600/slingo_ireland%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQFNmYGll3k/TwsZSWxz49I/AAAAAAAAAh0/313h8dBv1-s/s400/slingo_ireland%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Ben Bulben at County Sligo, Ireland&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says travelling isn't fun and exciting? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-1971747493353725544?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/1971747493353725544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/coolest-places-in-planet-iii.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/1971747493353725544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/1971747493353725544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/coolest-places-in-planet-iii.html' title='Coolest Places In The Planet III'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPJz7pOHn-0/TwsY9lrROiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/4vtDX2qG8M8/s72-c/texas%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6247899477072881229</id><published>2012-01-08T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:05:25.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Coolest Places In The Planet II</title><content type='html'>Here's another set of pictures of the &lt;a href="http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/coolest-places-in-planet.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;coolest places in the planet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAEk0ETpDT8/TwlXBXFrMYI/AAAAAAAAAdc/nuQoU5Yz-IA/s1600/wash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAEk0ETpDT8/TwlXBXFrMYI/AAAAAAAAAdc/nuQoU5Yz-IA/s400/wash.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Lower Lewis River Falls - Gifford Pinchot&amp;nbsp;National Forest - Washington, USA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tuzpVyzuWU/TwlXC43Y2qI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JUW7hy52LWU/s1600/awa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tuzpVyzuWU/TwlXC43Y2qI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JUW7hy52LWU/s400/awa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Awa’awapuhi Trail Kauai, Hawaii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DkvkX_fCa4/TwlXDgHJEWI/AAAAAAAAAds/-ybknXUu-JU/s1600/bernn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DkvkX_fCa4/TwlXDgHJEWI/AAAAAAAAAds/-ybknXUu-JU/s400/bernn.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Bern, Switzerland&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQvJjY_cQTE/TwlXFC5yK5I/AAAAAAAAAd0/6n4kooTXEEw/s1600/Boracay+Island%252C+Philippines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQvJjY_cQTE/TwlXFC5yK5I/AAAAAAAAAd0/6n4kooTXEEw/s400/Boracay+Island%252C+Philippines.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Coron Palawan, Philippines&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T7g03xVcLT4/TwlXGlBXSCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/9Kb2a25VRuk/s1600/brazil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T7g03xVcLT4/TwlXGlBXSCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/9Kb2a25VRuk/s400/brazil.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Fernando De Noronha - Brazil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOxnKByHTVE/TwlXHq5p5ZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/3qXMiUHUs7o/s1600/chinaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOxnKByHTVE/TwlXHq5p5ZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/3qXMiUHUs7o/s400/chinaa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The Pearl Waterfall, Jiuzhaigou Valley, China&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q5QCs2dF_A/TwlXI8docJI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Ovte75QWUwY/s1600/Etretat%252C+Normandy%252C+France1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q5QCs2dF_A/TwlXI8docJI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Ovte75QWUwY/s400/Etretat%252C+Normandy%252C+France1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Etretat, Normandy, France&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q5hYAgFacw/TwlXJ9Z3XFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/xHT2ykGYSkQ/s1600/Golden+Horn+%25E2%2580%2594+Bol%252C+island+Brac%25CC%258C+in+the+Croatia_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q5hYAgFacw/TwlXJ9Z3XFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/xHT2ykGYSkQ/s400/Golden+Horn+%25E2%2580%2594+Bol%252C+island+Brac%25CC%258C+in+the+Croatia_.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Golden Horn, Brac Island - Croatia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5l1BAGAQy0I/TwlXLEsjEeI/AAAAAAAAAec/NQMSSU5ScLw/s1600/GoldenEye+in+St_+Mary%252C+Jamaica1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5l1BAGAQy0I/TwlXLEsjEeI/AAAAAAAAAec/NQMSSU5ScLw/s400/GoldenEye+in+St_+Mary%252C+Jamaica1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Golden Eye Hotel - St. Mary, Jamaica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1atr6TPi0F0/TwlXMGEJ1yI/AAAAAAAAAek/zNmFZ9d4WVA/s1600/Norway1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1atr6TPi0F0/TwlXMGEJ1yI/AAAAAAAAAek/zNmFZ9d4WVA/s400/Norway1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Norway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NqSD1bYre6Q/TwlXNZsSGoI/AAAAAAAAAes/3-R68dw1kqw/s1600/Pangong+Tso+Lake+in+the+Himalayas_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NqSD1bYre6Q/TwlXNZsSGoI/AAAAAAAAAes/3-R68dw1kqw/s400/Pangong+Tso+Lake+in+the+Himalayas_.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Pangong Tso Lake in the Himalayas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHaFqQ_9iFE/TwlXOf-NzXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/8_eu_Z9TgbM/s1600/porto+katsiki+lefkada+greece.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHaFqQ_9iFE/TwlXOf-NzXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/8_eu_Z9TgbM/s400/porto+katsiki+lefkada+greece.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Porto Katsiki, Lefkada Island, Greece&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh0Q7wNKN8U/TwlXPlh2kbI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3-Huj9-vRnA/s1600/SANTA+DOMENICA+NEL+SALENTO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh0Q7wNKN8U/TwlXPlh2kbI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3-Huj9-vRnA/s400/SANTA+DOMENICA+NEL+SALENTO.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Santa Domenica nel Salento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_w1c1G13CG4/TwlXQECCaFI/AAAAAAAAAfE/raHWBNukjpE/s1600/Sonevafushi-maldives1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_w1c1G13CG4/TwlXQECCaFI/AAAAAAAAAfE/raHWBNukjpE/s400/Sonevafushi-maldives1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Soneva Fushi, Maldives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1HG8xtOEJI/TwlXQyFbrPI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7WsKyUb4B0E/s1600/Spirit+Island++Maligne+Lake%252C+alberta%252C+canada+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1HG8xtOEJI/TwlXQyFbrPI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7WsKyUb4B0E/s400/Spirit+Island++Maligne+Lake%252C+alberta%252C+canada+.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Spirit Island, Magligne Lake, Alberta, Canada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WfQ86tTgAc/TwlXR-bQkoI/AAAAAAAAAfU/lgEPEdPzHK4/s1600/terraced-rice-field-china.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WfQ86tTgAc/TwlXR-bQkoI/AAAAAAAAAfU/lgEPEdPzHK4/s400/terraced-rice-field-china.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Rice Field Terraces in Yunnan, China&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yzWjSPI497c/TwlXTTei7hI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rgzHssKyQ8w/s1600/The+Whanganui+river++North+Island%252C+New+Zealand_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yzWjSPI497c/TwlXTTei7hI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rgzHssKyQ8w/s400/The+Whanganui+river++North+Island%252C+New+Zealand_.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The Whanganui River, North Island, New Zealand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G4VqUuo9Vvc/TwlXU84Rw7I/AAAAAAAAAfk/rZE-gePvNUU/s1600/Tiantan+Buddha+on+Lantau+Island.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G4VqUuo9Vvc/TwlXU84Rw7I/AAAAAAAAAfk/rZE-gePvNUU/s400/Tiantan+Buddha+on+Lantau+Island.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Tian Tan Buddha on Lantau Island, Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xiJN5mv-TS0/TwlXVuwO8dI/AAAAAAAAAfs/6jvkv-36KoA/s1600/treeportugal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xiJN5mv-TS0/TwlXVuwO8dI/AAAAAAAAAfs/6jvkv-36KoA/s400/treeportugal.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Alentejo, Portugal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGmmZKhuRqg/TwlXXGdDiVI/AAAAAAAAAf0/uk9BHfOxNoM/s1600/ve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGmmZKhuRqg/TwlXXGdDiVI/AAAAAAAAAf0/uk9BHfOxNoM/s400/ve.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Rocky Village, Vernazza, Italy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejOqOL32bsI/TwlXYewlXDI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Vc_1TOPT9es/s1600/wa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejOqOL32bsI/TwlXYewlXDI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Vc_1TOPT9es/s400/wa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;William Bay, Western Australia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, &lt;a href="http://fiweru.blogspot.com/"&gt;which place is your pick?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-6247899477072881229?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6247899477072881229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/coolest-places-in-planet-ii.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6247899477072881229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6247899477072881229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/coolest-places-in-planet-ii.html' title='Coolest Places In The Planet II'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAEk0ETpDT8/TwlXBXFrMYI/AAAAAAAAAdc/nuQoU5Yz-IA/s72-c/wash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6146695176244275334</id><published>2012-01-08T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T03:11:05.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Coolest Places In The Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://fiweru.blogspot.com/"&gt;Have you tried travelling away from home?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I came across these awesome pictures in the web and would like to share them to you. These are collections of the &lt;a href="http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/coolest-places-in-planet.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coolest Places In The Planet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which I think, could be of your interest:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGjEqOoOWEQ/TwlQCe7xy2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/h1zpvAtB250/s1600/Wineglass_Bay_Freycinet_National_Park_Tasmania_Australia_04-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGjEqOoOWEQ/TwlQCe7xy2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/h1zpvAtB250/s400/Wineglass_Bay_Freycinet_National_Park_Tasmania_Australia_04-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Wineglass Bay, Freycinet National Park, Tasmania, Australia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8aBHHd6Kbo/TwlQDnU0-FI/AAAAAAAAAXs/yPjOrVvEvx8/s1600/antarc%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8aBHHd6Kbo/TwlQDnU0-FI/AAAAAAAAAXs/yPjOrVvEvx8/s400/antarc%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Ice Canyon - Greenland&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzpk5duwIBk/TwlQEs0o86I/AAAAAAAAAX0/I3Kz-N-2C5c/s1600/bora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzpk5duwIBk/TwlQEs0o86I/AAAAAAAAAX0/I3Kz-N-2C5c/s400/bora.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Four Seasons Hotel -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Bora Bora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7-5XPcAy2U/TwlQFxGLb-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/o71BHIPhUZ8/s1600/bridge%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7-5XPcAy2U/TwlQFxGLb-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/o71BHIPhUZ8/s400/bridge%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Capilano Suspension Bridge, Vancouver, British Columbia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_PfJATuD5ig/TwlQG_t4cMI/AAAAAAAAAYE/j24l1RbATWM/s1600/cave%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_PfJATuD5ig/TwlQG_t4cMI/AAAAAAAAAYE/j24l1RbATWM/s400/cave%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Restaurant near Sanyou Cave above the Chang Jiang river, Hubei , China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTW7jNI-1_A/TwlQHzYpSYI/AAAAAAAAAYM/moYM-PspNE8/s1600/caveice%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTW7jNI-1_A/TwlQHzYpSYI/AAAAAAAAAYM/moYM-PspNE8/s400/caveice%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Skaftafeli - Iceland&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqbrqW9Cd_Q/TwlQJhcbSWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lf7UjwLNMoE/s1600/cliff%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqbrqW9Cd_Q/TwlQJhcbSWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lf7UjwLNMoE/s400/cliff%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Preachers Rock, Preikestolen, Norway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h98Yay4-sBw/TwlQK4IWn0I/AAAAAAAAAYc/CGjrTbXiN1o/s1600/croatia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h98Yay4-sBw/TwlQK4IWn0I/AAAAAAAAAYc/CGjrTbXiN1o/s400/croatia.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Plitvice Lakes – Croatia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZ_n3bevWkE/TwlQMM7qERI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jtKSk062vcA/s1600/Crystalline+Turquoise+Lake%252C+Jiuzhaigou+National+Park%252C+China+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZ_n3bevWkE/TwlQMM7qERI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jtKSk062vcA/s400/Crystalline+Turquoise+Lake%252C+Jiuzhaigou+National+Park%252C+China+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Crystalline Turquoise Lake, Jiuzhaigou National Park, China&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-858O02devQo/TwlQNzds2MI/AAAAAAAAAYs/WmyMIQNUYRs/s1600/falls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-858O02devQo/TwlQNzds2MI/AAAAAAAAAYs/WmyMIQNUYRs/s400/falls.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Multnomah Falls, Oregon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32CK4E_wxdk/TwlQPERgHoI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XXHw6LGupww/s1600/gardens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32CK4E_wxdk/TwlQPERgHoI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XXHw6LGupww/s400/gardens.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The Gardens at Marqueyssac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB71jL49trY/TwlQQqOPF1I/AAAAAAAAAY8/HWUktNg0vP0/s1600/greece%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB71jL49trY/TwlQQqOPF1I/AAAAAAAAAY8/HWUktNg0vP0/s400/greece%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Blue Caves - Zakynthos Island, Greece&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0aPBoWObkT8/TwlQRgumvRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/njG0pz2IFTM/s1600/ice%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0aPBoWObkT8/TwlQRgumvRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/njG0pz2IFTM/s400/ice%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Ice skating on Paterswoldse Meer, a lake just South of the city of Groningen in the Netherlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yU7zd4NoQ5E/TwlQS0rrykI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xOzdvHs-7Qs/s1600/iceland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yU7zd4NoQ5E/TwlQS0rrykI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xOzdvHs-7Qs/s400/iceland.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;East Iceland&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qDzx8Y91O_Y/TwlQTmA-KII/AAAAAAAAAZU/CBHT02fO1WM/s1600/icelandd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qDzx8Y91O_Y/TwlQTmA-KII/AAAAAAAAAZU/CBHT02fO1WM/s400/icelandd.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Seljalandsfoss Waterfall on the South Coast of Iceland&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RBzoMHw6uc/TwlQUwRjqEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/jWx4uo3h6-E/s1600/india.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RBzoMHw6uc/TwlQUwRjqEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/jWx4uo3h6-E/s400/india.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Benteng Chittorgarh, India&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwE9gbX6KU8/TwlQWQacCqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/q7zxT2kvBIY/s1600/ita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwE9gbX6KU8/TwlQWQacCqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/q7zxT2kvBIY/s400/ita.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Riomaggiore, Italy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prPtWCv2Bd8/TwlQX3qm3nI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6vE0CO2S8mo/s1600/marble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prPtWCv2Bd8/TwlQX3qm3nI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6vE0CO2S8mo/s400/marble.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Marble Caves, Chile Chico, Chile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-uPQVI-HGs/TwlQZVCjULI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/x8WzO3TiTP8/s1600/morainelake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-uPQVI-HGs/TwlQZVCjULI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/x8WzO3TiTP8/s400/morainelake.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Valley of the Ten Peaks, Moraine Lake, Alberta, Canada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cp98xfK7cgs/TwlQaIlFdZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6LJGfZ1RUX0/s1600/Mount_Roraima_Venezuela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cp98xfK7cgs/TwlQaIlFdZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6LJGfZ1RUX0/s400/Mount_Roraima_Venezuela.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Mount Roraima - Venezuela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ROxk_CVY1U8/TwlQbvd6s_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/cYhuvxYnTEQ/s1600/netherlands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ROxk_CVY1U8/TwlQbvd6s_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/cYhuvxYnTEQ/s400/netherlands.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Keukenhof Gardens - Netherlands&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XSV_tHa5-_Y/TwlQcxFQ3-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Q8uMi-we4o8/s1600/norway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XSV_tHa5-_Y/TwlQcxFQ3-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Q8uMi-we4o8/s400/norway.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Norway Alesund Birdseye of City&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri5F9Zr8lqI/TwlQeEfY00I/AAAAAAAAAaU/oHpvYUxNIWI/s1600/ny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri5F9Zr8lqI/TwlQeEfY00I/AAAAAAAAAaU/oHpvYUxNIWI/s400/ny.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;New York City&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7d2wGFRXSA/TwlQftpgiRI/AAAAAAAAAac/O9b4tx5PYRA/s1600/patra%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7d2wGFRXSA/TwlQftpgiRI/AAAAAAAAAac/O9b4tx5PYRA/s400/patra%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Petra - Jordan (at night)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2v-xGbxhEk/TwlQglk2cJI/AAAAAAAAAak/EjPw6nutlhk/s1600/seych.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2v-xGbxhEk/TwlQglk2cJI/AAAAAAAAAak/EjPw6nutlhk/s400/seych.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Seychelles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1sqQ1TzMtvU/TwlQibcz54I/AAAAAAAAAas/ZjHBXEfU7Tg/s1600/thailand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1sqQ1TzMtvU/TwlQibcz54I/AAAAAAAAAas/ZjHBXEfU7Tg/s400/thailand.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Sky Lantern Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfrRW-7CqTE/TwlQjME4fZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/fOQS9akuT98/s1600/tusc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfrRW-7CqTE/TwlQjME4fZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/fOQS9akuT98/s400/tusc.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Lucca, Tuscany, Italy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wxHZpimwJrA/TwlQkbTp6nI/AAAAAAAAAa8/pTtg6cdg7xI/s1600/Verdon%252C+Provence+%2528Frankrijk%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wxHZpimwJrA/TwlQkbTp6nI/AAAAAAAAAa8/pTtg6cdg7xI/s400/Verdon%252C+Provence+%2528Frankrijk%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Verdon, Provence, France&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMEEOL2mM9I/TwlQldAz6eI/AAAAAAAAAbE/kNKELwlbu4w/s1600/wave%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMEEOL2mM9I/TwlQldAz6eI/AAAAAAAAAbE/kNKELwlbu4w/s400/wave%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'ucida Sans', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The Wave is on the slopes of the Coyote Buttes, which are in turn located in the Paria Canyon-Vermilion Cliffs Wilderness, on the Colorado Plateau, Arizona&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet there are also alot of &lt;a href="http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-29-2010-we-left-gensan-for-2-day.html"&gt;wonderful tourist destinations in the Philippines&lt;/a&gt;, specially in Mindanao.&lt;br /&gt;(credits from &lt;a href="http://www.thecoolhunter.net/"&gt;The cool hunter&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-6146695176244275334?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6146695176244275334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/coolest-places-in-planet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6146695176244275334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6146695176244275334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/coolest-places-in-planet.html' title='Coolest Places In The Planet'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGjEqOoOWEQ/TwlQCe7xy2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/h1zpvAtB250/s72-c/Wineglass_Bay_Freycinet_National_Park_Tasmania_Australia_04-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6917613764326439162</id><published>2012-01-05T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T03:13:14.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I Miss My Dogs</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you people but I have a big heart for domestic pets (especially dogs). I even got fascinated by the commercial of Microsoft. It shows a boy who gives a compelling Microsoft PowerPoint presentation to his skeptical parents, on why the family needs a dog. I too, was convinced by his presentation why should they need a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've never been born as an animal lover&lt;/b&gt;, in fact when I was young I use to throw sharp objects on cats who always steal food from our dining table.&amp;nbsp;I know its bad and I know that's not legal from your perspective, but don't worry okay? I just decided to quit doing the job. On the latter, I just decided to love them.. So that's what happened during my early years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A pet is not just a decoration inside your house&lt;/b&gt;. I always consider my pets as family members in our home. These pictures show my two loving pets, Troy and Chloe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/4XFGyNagZ64/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XFGyNagZ64&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XFGyNagZ64&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UaF-PqYhW0k/TwVo8NQG8TI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/I9RoseQaZqc/s1600/228932_272760839404015_100000103038299_1273477_7993269_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UaF-PqYhW0k/TwVo8NQG8TI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/I9RoseQaZqc/s320/228932_272760839404015_100000103038299_1273477_7993269_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Young Troy Getting Ready For Cuddles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WDX1wOveAnI/TwVqrPhi-fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/gerrWMFrdgE/s1600/296303_272761032737329_100000103038299_1273485_7722681_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WDX1wOveAnI/TwVqrPhi-fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/gerrWMFrdgE/s320/296303_272761032737329_100000103038299_1273485_7722681_a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Young Chloe Staring Sulkily&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F83eIn0DWPg/TwVo98V-K6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/xeDVZWpDKlM/s1600/312290_272760886070677_100000103038299_1273479_1468308_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F83eIn0DWPg/TwVo98V-K6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/xeDVZWpDKlM/s320/312290_272760886070677_100000103038299_1273479_1468308_a.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 mos. old Troy, &amp;nbsp;Asleep&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;These dogs are adorable, I tell you&lt;/b&gt;. There are a number of times they make me mad but at all times, they make me feel comfortable when I have them around. Like when I'm in bed, they scratch the door and open it a little (enough to insert their heads) to see if they can disturb me and play with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqy808nzKc8/TwVpAR-1nQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Bcyh9fNSiXM/s1600/381001_329395137073918_100000103038299_1506574_1626020849_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqy808nzKc8/TwVpAR-1nQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Bcyh9fNSiXM/s320/381001_329395137073918_100000103038299_1506574_1626020849_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe and Troy Staring From The Door&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PqHwG1NuWVM/TwVpC_wl7SI/AAAAAAAAAXM/u8mHn2d6CSI/s1600/391049_329395170407248_100000103038299_1506575_1650878251_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PqHwG1NuWVM/TwVpC_wl7SI/AAAAAAAAAXM/u8mHn2d6CSI/s320/391049_329395170407248_100000103038299_1506575_1650878251_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying To Sneak In After Seeing Me Awake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuPa7D-4fkY/TwVo_r9nJOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zNGva2I_6R4/s1600/373935_329395570407208_100000103038299_1506586_2099993909_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuPa7D-4fkY/TwVo_r9nJOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zNGva2I_6R4/s320/373935_329395570407208_100000103038299_1506586_2099993909_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing Some Love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qI_-2NdUyZE/TwVpA3jj53I/AAAAAAAAAW8/vracUDaJZug/s1600/381631_329395500407215_100000103038299_1506584_1294367623_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qI_-2NdUyZE/TwVpA3jj53I/AAAAAAAAAW8/vracUDaJZug/s320/381631_329395500407215_100000103038299_1506584_1294367623_a.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Kisses Too!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you are a pet lover or just on the way of becoming one, I might as well share this wonderful&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;"10 commandments for dogs and dog owners"&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;From a Dog's Point of View&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Regular separation from you will be painful and can even cause depression. Think before you buy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Give me time to understand what you want from me don't be impatient, short-tempered or irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Place your trust in me and I will always trust you back, respect is earned, not given as some sort of inalienable right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be angry with me for long, and don't lock me up as punishment. I am not capable of understanding why I am being locked up. I only know I have been rejected. You have your work, entertainment and friends. I only have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your tone. "You only have to look at my tail" to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget, if that treatment is unjust or bad, it may spoil the special bond between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Please do not hit me. &amp;nbsp;I cannot hit back, but I can bite and scratch and I don't ever want to feel the need to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you tell me off me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be wrong with me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food or I've been out in the sun too long, maybe my heart is getting old and weak, or maybe I'm just dog-tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Take care of me when I get old. You too will grow old and will also want care, love, and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, "I can't bear to watch" or "Let it happen in my absence".&amp;nbsp; Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember, irrespective of what you do I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmO1_nYg1Yg/TwVpCL_T66I/AAAAAAAAAXI/Ngcb66W9ozE/s1600/386627_329560333724065_100000103038299_1507050_1814961811_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmO1_nYg1Yg/TwVpCL_T66I/AAAAAAAAAXI/Ngcb66W9ozE/s400/386627_329560333724065_100000103038299_1507050_1814961811_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reflection&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do not hurt the animals and do not mistreat them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt; for they haven't done anything wrong against you, Okay? Treat them properly, because it will reflect that you have a good heart not only for animals, but to others as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-6917613764326439162?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6917613764326439162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-miss-my-dogs.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6917613764326439162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6917613764326439162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-miss-my-dogs.html' title='I Miss My Dogs'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UaF-PqYhW0k/TwVo8NQG8TI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/I9RoseQaZqc/s72-c/228932_272760839404015_100000103038299_1273477_7993269_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6997470659686281144</id><published>2012-01-03T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T03:23:28.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Horizons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gahchs9W5Hs/TwLks7bV2_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/UDM7Yfft_Ro/s1600/new-horizon-bob-bennett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gahchs9W5Hs/TwLks7bV2_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/UDM7Yfft_Ro/s320/new-horizon-bob-bennett.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In every start of the year, we always feel being renewed. There's always this feeling of freshness that drives you to start a new life and get some more experience in living. What ever it is, it is yours to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-6997470659686281144?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6997470659686281144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-horizons.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6997470659686281144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6997470659686281144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-horizons.html' title='New Year, New Horizons'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gahchs9W5Hs/TwLks7bV2_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/UDM7Yfft_Ro/s72-c/new-horizon-bob-bennett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6738046631556070525</id><published>2011-12-27T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T19:44:14.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Hurricane Sendong Death Toll Approaches 1,500</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Authorities have intensified the search for bodies as the death toll from flash floods that devastated entire communities in Mindanao, Southern Philippines still continues to rise. Today, the estimate has gone up to 1500 deaths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OxdgEMxKFYA/TvqPi8-rcJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8577_KDRGqc/s1600/cagayan-de-oro-flood-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OxdgEMxKFYA/TvqPi8-rcJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8577_KDRGqc/s320/cagayan-de-oro-flood-2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sendong Ravages Cities of CDO and Iligan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; According to the latest tally done by the Office of Civil Defence, Cagayan de Oro City has 891 confirmed deaths and Iligan City has 451 confirmed deaths. The rest of those who’ve perished are from several other provinces.  Most of the bodies are still unidentified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; Civil defense head Benito Ramos promised to the relatives and friends of those whom are missing that “the search will continue as long as we are recovering bodies.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; Bodies have been found floating in the sea as far as 100 kilometers from the two cities that, on December 16, have been hit by a month’s worth of rainfall in just 12 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; Navy sailors have recovered 13 bodies—one of which was a headless girl who appeared to have been hit and trapped by logs that were caught by the floods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; As 60,000 homeless were spending a woeful Christmas in crammed schools and gymnasiums, the United Nations initiated an appeal for $28M to assist the displaced population of Cagayan de Oro and Iligan. According to the civil defence, around 2,000 people from Surigao City were evacuated where a child was reported missing in the floods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; Experts say that the enormous death toll was partly caused by deforestation and soil erosion. In light of this, President Benigno Aquino III, who had already banned logging ten months earlier, has ordered a thorough investigation into the reason of the high number of deaths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; Meanwhile, &lt;a href="http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-is-story-behind-oppression.html"&gt;Communist Guerrillas&lt;/a&gt; (CPP-NPA) in the south threatened to punish multinational companies for their environmental destruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; Jorge Madlos, the spokesman of the Rebels said that they sought funds from huge pineapple and banana plantations and other companies, to send to the victims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rN9x_lPnkik/TvqPtguVN5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/TTHmAp9wG5k/s1600/06npa01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rN9x_lPnkik/TvqPtguVN5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/TTHmAp9wG5k/s320/06npa01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ka Oris, CPP-NPA Spokesperson&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; Companies that were threatened aren’t so enthusiastic with the rebels’ Robin Hood act, according to Madlos. “That’ll be a factor when we decide which ones to punish first”, Madlos added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; Besides deforestation and soil erosion, another factor in the enormous death count was illegal settlements directly along Cagayan River.  Thousands of people lived in shanties on the banks directly along the water’s path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7849998483200954469-6738046631556070525?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6738046631556070525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/12/hurricane-sendong-death-toll-approaches.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6738046631556070525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6738046631556070525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/12/hurricane-sendong-death-toll-approaches.html' title='Hurricane Sendong Death Toll Approaches 1,500'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OxdgEMxKFYA/TvqPi8-rcJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8577_KDRGqc/s72-c/cagayan-de-oro-flood-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-5231055047359042460</id><published>2011-12-25T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:32:55.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Have a happy Christmas everyone. I got my new blessing just today. I celebrated my Christmas away from home but I really enjoyed my Christmas season. Be home on the 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family. And yes, clan reunions will be right next to it. Of course &lt;a href="http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-29-2010-we-left-gensan-for-2-day.html"&gt;trips for Christmas vacation&lt;/a&gt; will be there too. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yConFkInb4/Tvb0ImQNH6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/a-vIlisbVHM/s1600/beautiful-christmas-tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yConFkInb4/Tvb0ImQNH6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/a-vIlisbVHM/s320/beautiful-christmas-tree.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a happy yule season.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone enjoyed their noche buena last night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-5231055047359042460?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/5231055047359042460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5231055047359042460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5231055047359042460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yConFkInb4/Tvb0ImQNH6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/a-vIlisbVHM/s72-c/beautiful-christmas-tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-3941872956767635813</id><published>2011-12-25T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:04:09.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Dec. 17, 2011: Typhoon Sendong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;December can be considered as the most festive month for everyone. People would become very busy wrapping gifts, decorating wreath in their doors and some christmas lights outside their houses and of course get ready for the "simbang gabi sessions". But just right by the time the "simbang gabi" session would start, a tragic and horrifying experience shook the whole Philippines and the whole world. Located at the southern part of the Philippines lies Iligan City, the place were I am currently living, was swooped by a heavy flashflood of Typhoon Sendong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;At around 1:00 am of Saturday, when everyone were gently sleeping in their bed a sudden flash of heavy water poured down onto the houses of the people living in Brgy. Hinaplanon, Bayug Island, Mandulog, and Digkilaan. In just a matter of minutes, the water level rose from knee level &amp;nbsp;reaching up to the roof of the houses. Not even the Mandulog bridge withstood the strong gush of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/9wfSq-Zn_RI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9wfSq-Zn_RI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9wfSq-Zn_RI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6w6sMyfuu0/Tvbnk-81JOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xxjeV3xYLms/s1600/399794_340234696003568_100000511223415_1487379_1373930963_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6w6sMyfuu0/Tvbnk-81JOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xxjeV3xYLms/s320/399794_340234696003568_100000511223415_1487379_1373930963_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around 5:30am of Friday, the heavy flood still dominated.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Like the flood, the news were flashing rapidly too. The number of victims keep on rising, missing persons where everywhere. Children and old-aged were counted as most victims. I am still depressed on what happened. We were very blessed that we were protected from the danger brought by typhoon Sendong, knowing that Brgy. Hinaplanon is just the second baranggay to where I am residing. Still, I was in shock after hearing the flash news in the morning... I was thinking about those people I knew which were living in the area of the flash flood.&amp;nbsp;In the afternoon, we came to see the area affected by the flood. To me, it is still unbelievable, because such incident could only happen once in a blue moon in Iligan City.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6qpj6Fe5tY/TvbgrsstaBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/V7UmIAAhr1c/s1600/iligan-city-typhoon-sendong-killed-many-iliga-L-waYO3l.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6qpj6Fe5tY/TvbgrsstaBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/V7UmIAAhr1c/s320/iligan-city-typhoon-sendong-killed-many-iliga-L-waYO3l.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;After the flashflood, dead bodies were recovered.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day people where placing tents on the highways. I felt like my heart's being crushed seeing children asking for alms on the dark streets. Most of those children who survived after the calamity are still in trauma. Whenever they hear a sound of heavy rain, they just cry and panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYYqI0c-k9c/Tvbx_DphiHI/AAAAAAAAAU8/SuUP0r1TSFU/s1600/390800_343677892314562_342295172452834_1614648_1413420933_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYYqI0c-k9c/Tvbx_DphiHI/AAAAAAAAAU8/SuUP0r1TSFU/s320/390800_343677892314562_342295172452834_1614648_1413420933_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Statistics As Of Dec. 20, 2011.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the number of deaths accounted more than 1000. Hard to imagine, in just one day, such many lives were suddenly taken.&amp;nbsp;I ought to think that it would become a happy year for everyone. Just a week before Christmas, who would have thought typhoon Sendong would turn the laughters and joys into mourning and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;For people who have good hearts and wanted to donate, feel free to contact the number indicated at the picture below. You can donate any items, in cash or in kind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0VWmDxhyp7M/Tvbo0ESG-yI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_2WGrJp9sR0/s1600/387275_2350318840700_1331971729_3881089_719121589_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0VWmDxhyp7M/Tvbo0ESG-yI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_2WGrJp9sR0/s320/387275_2350318840700_1331971729_3881089_719121589_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-3941872956767635813?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/3941872956767635813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/12/dec-17-2011-typhoon-sendong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/3941872956767635813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/3941872956767635813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/12/dec-17-2011-typhoon-sendong.html' title='Dec. 17, 2011: Typhoon Sendong'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6w6sMyfuu0/Tvbnk-81JOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xxjeV3xYLms/s72-c/399794_340234696003568_100000511223415_1487379_1373930963_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-8286361592949664365</id><published>2011-12-02T04:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T04:42:22.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>There Is A Story Behind Every Oppression</title><content type='html'>It's already December. Time runs fast that I couldn't even remember how my life rolled.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was thinking what happened during the past Decembers, I suddenly remembered one special person. I was very thankful I was one of the chosen few who stood with her the time she dared to struggle to fight against fascism and oppression. She might be one of the faceless people who lived in this hard time, but she was one gallant heroine in the heart of the struggling masses, in the eyes of her comrades who fought with her, and to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might not able to share her life to all the people in this planet but I am hoping that her life will touch the hearts of some people who tend to visit my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;------------------------oOo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HShuEl3nrTA/TtjFRyWmAxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/oLnx3qcLLho/s1600/kimay.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HShuEl3nrTA/TtjFRyWmAxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/oLnx3qcLLho/s200/kimay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681507839292867346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;IN MEMORY OF &lt;a href="http://arkibongbayan.org/2010/2010-01Jan04-Kimay/kimay.htm"&gt;KEMBERLY JUL LUNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ISKOLAR NG BAYAN, FREEDOM FIGHTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Umaalis ang mga anak upang habulin ang kanilang mga pangarap, at malao’t madali, maraming magulang ang tumutunton sa duguang bakas ng kanilang mga anak…upang sunduin ang kanilang bangkay at iuwi ang pinakadakilang katibayan ng kanilang pagkatao.&lt;/i&gt;” – Lualhati Bautista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We, from the League of Filipino Students (LFS) and the Student Alliance for the Advancement of Democratic Rights (STAND) in MSU-IIT, express our utmost grief and sorrow over the death of our beloved comrade Kemberly Jul Luna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kemberly, or “Kimay,” as she was known to her friends and comrades, was an AB English student in MSU-IIT. Known for her beauty and intellect, Kimay gained a lot of friends inside the school and out and has shown a lot of talent. She was a high school valedictorian and has participated in a lot of academic and cultural events. She was, for a time, a member of MSU-IIT’s Kalimulan, a cultural dance group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She was also an active member of the Catholic Center Campus Ministry, where she became a leader of the Educational Committee. There, amidst the daily masses, boarding house meetings and other activities, she concluded that faith without action is dead. She always sought for ways to show that her Christian faith will not be confined to empty words and prayers, but will be brought out to the real world and be coupled by relevant action based on concrete conditions. She believed that faith should not be a lifeless dogma. She believed that just like Jesus, one must bring faith to serving the people— without thought of oneself. And just like Jesus, to die in service of the poor and oppressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She joined LFS early in 2008 and had been an active participant in the League’s many activities, including the National Interfaith Humanitarian Mission (NIHM) of October 2008 in the face of humanitarian crises plaguing the war-stricken Moroland. She was part of the local secretariat and headed the area preparation committee in Poona Piagapo, one of the target municipalities for the Mission. Daring as always, Kimay did not hesitate entering the war-torn village of Tagoranao to uncover the effects of indiscriminate aerial bombing and militarization in the area. She also convinced one of the victims to make a testimony openly on the events in the affected areas in Lanao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She actively joined the “No to All-Out War” campaign and various other campaigns, including the campaign against US intervention in the country and militarization of peasant and Moro communities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the opening of the first semester, she was chosen as the ad hoc chairperson of STAND-IIT. From then on she brought the cry of the youth and student sector in classroom and group discussions and out to the streets in rallies where she acted as STAND-IIT’s official spokesperson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kemberly was a very good example to her comrades and to the people around her. She showed youthful fervor and gave her heart to everything she did inside the organization. She was once a quite heavy drinker and a late riser as an ordinary student, but when she joined the League, she showed exemplary effort to remould and do away with her old habits. She shelled herself off of all the petty-bourgeois individualism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the opening of the second semester, we found out that she did not enroll. Later, she asked for her resignation as STAND-IIT chairperson, saying that she would stop school and do full-time peasant organizing work with KASAMA-Bukidnon, a province-wide peasant organization. She stood firm with her decision, saying she would like to do more in service of the poor, and that she could only do that in the countryside, where the majority of the poorest people live. On January 2009, after a short Christmas visit to her family in Surigao, Kemberly went off to Bukidnon to start her community work. She promised however that she would maintain correspondence with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On August 2009, we received a letter from her saying that she left KASAMA-Bukidnon but did not say where she went to and that she is happy where she was at that time, and that she has learned to love the peasant masses more with each day she lives with them. Kimay also happily shared to us her experiences in the peasant communities, from helping the peasants harvest corn to teaching them to read and write and do a little arithmetic, since literacy in the area is extremely low. She was also known to the people in the community as a health worker, often called as “Ma’am Nurse.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kimay is a true “iskolar ng bayan,” who did not waste the people’s tax money spent for her education only for personal ambitions, but used her time, talent and intellect in service of the of the people. She traded her comfortable life of night parties and hangovers for the cold, harsh and mosquito-ridden mountains of Bukidnon because she knew that she is in the right path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At mid-December last year, we learned that Kemberly was missing through a report from Karapatan-Bukidnon Chapter, a human rights organization. A number of LFS and STAND-IIT members went to Bukidnon to join the search. We searched for her in the camp of the 403rd Inf Bde, 4th ID, PA but the officials of the brigade prevented us from entering the camp and denied that Kemberly is in their hands. During the middle of the search however, we learned that Kemberly died in an encounter with elements of the Philippine Army in Sitio Bulacao, Brgy. Concepcion, Valencia City. She was a member of the New People’s Army (NPA).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We found Kimay’s corpse lying with a few others in the middle of the forest of Bulacao, unattended by the state forces who were bound by agreement to respect the casualties of war, combatant or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But Kimay died an honorable death. She died because she fought for what she believes in until the very last minute of her life. She chose the path of armed struggle, firmly believing that there is no greater form of struggle to advance the interests of the toiling masses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The state and the military have been fictionalizing the New People’s Army’s image as a pack of delinquents, of tramps who lack a better future, but Kemberly was a good example of the many bright and talented youth who have opted to join the people’s army in the the advancement of the people’s war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We salute Kimay for her determination. She was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice— all for the interest of the people without thinking of herself. She has proven that this rotten social system breeds unrest and many of the younger generation long for a better society that is based on social justice. This system pushes many of our youth to take up arms to achieve the national democratic goal. We believe that her death poses a challenge to all of us— that unless we make steps to address the root problems of our society, more and more young people will follow Kemberly’s footsteps in the days to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also salute her parents, who were in deep pain, but calmly accepted her fate. They respected her decision to choose the path less traveled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The League of Filipino Students and STAND-IIT vow to pursue the national democratic struggle, not just because this is precious to Kemberly, but because we believe in its relevance in answering today’s basic social problems. We stand firm, as Kimay did, that a true people’s scholar should not confine himself/herself inside the four walls of the classroom and study empty theories on the chalkboard. A true scholar uses his/her talents and intellect to serve the studentry, as well as the broad masses of the people. She never let her schooling interfere with her education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Long live the memory of Kemberly Jul Luna! Long live the national democratic struggle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------oOo------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;PARA KAY KIMAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Higit sa lahat iyong napatunayan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kung pano mabuhay ng tama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinalimutan ang sarili para sa isang dalisay na tungkulin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang pagsilbihan ang bayang inalipusta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hindi inalintana ang pagod at pighati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pagkat nahanap ang kanlungan sa piling ng masang api&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dugo ang naging puhunan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para isulong ang inaasam na kalayaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang ala-ala mo’y maisasapuso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Higit kanino man, sa masang pinagsilbihan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanging mithi mo’y hindi mapag-iiwanan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ito’y magpapatuloy hanggang sa katapusan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra sa isang matalik na kaibigan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kapatid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mabuting anak ng bayan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bayani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kem…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Larawan ng isang matapang at mapangahas na rebolusyonaryo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maraming maraming salamat…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isang mapulang pamamaalam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-In5fg6BUim4/TtjF6MT65DI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B41RKJHS6rY/s1600/kimay3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-In5fg6BUim4/TtjF6MT65DI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B41RKJHS6rY/s200/kimay3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681508533455742002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's almost two years since you left, but your presence is still in my heart. You will never be left forgetten Kem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/7849998483200954469-8286361592949664365?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/8286361592949664365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-is-story-behind-oppression.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/8286361592949664365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/8286361592949664365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-is-story-behind-oppression.html' title='There Is A Story Behind Every Oppression'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HShuEl3nrTA/TtjFRyWmAxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/oLnx3qcLLho/s72-c/kimay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-548967197673338910</id><published>2011-11-28T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:54:31.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><title type='text'>How The "Search" Started: Evolution Through Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Find out how Google started and how the evolution of Search came into life in the hearts of entrepreneurs, branding, sales and marketing in the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is really amazing. It gaved me a clearer idea about Google and their goal in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="276" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mTBShTwCnD4" width="430"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/7849998483200954469-548967197673338910?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/548967197673338910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/11/official-google-blog-evolution-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/548967197673338910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/548967197673338910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/11/official-google-blog-evolution-of.html' title='How The &quot;Search&quot; Started: Evolution Through Time'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mTBShTwCnD4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-1237872120699440105</id><published>2011-11-26T11:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:41:50.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Angry Birds Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yquwzr5D0dI/TtFT0t4NYPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/k9-_9irwmtU/s1600/317748_2385108995517_1484521632_2671140_1776808111_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679412770224562418" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yquwzr5D0dI/TtFT0t4NYPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/k9-_9irwmtU/s200/317748_2385108995517_1484521632_2671140_1776808111_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 156px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Trust me, everybody loves the ANGRY BIRDS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who among the Filipino youth these days don't know what an &lt;b&gt;Angry Bird&lt;/b&gt; is? Even in our country, some of my folks almost recognize them as the national birds? Haha, that's one big crack over there. But seriously although it was just one funny argument to begin with, it pricked me a little telling me that Filipinos were fascinated and are quite obsess with these cute little animals. I'm an avid fan myself and I cannot help myself from buying shirts and stuffs having the birds print.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proof Of Purchase:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaIHdoFXAYw/TtFFdroVeKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/wiQVrNTTS-s/s1600/300767_281399795204429_100000032332332_1192706_105384552_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679396981321332898" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaIHdoFXAYw/TtFFdroVeKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/wiQVrNTTS-s/s200/300767_281399795204429_100000032332332_1192706_105384552_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And this one's a proof that I bought one for my GF&lt;/b&gt; (just look at the headdress, don't mind the model lol!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_9XPvQObW8/TtFHAcLhWrI/AAAAAAAAAPg/v260r-wS1BA/s1600/388911_301573149853760_100000032332332_1266909_719041380_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679398677980994226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_9XPvQObW8/TtFHAcLhWrI/AAAAAAAAAPg/v260r-wS1BA/s200/388911_301573149853760_100000032332332_1266909_719041380_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So What If They Are Angry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Are you kidding me? That's their asset but of course! In the first place, they wouldn't have been called "Angry Birds" if they won't look fierce and does not have features like their fuzzy and thick eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nevertheless, they have captured the hearts of the many because of their charisma. I'm still in love with these birds but not as much as my girlfriend love them (and I sometimes think she loves em'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; more than she loves me O_o). Yes, she always plays the Angry Birds facebook app in her dull moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There are many series of videos of Angry Birds that can make you dumbfounded. But there's this one that &lt;a href="http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-29-2010-we-left-gensan-for-2-day.html"&gt;I love most&lt;/a&gt;. I already viewed this like ten to fifteen times already but their jokes still keep me rolling on the floor laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's the video&lt;/b&gt;. Listen closely and pay attention to what these birds have to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="276" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bMltvlqEM54" width="430"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As for those who haven't witness the menace of the Angry Birds, here's one for you. Well, I guess there's no harm on trying the Angry Birds game in the Facebook apps. I'm pretty sure it will make you and your momma angry too. Hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*make faces*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&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/7849998483200954469-1237872120699440105?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/1237872120699440105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/11/angry-birds-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/1237872120699440105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/1237872120699440105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/11/angry-birds-attack.html' title='The Angry Birds Attack'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yquwzr5D0dI/TtFT0t4NYPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/k9-_9irwmtU/s72-c/317748_2385108995517_1484521632_2671140_1776808111_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-4632700957299883539</id><published>2011-11-23T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:55:08.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Word Of The Lourd</title><content type='html'>Aside from being on TV5, did you know that this Tee Ice "Bawal mag share" commercial guy is also an activist, author and the male lead vocal of the great spoken word-jazz-funk-punk-avant chacha band Radio Active Sago project. Not long ago, I bought one of his book entitled "This is a Crazy Planets", but sad to say I unintentionally left it to a friend's house. But, I'm pretty sure I can have it back. How I wish they (friends) could hand over the book a little too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His band, the Radio Active Sago Project, is famous for their work on "Tanginamo Andaming Nagugutom sa Mundo Fashionista Ka Pa Rin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of the Gusto ko ng Baboy Sydrome years. It was music, the rhapsody, the bass, the all. Gahd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a little obvious? Francis De Veyra is the man. One of a kind blatant freakazoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="276" lowfullscreen="" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uMD2b2Gwato" width="430"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-29-2010-we-left-gensan-for-2-day.html"&gt;Give him a break&lt;/a&gt;. Go Lourd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-4632700957299883539?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/4632700957299883539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/11/word-of-lourd.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4632700957299883539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4632700957299883539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/11/word-of-lourd.html' title='Word Of The Lourd'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uMD2b2Gwato/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-671745980814064118</id><published>2011-11-13T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:24:44.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Edge FM 95.9</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="430" height="276" src="http://www.ustream.tv/embed/5839962?ub=006699&amp;amp;lc=54ABD6&amp;amp;oc=ffffff&amp;amp;uc=ffffff" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border: 0px none transparent;"&gt;    &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live streaming on the Edge FM 95.9 Station in Iligan City. Chillin` with music while waiting for my salary to arrive. Union Bank must have some technical problems because many were complaining about the very delayed update in their accounts. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*buffer buffer*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-671745980814064118?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/671745980814064118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/11/edge-fm-959.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/671745980814064118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/671745980814064118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/11/edge-fm-959.html' title='The Edge FM 95.9'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-5876363772479980835</id><published>2011-11-13T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T00:00:36.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>And There Was Pipes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialmediaeatery.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/yahoopipes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://socialmediaeatery.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/yahoopipes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you aware of the so-called Yahoo! Pipes. Well, if not, lemme give you a close hint of what it is. Yahoo! Pipes simply connects some pages and articles in the internet depending on how you would arrange them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been practicing about article syndication by using the methods of RSS submission and Yahoo! Pipes. I was very happy playing with the pipes. It gives me more interest in making many pipes however I am still wondering if there are people around who could teach me how to boost these pipes and gain traffic to my money site using this method? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not look good like other pipes made by more knowledgeable inviduals in the internet but I'd like to share some of the pipes I made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;a href="http://pipes.yahoo.com/pipes/pipe.info?_id=04d82fe6fe6069349be7f960e2c61594"&gt;Insurance Articles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;a href="http://pipes.yahoo.com/pipes/pipe.info?_id=107e57f2ad9849f0d66cd70b897e8dca"&gt;Insure Direct Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;a href="http://pipes.yahoo.com/pipes/pipe.info?_id=37f69b7e5ced1fe4dc624ad7ddc23a37"&gt;Insure Direct Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;a href="http://pipes.yahoo.com/pipes/pipe.info?_id=dac942f28afab659bcd5c179329a88d6"&gt;Top Insurance News&lt;/a&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/7849998483200954469-5876363772479980835?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/5876363772479980835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-there-was-pipes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5876363772479980835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5876363772479980835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-there-was-pipes.html' title='And There Was Pipes!'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-8831462343327681052</id><published>2011-08-30T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:53:15.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Guys Guys Guys Listen UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhsrLe2phFI/TuMP3c6iVEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nnChcn-KDIA/s1600/autoinsurance-89.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhsrLe2phFI/TuMP3c6iVEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nnChcn-KDIA/s320/autoinsurance-89.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was out for a long time and today, I am so dead tired... have been very busy researching about the best seo techniques and the most effective link building methods and found myself looking over some&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.insuredirect.com/"&gt;cheap auto insurance&lt;/a&gt; articles on blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoah! Need a break, I need something new. Fresh, Yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been researching blogs about auto insurance and luckily, I found out that they are just out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the following blogs that I have found out to be precise and might as well make them as your reference when you would want to look for car insurance. I advise that you should learn more about insurance before diving into a deal with an insurance agent or company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://idirect098.wordpress.com/"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://instances12.livejournal.com/"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://justgotluckytoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://knol.google.com/k/lisa-hickey/-/37njiylhn4ox0/0#"&gt;Knol&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://insure098.grouply.com/blog"&gt;Grouply&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://insure007.grou.ps/blogs"&gt;Grou.ps&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://insure007.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://fiamyou.weebly.com/"&gt;Weebly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check them out and learn from these blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-8831462343327681052?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/8831462343327681052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/08/guys-guys-guys-listen-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/8831462343327681052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/8831462343327681052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/08/guys-guys-guys-listen-up.html' title='Guys Guys Guys Listen UP!'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhsrLe2phFI/TuMP3c6iVEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nnChcn-KDIA/s72-c/autoinsurance-89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-7006394906048050396</id><published>2011-03-03T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:42:16.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Confining My Self</title><content type='html'>It's our third monthsary tomorrow. And right now, I'm &lt;a href="http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-29-2010-we-left-gensan-for-2-day.html"&gt;reminiscing the moments&lt;/a&gt; of our togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first monthsary, we haven't had any celebrations because we were both away from each other. To compromise, after seeing each other with excitement we had a wonderful getaway, wandering to places where we thought we are at peace and in love. Of all the things that had happen, this month had a very blissful memory for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the second, before celebrating we had a fight over a small thing. After that argument she said "let's make this a thank you and i'm sorry day." There and then she knew that she was insensitive sometimes and i had the opposite heart for that. It was the first time of testing my patience (i know i don't have much of it and it's really hard to stretch it out). But then again, we sustained. Several days had gone by and I saw it that we were so in love with each other and I'm so loving every bit of it (from simple text messages to mushy talks and cuddles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this third month of being together, i had a feeling of discontent. we had a rough time because of being busy working. and almost everyday, we are stressed (we almost turned ourselves into zombies because we rarely take sleep). It was odd, I felt the chill.  I never thought she'd turn into something like this (being cold to me at times) we've been like this for three consecutive days from now... and I had a hard time coping with this idea. I've became a worrywart due to my transgressions. Being with her alone in the whole afternoon is great, but not talking with each other for the whole duration of that time is tormenting... the silence is deafening, her silence is killing me softly. I don't even know when, where, why and how it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time, I became her shock absorber but I don't have the capacity to become her stress reliever. and I am so sorry for that. I pity myself for being a liability to the people around me. I am trying to cope with these stuffs in my own way. But silently, i'm in pain. It is really terrifying to see her in silence... especially when we are alone with each other. She didn't even bother talking to me. and I think my fault is that i'm thinking too much and i'm taking things seriously just like what i'm doing right now. I'm being subjective to every details i see in her actions... because i cannot fathom the depth of her silence.&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to end the melancholy inside my heart. I can't even understand myself why am I so upset with these small thoughts of mine. Maybe I'm just blinded by these things and I cannot get the idea that she needs to unwind and relax herself for a while. She became so restless lately, and I think our problem is an offshoot to that restlessness. I would always sound so annoying to her because I always ask her if she's okay (and she don't want to elaborate on what she feels at that moment). It's pissing her off. How I had L's blank facial expression so that others couldn't tell what I feel inside after seeing her like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After feeling of not being catered and sensing her coldness to me, I had the idea of staying at home for a week. just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, happy third monthsary. i love you dearest boss. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-7006394906048050396?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/7006394906048050396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/03/confining-my-self.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7006394906048050396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7006394906048050396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/03/confining-my-self.html' title='Confining My Self'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-1408114109969576489</id><published>2011-01-26T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:23:31.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Pondering in the Midst of Silence</title><content type='html'>When silent takes place, I always think of something about my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several questions that make me more vulnerable. Lucid but blatant to my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been good son to my parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a good eldest brother to my siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a good friend to my colleagues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I do well serving the people during my full time work in the organization?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been a sweet boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to me if i'm like this today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in few years time, will I be a good father to my child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, some people around this planet might think the same thing when their alone and kept in silence. Did they found the answers in their heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe I'm just bothered. :c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-1408114109969576489?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/1408114109969576489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/01/pondering-in-midst-of-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/1408114109969576489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/1408114109969576489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/01/pondering-in-midst-of-silence.html' title='Pondering in the Midst of Silence'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-561914683023144096</id><published>2011-01-03T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:42:50.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Si Twing At Si Kiking</title><content type='html'>Naniniwala ka ba sa love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Ako hindi!&lt;br /&gt;Wala bang kamera jan?&lt;br /&gt;Nadedevelop lang naman ako sayo eeh…&lt;br /&gt;(Mais)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro, Jollibee Burger Value Meal #1 lang hiningi ko…&lt;br /&gt;Jollibee Happy Kiddie Meal ang binigay mo&lt;br /&gt;Me Go Large drinks at fries pang kasama…&lt;br /&gt;(Waw ha? O.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi mo,&lt;br /&gt;Sinagot mo ko para may dahilan kang bumalik mula sa iyong paglisan.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko sa sarili ko,&lt;br /&gt;Tama bang ako ang maging dahilan para para ika’y bumalik mula sa iyong paglisan?&lt;br /&gt;(Balik ra nu?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi mo,&lt;br /&gt;You’re more than enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko sa sarili ko,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko talaga alam kung napatunayan ko na ba yan sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes. Nag.emut naku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi mo,&lt;br /&gt;Pinkyswear, Fervs Tripoli?&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko sa sarili ko,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko kayang mangako dahil takot akong masaktan kita.&lt;br /&gt;(Fugxhure kanding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi mo,&lt;br /&gt;Parati mong naaalala na sa tuwing madaling araw tayo’y naglalakad papuntang parke.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko sa sarili ko,&lt;br /&gt;Isa ba yan sa mga alaalang nakaukit na sa puso mo palagi?&lt;br /&gt;(Matai lageh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi mo,&lt;br /&gt;I’m so blessed having you.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko sa sarili ko,&lt;br /&gt;Sa iyo ko pa lang narinig ang mga linyang yan. Jus mio. Tagos sa buto.&lt;br /&gt;Akong dughan nagbuto buto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi mo,&lt;br /&gt;All I know is i’m with myself when I’m with you, yong totoong ako.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko sa sarili ko,&lt;br /&gt;Nakow. When I’m with you, kiligon dayon kooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magulo man ang isip ko, wala man akong pakialam sa takbo ng buhay,&lt;br /&gt;naiinis ka man tuwing lumalabas ang kapilyohan ko,&lt;br /&gt;sakit man ako sa ulo, damay ka man sa mga kalokohan ko,&lt;br /&gt;bolero man ako, masarap man akong kausap,&lt;br /&gt;masugid mo man akong tagapakinig,&lt;br /&gt;o sirang plaka na ako…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw lang ang nakaranas ng lahat ng yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya kana…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal lang talaga kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;happy 1st manxari mai big lablab. I MISS YOU na talaga. :’c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me nabasa ako dati..&lt;br /&gt;Present tense lang daw kasi yowng “&lt;a href="http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-big-lablab.html"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat daw  “I HAVE BEEN LOVING YOU”…&lt;br /&gt;Past. Present. En future progressive. ^^.&amp;lt;  Ayan ha? Sa tex ko lang yan napunit. Hahaha.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kuan bitaw, I LOVE YOU, at I HAVE BEEN LOVING YOU pajud.&lt;br /&gt;Atsaka LOVELOTS pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ug sa bisaya pa… Bisi ka? Lihog kog dakop sakong kasingkasing dai kai nag.ambak ambak sa kalipai. Nag.uros uros na oh giliw koh.. gugma na ni. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-561914683023144096?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/561914683023144096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/01/si-twing-at-si-kiking.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/561914683023144096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/561914683023144096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2011/01/si-twing-at-si-kiking.html' title='Si Twing At Si Kiking'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-5486318066631685740</id><published>2010-12-19T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:22:11.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog things'/><title type='text'>Blogthings.com Speaks the Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE SICKNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thefirstdatetest/results/?rone=2&amp;amp;rtwo=1&amp;amp;rthree=1&amp;amp;rfour=2"&gt;You Fall in Love Quickly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thefirstdatetest/date.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are yourself in relationships. You are very honest and real sometimes to your detriment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is exciting and invigorating. Love puts a spring in your step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have a checklist when it comes to your perfect partner. You're open to whatever happens in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You connect to others easily, and you want to figure out if there's a spark as soon as possible. You don't hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I CRAVE FOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoyoucravequiz/results/?result=Love"&gt;You Crave Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyoucravequiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel like life is really worth living if you don't have anyone to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that in the end, relationships are what matter most - and you put love first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you've already found your true love, you're looking for more people to care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never like your life to be too quiet. You prefer it to be filled with friends, conversation, and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHAT TYPE OF CAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thecaroracle/results/?result=8"&gt;You Are a Playful Orange Car&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecaroracle/orange.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an enthusiastic, outgoing person who loves being around other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit of an entertainer, and you enjoy being in the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll do almost anything for a laugh or a gasp. You like to be outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bold and brave. You break all the rules and never get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE GOURD TEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thegourdtest/results/?result=2"&gt;You Are Bright&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thegourdtest/gourd-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one smart cookie, but you're never a show off when it comes to revealing how much you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's likely that you read and process a lot of information. You love to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wise beyond your years, and true friends know to count on you for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand difficult concepts with ease. It's rare that anyone has to explain anything to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WAW WINE DAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofwineareyouquiz/results/?result=Blanc"&gt;You Are Sauvignon Blanc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofwineareyouquiz/blanc.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaging and energetic, you have a lot to offer the world - most of it they've never seen anywhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the type of person who carves your own path in life... and you invite everyone else to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing predictable about you is that you could have anything up your sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all about sampling all of life's experiences. Both the savory and unsavory ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down you are: Laid back and young at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partying style:  Anything goes... seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your company is enjoyed best with: Smoked meats or spicy food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-5486318066631685740?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/5486318066631685740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-sickness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5486318066631685740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5486318066631685740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-sickness.html' title='Blogthings.com Speaks the Truth'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-454872698988573660</id><published>2010-12-12T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:22:01.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Big Lablab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/TQSyp8g-CnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yxw8-ndCVIE/s1600/65728_183345745012192_100000103038299_694642_8117286_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/TQSyp8g-CnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yxw8-ndCVIE/s200/65728_183345745012192_100000103038299_694642_8117286_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549757074516085362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when i found myself back at Iligan City. Who would have thought that i could return to the place where i ought to stay. My primary objective was "to get my honorable dismissal, leave MSU-IIT for good and enroll for the 2nd semester - in Gensan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gi-taningan man daw kog duha ka semana sa akong mama. 2 weeks turned into a month.. 2 months actually. Instead of getting my honorable dismissal, i decided to try enrolling in IIT for the last time. I failed to enroll, but i managed to convince my parents that i should stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ana nga span of time, I've met my old friend Ramil. He was the one of the greatest friend I had, sobra, as in... matay lageh. (wa pa si amiel di unta mi mag ila sa akong pagsintang parurot oh giliw ko!) hehehe. As promised, he would teach me how to earn money online. Sabot namo dapat dugai rato. Pero siguro God intended to put me in Iligan sa karon na mga panahona because naa sya'y surprise gift paras koa -- akong Boss. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Kiking back when we were at Spire(balay sa pantat). First impression nako? ditah, hilumon. And guess what? I was right. Hahah. The first time we met I hardly remembered her name. What i remember was that she always wear pink glasses and it's kinda cute. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/TQSxoPDotjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jvsX-DvA8Ug/s1600/58038_183063255040441_100000103038299_692079_3268382_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/TQSxoPDotjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jvsX-DvA8Ug/s200/58038_183063255040441_100000103038299_692079_3268382_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549755945621960242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro tungod sa kaloko nga personality nako i got easily attached to Cindy (yab ni Amiel) and Kiking. Ang panagsang pakigsandurot ay nasundan ng nasundan ng maraming beses... Bdei ni Cindy, tambay moments sa streytmart, ov sa netshops. So the foundation of our friendship (namong ufat) became thicker in just a short period of time. Tungod sa series of overnights, dungan snacks, ROFL moments kuyog si Boss naisip na nako nga pwede ko ma-inlab sa iya. &amp;lt;3  It came to the point when we seldom see each other. Mao pod tong time nga si Ramil og Cindy had a tough fight. Kami na lang ni Ramil sige ug kuyog and sa pikas kai si Cindy ug si Boss. I missed her though. Pero kanang mga panahuna, kiwa pa ilihok. I mean, lisod pa makigstorya kai kiking personally. Naga storya rami by means of facebook. Skeptical pa akong first approach kai i react on her notes and on ther status sa news feed. She said i can't blame her for being so rude on males. They made her realize that (how i wish d ko pareas nila).. I didn't know the epic so i decided to dig deeper.  Ramil lost an employer and decided nga ipabalhin ko kang Kiking. I didn't argue. Afterall. i'm the "yes man".  DINHI NA DAYUN NAGSUGOD ANG HIMAYA. :P  *bless bless bless bless*   **********  Kaganiha, ang series of events kai nagahisgot about sa among upat. And now, diri magsugod ang other side of the story - our story. =')  At first, Cindy kept teasing me kai Kiking. I know she would kai bisan sauna pa, mai senyales man jod sa ulaw-ulaw. hesi. "pakitaa ta sa itsura sa kanding nga gikilig beeh." And so I fainted, hahahaha.  When i was working for my Boss, we started hanging out nga kami ra duha. Kung naa man pod sila Ramil, naa pod mi secret agenda para ra namong duha. Feelings were maneuvered ug naging straight forward as days go by. Kana ganeng feeling nga mura kag saging gipanitan? (kung di ka saging sauna i'm sure d ka kasabot sa feeling hahah) we unveiled ourselves, traced our past experiences, tell everything we have in mind, share things we can think of... in short our chemistry was the best. =&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mata sa iyang friends, sya ang mother superior, shock absorber ug sumbungan ng bayan. So usahai ra xa maka open up sa lain ug usahai ra siya makakitag tawo nga mastoryahan nga makasabot sa iyang ginastorya. And i didn't know how it turned out nga she openly told me things nga siya ray nakabalo and kai iya nakong gisultian kami na dayon duha nakabalo. :s&lt;br /&gt;*majik*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to listen... kai diba?? (scroll-up) I DECIDED TO DIG DEEPER. She didn't even notice nga ang iyang ginastorya sa akoa about sa iya kay dugai kaayo niya nastorya sa uban or worst, wa pa niya nastorya, not even to some who were close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mao na tong time nga we left the world without them knowing nagkuyog ming duwa and tibuok kadlawon rami magstoryahanay. Unya tanan diay sila nangita na namong duha. I told her i wanted to court her... kai i feel comfortable and happy when she's around. Senyales nga gibati ug kaanyag ang kanding gumikan sa pitik nga gugma sa iyang pinahiping pagbati. I wanted to elevate my feelings for her kay i know it would make me happier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana siya, most of the guys who are wooing her kai they do that because naluoy ra sila niya. Ako bali, i see her as a tough person, sahai raman gud ko kakita ug martyr and chances of survival kai 0.01%. Pero siya, she managed to get her way out. That's why i look up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiwit man ni xa sa laag, Ma.OP naxag ayo sa among mais2 kai wa man kamata atong time nga nan-aw mig sine. Much of my desire to take her out ug timing iya kong gisweldoan (kai boss lagi)... i took her to the movies. Nagtan-aw me ug My Amnesia Girl (salamat kang Toni ug John Lloyd kai gitubag kong kiking hahahahaha). :P&lt;br /&gt;Pero balik ta sa storya nga wala kasayod ang kalibutan aning mga panghitaboa. We decided to keep these on our own. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday was a very special day for me &amp;amp; king since sa time nga nagsige me ug kuyog. The story gets better and better and i am delighted with what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 4 sa kadlawon, I keep telling her how grateful i am of being right next to her. Swerte na yon unlike the others. Daghan daghan pud intawon ang wa kapasar. Actually kana nga time gikan pa mig caltex nag-inom. I was worrying alot kay pasado na alas 11 na siya migikan sa ila unya layo man gud ug lisod makasakay then ulan ulan pa. Pero she was persistent, mitungha jud siya taliwala sa kalisud ug katalagman. ug wa pa pod sya'y kaon. dugang kaguol. &amp;gt;__&amp;lt;  And then she asked me wala rako nagbasul nibiya ko sa tipuk? Ambot kung seryoso kai sya sa iyang pangutana pero acutally mas ganahan pako magkuyog mi kaysa makig-inom ko didto. Akong lawas nag atubang sa table ang akong utok naglupad sa iya.  "Hindi naman kailangan ang maraming tao para bumuo ng mundo. Minsan isang tao lang ang kasama  mo, buo na ang mundo mo."  We both knew inside our hearts how we long to stay with each other. So naglevel-up among relasyonan anang taknaa. Sinagot niya ako ng yeys at magpista nadaw kami. She was asking if i was happy. I was. Overflowing pa gane. Nangontrata siya daan that i shouldn't expect too much from her. Wala siya kabalo by just being beside me for a long period of time is too much to ask. =)  Na.ok na siya, ako wala pa katugpa. hahahahah.  We never knew what lies ahead. Medyo adventurous ang journey, so murag risky rah to think nga murag fast forward ang tanan. The hell i care, as long as we have each other and para sa akoa kana ang mas nagamatter.  Parati nya akong kinakantahan nung head over feet ni Alanis Morissette ba yun? Oh basta yan. Bagay daw yung lyrics kaya dinedeket nya sa aken. hehe.  One night, nakatulog siya og alas dose na siya kamata. Gusto niya muadto sa net cafe para mag macro. Pigado man sir kai kadlawon na and wai masakyan. Maulaw pod siya mamukaw as iyang mama para mangayog plete. kay kalakwonon man siya, gisundo ko na. di man pod siguro ko ganahan nga siya ray usa maglakaw.lakaw ug kadlawon ba? karon pag-abot nako didto, nitakas siya sa balay. Og naglingkod rami sa atbang sa ilang balay. Nakurat mi kay nanghikay iyang mama mga alas 3 sa kadlawon. So nagdagan.dagan kami palayo sa ilaha. Bwahahahaha. Nakasakay kami ng jeep, nidiretso mig streetmart. Tambay kajot den namalhin ug Children's park. Mura mig mga wakwak kay night time among favorite hang.out period. Sa akoa, bisan unsang orasa basta uban mi okei wruh..  Sabi niya murag gi-compact ang 20 years kapen sa among life sa mubong panahon nag ila mi mura bag bebe pami nag-ila na ming duwa. Ako kai di man ko palupig basta mais mais nah, ana ko basig uyab pod ta sa atong past life. hahaha.  Buntag ana while gikan sa park, nagtago tago pod mi sa kilid sa sanitarium kai nahadlok masapnan ni Ramil (dada ni Boss). Sayo pa nag drayb drayb sa iyang motor. Pakners in crime talaga kami nyang boss ko. We enjoyed every moment nga gakuyog mi. Mura bag "2012 na ugma so dapat isulit na nato ang adlaw nga magkuyog tah."  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/TQSxsoir3dI/AAAAAAAAANY/GXjNa7DDWXM/s1600/154146_183062255040541_100000103038299_692066_7609493_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/TQSxsoir3dI/AAAAAAAAANY/GXjNa7DDWXM/s200/154146_183062255040541_100000103038299_692066_7609493_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549756021182553554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagdate mi sa centennial park sayo pa sa buntag. It was the best date we ever had. Pangutana na lang si kiking ngano. Kai dili ko mutug.an. Hahaha. Pero uban ana, murag naai lain nga feeling nasagol ba. Feeling nga mulakaw na gane siya dayon human ato. wala nako napugngan nakabuhi ko ug storya nga "basin maong dugay kayo ta nagkuyog karon adlawa kay biaan nako nimo ugma pero wala raka nagpahibalo mulakaw naka... basin." :'c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a sad face, tungod kay naisip pod niya nga posible ana ang mahitabo. Sa akoa, wag lang niya ako gulatin na nasa malaysia na xa bigla at mananghid lang siya nang tarong sa ako di nako maguguol kahit papano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mailap ang panahon sa amin. Time was running out. We both knew that. Giunsa? Intuition. heheh. Sabay sa pag gukod sa oras ang among eagerness nga makita ang matag-usa. I never held back, she knew how much she mean to me, I didn't told her that, she just felt it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ug kung unsa ko ka sentimental, siya mao pod. Bottomline? kuan, common denominator. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naa mi ila Ramil. human ug chat2 nagtan.aw mi ug 3 idiots. Tulog na silang duwa (Ramil &amp;amp; Cindy). A moment to remember. hehe. kinabukasan... abot na akong mummy gikan sa dakbayan sa Gensan. Gihapit namo siya ni Kiking sa Jabi. Mao tong first meeting nilang duha, grabe akong kalipay kai superlike man ni mader si boss that she wanted to take kiking back to Gensan too. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the best breakfast ever. Kapiling ko ang dalawang babaeng i lab da most. ^^,&lt;br /&gt;And these happenings (since sa first sentence ani nga story) can be counted as the best days of my life. Swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have tought nga kana nga adlaw kay ang adlaw pod nga mubiya na si kiking. T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After namo gihatud si mummy sa division office (gikan pami namalit ug sapatos kai nabilin ang paboritong sapatos ni mummy sa bus)... nitawag kalit ang sis ni boss. we were both stunned kai paempakihon na sila and should leave Iligan immediately. Nakurat jud mi. Tempa unsang kurat?? Perting Kurata!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead malisang ug manggamai ang bright, we remained calm. Sad tinuod, but what else could we do, naa naman na siya? I don't want to leave her even hantud sa very last moment nga mahanaw siya. Nagpunta pa kami ng JFK sa downtown tapos nagshopping kajot sa mol. Gipalitan niya ug gift si mummy. Ingon ni mamy boss kay ganahan daw kaayo siya. thanks daw. bwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala pa siya mibiya, kabalo kaayo ko nga mingawon jod ko og ayo sa iya, Sobra. Dili ikabaylo ug bisan unsang butang ang moments namo duwa. Pero kabalo ko bisan naa siya sa layo, she wouldn't feel empty inside. Kai she kept me safe inside her heart. Og ganoon din siya sa akin. ='c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/TQSyaIgbFJI/AAAAAAAAANw/YN1YuhqLulg/s1600/163508_183345725012194_100000103038299_694641_1278449_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/TQSyaIgbFJI/AAAAAAAAANw/YN1YuhqLulg/s200/163508_183345725012194_100000103038299_694641_1278449_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549756802857112722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an instant pod, i met her mother ana nga time (One-day-meet-the-parents-episode ni xah). Mataha paman pod ko gamay. Syempre kai bag.o pa. Stranger pa gane ko sa mata ni Hera. But her mother was very kind to me. Ana siya walay libog si mama. I can see it. =)&lt;br /&gt;Nameet pod nako si bubbly Payang. Mura jod xag si Aki. c(",c)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung breakfast with mamy, lunch with mama and Ramil en Cindy sa terminal ang sunod na eksena. After ato kay musakay na sila. Ako man unta ang kanding ba pero ngano siya man ang lami itugway para di na siya kalakaw. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lami kai siya birahon og gaksun taman mabiyaan siya sa bus para di naxa kalakaw. Pero naisip nako, okay pod makalakaw siya. Kung tan.awon nako na in a good way, it would teach us to grow and so is our relationship with each other. Tignan at subukan if unsa kalig.on ang among bond. Pero wala jod, nakahilak jod ko pag.uli sa balay! T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero puthaw akong pagtuo nga kung unsa ang nahitabo sa amoa, enough nato nga foundation para sa mas taas2 nga panahon sa among journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/TQSy-tpb30I/AAAAAAAAAOA/B5YimMTls0s/s1600/154325_183062235040543_100000103038299_692065_7244327_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/TQSy-tpb30I/AAAAAAAAAOA/B5YimMTls0s/s200/154325_183062235040543_100000103038299_692065_7244327_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549757431302315842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Boss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Para man akong nabaliw sa kalit mong pagbiya. But i know God will bestow His blessings upon us. Di nya tayo pababayaan. At alam kong hindi natin pasagdan na masayang ang paningkamot nating duwa. May chemistry na kasi tayo, physics, math at bio... anu pang kuwang?&lt;br /&gt;Sa tuwing naiisip kita kinikilig paren ako. bwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa iyong paglisan... ang tanging pabaon ko ay pag-ibig. Oohh Oohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makidlatan man ako ngayon, hindi ako magsasawa na sabihin iniirog kita. Kasi palangga kitang tunay. I treat you not only as my GF. You're my confidant, my protege, my bestfriend, my partner in crime, may lablayf at may big lablab. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana kahit SMP tayo... tayo paren. n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag kana mag sige hilak jan ahh? Hi-tech naman ang kalibutan ngayon eh. Sorry kung di ko matubag mga tawag mo usahay ha? daot kasi yong jelpon ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss...&lt;br /&gt;I lub yu dakhan, I lub yu dakhan, I lub yu dakhan, I lub yu dakhan, I lub yu dakhan,&lt;br /&gt;I lub yu dakhan, I lub yu dakhan, I lub yu dakhan, I lub yu dakhan, I lub yu dakhan,&lt;br /&gt;I lub yu dakhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atsaka bago ka umuwi, bumili ka muna ng salbadiba. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwa :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lubos na gumagalang at laging nagmamahal,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Kanding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-454872698988573660?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/454872698988573660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-big-lablab.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/454872698988573660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/454872698988573660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-big-lablab.html' title='My Big Lablab'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/TQSyp8g-CnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yxw8-ndCVIE/s72-c/65728_183345745012192_100000103038299_694642_8117286_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6591019873118690837</id><published>2010-12-08T12:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:21:51.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Self Goes Weak With Love</title><content type='html'>you'll never know what's inside your heart unless you open it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the best thing about having a life - the time you share and spare a piece of your heart for an another being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday is a new day. a very very fulfilling new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you know??? i'm just in love :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-6591019873118690837?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6591019873118690837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-self-goes-weak-with-love_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6591019873118690837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6591019873118690837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-self-goes-weak-with-love_08.html' title='My Self Goes Weak With Love'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-2296193601212825173</id><published>2010-11-28T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:21:39.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>A Love Letter To My Dear Registrar</title><content type='html'>Monday, November 8, 2010 at 1:18am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Registrar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Good Day and Greetings of Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               My name is Fervil Von D. Tripoli, a student from the College of Arts and Social Science. I have stopped schooling a year ago and would like to return again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Recurring for this 2nd semester class, I would like to enroll under the department of History. But under the rules of the university, one should’ve a GPA of at least 76% and is also considered as passing rate for thou to continue being in this school. Unluckily, I was one of the ill-fated who didn’t make it. I failed, getting a GPA of 3.84 in my evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              As I watch my evaluation sheet in horror, several ideas were running in my head on how to persuade you my dear registrar – and most of them were fallacious. I would sound bogus if I’d show you medical records stating that I got sick and have been incapacitated to go to my classes during these past few semesters. Telling you that I had a big big family problem or suffering from financial instability might do the trick also. But today, I learned things that helped me write this letter to you, it’s about being humble and pure in heart. I did not come into your presence just to lie so that I can still enroll, I have come to ask for forgiveness and beg for your heartfelt mercy to let me through this and spare my life… letting me enroll this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I know how the standard of MSU-IIT works in the life of every student and I admit that I have fell short in meeting the standard of the institute. And I know that I can’t turn things the way I’d like it to happen but I’d still like to have a little faith even in the most contemptible bit. Chance Ma’am, that’s what I yearn for. I can never erase the reflection of my errors and clean my records but I promise to compromise my stupidest mistakes by doing my best this semester. I know I can, but I can’t do that without your permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I know it’s the dead end for me but I can’t just sit back without giving it a try. Truth is, I am really scared of what’s going to happen next. I might be one of the million faceless students who dreamt of graduating in a prestige university but failed along the way, but I can be one of the few who would dare to challenge torment just to get through. I am still feeling guilty for failing you Ma’am, I feel sorry for my parents too, and am still feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               This is my lifeline in MSU-IIT. I’m still hoping that you would reconsider my plea my dear registrar. But then if the school is not for me, I’ll still accept the awful truth behind my downheartedness﻿.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I am still grateful for being part of the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Sorry po Ma’am, God Bless and More Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely Yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fervil Von Tripoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AB Political Science Student&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-2296193601212825173?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/2296193601212825173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-letter-to-my-dear-registrar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/2296193601212825173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/2296193601212825173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-letter-to-my-dear-registrar.html' title='A Love Letter To My Dear Registrar'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-4527646540077965245</id><published>2010-11-17T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:20:46.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>RELIVING THE BLOG LIFE</title><content type='html'>sundan&lt;br /&gt;at tunghayan&lt;br /&gt;ang mahika&lt;br /&gt;at hiwagang taglay&lt;br /&gt;ng aking nakakatindigbalahibong kwaderno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAK!!! KAPOOW!!! BOOGSHOW!! POK!!! RATTATATATAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATIK WRUH!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now how's that for an introduction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't turn the arm of the clocks so the best thing that i can do for now is to write down the dates of the events from the past life (feeling nako nareincarnate nako)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JULY 7, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my dei. Q &amp;amp; A ang bipolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Unexpected?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro sa point nga people who knew you but not closer to you passed by and greeted HPBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Moments?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in particular. Same as casual days of a mere mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grateful?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, could be. because of lack of apprehension of what's going to happen. maybe 50 people out of the thousands you met greeted a happy happy birthday (wherein 3/4 of the count became close to you for sometime in your life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's in your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. It's just that, i think this birthday is memorable to mum and dad coz it's the first birthday i celebrated together with mah family eversince i was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my part? yea, basin di nalang pod si mum and dad ang happy. Maybe kami tanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilde man sa game sa dota ang core is nobody ruined my day. so i kept the smile in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Personal Evaluation Sheet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOTH    --------------  68%&lt;br /&gt;GREED    --------------  40%&lt;br /&gt;LUST     --------------  45%&lt;br /&gt;GLUTTONY --------------  18%&lt;br /&gt;WRATH    --------------  20%&lt;br /&gt;ENVY     --------------  39%&lt;br /&gt;PRIDE    --------------  59%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMANS AREN'T FERPECT, are they? :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 deadly sins still resides in my heart. People eventually die so i don't have to worry.  i may have no sense of direction but i hope, by turning 21... my days would not turn to waste. dapat naay maaccomplish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let see... letsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can meet mr.happiness along the sidewalks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO I WANT TO ACCOMPLISH BEFORE THE YEAR ENDS... NO, I MEAN BEFORE I DIE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Earn:&lt;/span&gt;   Money, Glory, Fame&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Change:&lt;/span&gt; Outlook, Feature, Facade&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love:&lt;/span&gt;   Plenty, Happy, Wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY 17, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        -untitled-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by the time i imagined myself&lt;br /&gt;   kneeling down&lt;br /&gt;   and offering a bunch of roses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by the time i was dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;   kissing your tender rosy lips,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by the time i'm about to&lt;br /&gt;   say "I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and saw myself lying,&lt;br /&gt; bleeding, asking for some reasons&lt;br /&gt;  why the hell am i falling for&lt;br /&gt;   someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you chose him over me,&lt;br /&gt; i pleaded more of beauty, respect&lt;br /&gt;   and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painful everyday, painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JULY 19, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JOLENA MAGDANGAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anu ba yan tol, parang palage na lang yan mahitabo sayo. yong masapawan ka ng iyong amigo sa babaeng maganahan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BETOL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi, ISINUMPA na siguro na ingon ani ang pirme mahitabo sa akoa.&lt;br /&gt;*mocking on the sky*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was one deadly shit pierced through meh. hadpos part. wai alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JULY 27, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si kamel, niuli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mingaw na ang lot-lot club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamelot&lt;br /&gt;pelot&lt;br /&gt;jurolot&lt;br /&gt;belot&lt;br /&gt;bibanglot&lt;br /&gt;jolelot&lt;br /&gt;yalot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, I found a job. Jakecorp. Mao to!&lt;br /&gt;ug hacker daw mi! di man gane ta kabalo mag gama ug program. walai hanaw sa java html ug uban pa. hahaha. may nalng natai kabchan nga trabaho kai sa mag ugum ug kasakit sa panahon nga awaaw ang dalan sa kagabhion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write you later, mwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST 01, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSPIRED... I wanted to be a musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would play guitar, write compositions, sing til my throat splits into two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I WANNA BE A ROCKSTAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-4527646540077965245?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/4527646540077965245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/11/reliving-blog-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4527646540077965245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4527646540077965245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/11/reliving-blog-life.html' title='RELIVING THE BLOG LIFE'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-8007374922958429935</id><published>2010-05-31T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:06:02.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Some Sort Of A Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pm-96hNfQ2E/TuG4lQmkHRI/AAAAAAAAASw/HXB2vVDUM4c/s1600/57993_184306558249444_100000103038299_702913_5203638_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 29, 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Gensan for the 2-day tour in South Cotabato and Gensan. It was 4:20 am when we started moving out of the city and proceeded to the first spot of our choice: The Lake Sebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0xXHC7GI8M/TuGy9Sr4DAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jd_eF6P2doc/s1600/29086_133080963372004_100000103038299_364002_44672_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0xXHC7GI8M/TuGy9Sr4DAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jd_eF6P2doc/s200/29086_133080963372004_100000103038299_364002_44672_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The scenic Lake Sebu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-erMeUlWUkUk/TuGzA95ydHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FDDobeSzS5g/s1600/29086_133284616684972_100000103038299_365215_6209491_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5XtXSa6BDc/TuGzAZ5cNlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PGApE_613Ms/s1600/29086_133284400018327_100000103038299_365210_5892273_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Scenic Lake Sebu, South Cotabato, dubbed the “Summer Capital of the South”, is a protected landscape and the ancestral home of the T'boli people. Located in the Daguma Mountains of SOCSKSARGEN, it boasts three beautiful mountain lakes (Sebu, Seloton and Lahit) and seven waterfalls, as well as the rich culture of the T'bolis, now internationally known for their t'nalak cloth. The scenery and light in this place make it a photographer's paradise, and the mountains offer adventures for intrepid trekkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JqAqfzD1Es/TuGy-v986rI/AAAAAAAAAQc/bTdDDIIVFM8/s1600/29086_133081200038647_100000103038299_364008_1265574_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JqAqfzD1Es/TuGy-v986rI/AAAAAAAAAQc/bTdDDIIVFM8/s200/29086_133081200038647_100000103038299_364008_1265574_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;While waiting for the tour guide to get ready we seized the moment to have a little picture taking&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5XtXSa6BDc/TuGzAZ5cNlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PGApE_613Ms/s1600/29086_133284400018327_100000103038299_365210_5892273_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5XtXSa6BDc/TuGzAZ5cNlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PGApE_613Ms/s200/29086_133284400018327_100000103038299_365210_5892273_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a pose&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to get there&lt;/b&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;With the concreting of the road leading up to Lake Sebu, it is now very easy to visit the place.  Gone were those days when it took almost four hours over dirt roads and rivers that overflow during the rainy season, now it's less than 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the capital city of Koronadal, one passes thru the towns of Banga and Surallah.  Just a little farther from the poblacion of Surallah is a junction to the left going to the town of T'boli and a little farther is another junction to the left going to Lake Sebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PUNTA ISLA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDxo5PvVWvw/TuGy8uIaYgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/a7tukv-F2mE/s1600/29086_132587300088037_100000103038299_361844_4741209_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDxo5PvVWvw/TuGy8uIaYgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/a7tukv-F2mE/s200/29086_132587300088037_100000103038299_361844_4741209_a.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Rice (egg on the bottom and it seemed like a burger to me because they made the veggies as patty)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--NS85EYsoJc/TuGzC-GVeZI/AAAAAAAAARE/pirrYmvffS8/s1600/29086_132587286754705_100000103038299_361842_8064904_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--NS85EYsoJc/TuGzC-GVeZI/AAAAAAAAARE/pirrYmvffS8/s200/29086_132587286754705_100000103038299_361842_8064904_a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tilapia-mm yumm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was past six in the morning when we arrived at the most popular resort located at the mouth set of lake Sebu: Punta Isla. It was a little bit early yet my comrades seem to have a robust amount of energy in this event. We had our breakfast at one of their cottages, got served with their most precious delicacies, and were happy seeing the food presentation.  Upon having the breakfast, I didn’t bother asking my classmates about it but I enjoyed listening to the tribal sound played by one of the locale.  It gives a perfect theme on going-out-the-city-and-go-to-the-countryside moments of mine. We got ready and took the next step of unrevealing the beauty of Lake Sebu. The witty T’boli tour guide enjoyed cracking jokes as we wander the lake with amusement. 3 lakes: Lake Sebu (biggest); lake Lahit (smallest); Lake Seloton (deepest). 3 lakes: Lake Sebu (biggest); lake Lahit (smallest); Lake Seloton (deepest). 3 lakes: Lake Sebu (biggest); lake Lahit (smallest); Lake Seloton (deepest). The lake has 700 meters depth and has a cone-shaped volcano with the mouth facing the floor. When the underwater volcano spouts some ashes, locally grown fishes such as tilapias die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some factual datas gathered during the tour&lt;br /&gt;(never intended to become a stenographer, ghad ~_~):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punta isla&lt;br /&gt;60-90ft going 700m deep(2000ft)&lt;br /&gt;354, hectares app&lt;br /&gt;11 uslands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overlooking church-lake sebus's st. john baptist church&lt;br /&gt;isla cabunho-awan family(t'boli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under water volcano;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish bill-sulfur ng bulkan&lt;br /&gt;1000 telapias in every cages after 6 months harvest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isla grande-crocodile island( croc shape island)&lt;br /&gt;largest lisla in lake sebu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Pungan-municipal mayor&lt;br /&gt;11 resorts&lt;br /&gt;27 falls&lt;br /&gt;2 spring-must walk destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green water reflection of tress and native&lt;br /&gt;700 m depth&lt;br /&gt;gov't owned island&lt;br /&gt;fish cages hav floating houe nearby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these were the places we went to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T'BOLI MUSEUM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEi__hgVMg8/TuG2iEO4alI/AAAAAAAAARM/0kDc5_MT91M/s1600/68234_184307091582724_100000103038299_702936_200957_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEi__hgVMg8/TuG2iEO4alI/AAAAAAAAARM/0kDc5_MT91M/s200/68234_184307091582724_100000103038299_702936_200957_a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These antique items were displayed in a big old &amp;nbsp;T'boli house&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7s6a4ZZ08E/TuG2iZnU_4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/_MrWAKa_1GA/s1600/150546_184307021582731_100000103038299_702934_7819760_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7s6a4ZZ08E/TuG2iZnU_4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/_MrWAKa_1GA/s200/150546_184307021582731_100000103038299_702934_7819760_a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jars made by our very own T'boli lumads&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 WATERFALLS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_1DuiAW9Lvc/TuG24y7b5CI/AAAAAAAAARc/OSYx_vzlw3o/s1600/155624_184306411582792_100000103038299_702908_1651027_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_1DuiAW9Lvc/TuG24y7b5CI/AAAAAAAAARc/OSYx_vzlw3o/s200/155624_184306411582792_100000103038299_702908_1651027_a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of the waterfalls included in the 7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdD9YUUomhY/TuG3Hxci8vI/AAAAAAAAARs/pdDd1bbDyCA/s1600/29086_133081396705294_100000103038299_364013_2761114_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdD9YUUomhY/TuG3Hxci8vI/AAAAAAAAARs/pdDd1bbDyCA/s320/29086_133081396705294_100000103038299_364013_2761114_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A slight picture taking&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uatBuoXaIV8/TuG26io0pkI/AAAAAAAAARk/CRtiL1-etKM/s1600/29086_133284226685011_100000103038299_365203_6919085_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uatBuoXaIV8/TuG26io0pkI/AAAAAAAAARk/CRtiL1-etKM/s320/29086_133284226685011_100000103038299_365203_6919085_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And an another photo shoot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;MERL GARDEN RESORT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merl is some sort of a farm that has a nice view of a typical rural zone but what's better about this place is that you can choose over relaxing on their swimming pool or try an adventure ride with their zipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had our horse back riding and I blurted out ROFLMFAO because Xhina was shaking while riding the mama horse (she wasn't afraid of riding at the back of the horse, she was afraid because she was tailed by the fawn of the horse rushing right next to her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eXW_-v1ZeNA/TuG5TmGRvsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/J-aAUOSnkiU/s1600/29086_133284203351680_100000103038299_365200_6337733_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eXW_-v1ZeNA/TuG5TmGRvsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/J-aAUOSnkiU/s320/29086_133284203351680_100000103038299_365200_6337733_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The zipline story&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE FARM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1ty7WVOWoY/TuG4fJ3JxjI/AAAAAAAAASE/43YVxjB2q6Y/s1600/154172_184307128249387_100000103038299_702938_6900110_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1ty7WVOWoY/TuG4fJ3JxjI/AAAAAAAAASE/43YVxjB2q6Y/s320/154172_184307128249387_100000103038299_702938_6900110_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't notice this one, maybe I was too busy reading their catalog&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvDjcomRvAI/TuG4h_hV8cI/AAAAAAAAASU/iBfpg_Hjp3Y/s1600/29086_133081183371982_100000103038299_364005_3239677_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvDjcomRvAI/TuG4h_hV8cI/AAAAAAAAASU/iBfpg_Hjp3Y/s320/29086_133081183371982_100000103038299_364005_3239677_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This chair is so "cool"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_i9h7CwWfg/TuG4iz3tWvI/AAAAAAAAASc/DHGpgjP0p54/s1600/29086_133081193371981_100000103038299_364006_3435913_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_i9h7CwWfg/TuG4iz3tWvI/AAAAAAAAASc/DHGpgjP0p54/s320/29086_133081193371981_100000103038299_364006_3435913_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had our little&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Y-hi4HDqWk/TuG4eDiOW0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/mlC5aIuFchE/s1600/154168_184306528249447_100000103038299_702912_3851034_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Y-hi4HDqWk/TuG4eDiOW0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/mlC5aIuFchE/s200/154168_184306528249447_100000103038299_702912_3851034_a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Japs garden, nice view when you would want walking around their lawn (you can also rent a room &amp;nbsp;nearby)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pm-96hNfQ2E/TuG4lQmkHRI/AAAAAAAAASw/HXB2vVDUM4c/s1600/57993_184306558249444_100000103038299_702913_5203638_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pm-96hNfQ2E/TuG4lQmkHRI/AAAAAAAAASw/HXB2vVDUM4c/s1600/57993_184306558249444_100000103038299_702913_5203638_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their meeting hall&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-le4TMrm6DyM/TuG4k9uh1vI/AAAAAAAAASs/hwEWiq98KgI/s1600/29086_133284606684973_100000103038299_365213_4585060_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-le4TMrm6DyM/TuG4k9uh1vI/AAAAAAAAASs/hwEWiq98KgI/s200/29086_133284606684973_100000103038299_365213_4585060_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clubhouse for merienda&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;DEL RIO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXsZeHwr3as/TuG3m3emLyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/DOtVL4lz-jA/s1600/29086_133080946705339_100000103038299_363999_6423839_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXsZeHwr3as/TuG3m3emLyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/DOtVL4lz-jA/s320/29086_133080946705339_100000103038299_363999_6423839_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I feel comfortable sketching and writing at my dull moments&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Del Rio Resort is the place where we settled down for the night (Yeahh, since tomorrow will be another big day for our unwavering journey). We haven't had many pictures to take in this place since this is just one plain resort with a pool but mind you we did a little gig when the darkness came over. Some shots of beer and some spicy and sizzling food for dinner served me well. *hmm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DURIAN GARDEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTYbud6gdEs/TuG8McR9feI/AAAAAAAAATE/uGQhQCoGkS4/s1600/162631_184306798249420_100000103038299_702925_805570_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTYbud6gdEs/TuG8McR9feI/AAAAAAAAATE/uGQhQCoGkS4/s1600/162631_184306798249420_100000103038299_702925_805570_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to Durian Garden&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-__04rhHnt1k/TuG8OCWufyI/AAAAAAAAATM/s-Q15D7bFWI/s1600/29086_133284233351677_100000103038299_365204_757722_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-__04rhHnt1k/TuG8OCWufyI/AAAAAAAAATM/s-Q15D7bFWI/s200/29086_133284233351677_100000103038299_365204_757722_n.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They also have their version of Butterfly Sanctuary&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKKCIewmTTU/TuG8PTS8T-I/AAAAAAAAATU/yLxKRV4ySw4/s1600/37697_147271865286247_100000103038299_448158_8246713_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKKCIewmTTU/TuG8PTS8T-I/AAAAAAAAATU/yLxKRV4ySw4/s320/37697_147271865286247_100000103038299_448158_8246713_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little swing beneath the durian trees&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRAPPISTINE MONASTERY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-frNiJ0zwz_s/TuG8zH-dBqI/AAAAAAAAATc/8FEORyrrKeo/s1600/29086_133284393351661_100000103038299_365209_302958_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-frNiJ0zwz_s/TuG8zH-dBqI/AAAAAAAAATc/8FEORyrrKeo/s320/29086_133284393351661_100000103038299_365209_302958_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was Sunday so our teach brought us to this highlands chapel to have a Sunday Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Place is unique, and clean too.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SARANGGANI HIGHLANDS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saranggani Highlands is one of the best tourist destinations in Gen. Santos City. It's a restaurant located at the top of a hill. An overlooking view of the whole Saranggani Bay while taking a lunch isn't a bad idea, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqWNJbfwMGk/TuG4kKX9DOI/AAAAAAAAASk/OQTl5aDdKLk/s1600/29086_133081196705314_100000103038299_364007_2847795_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqWNJbfwMGk/TuG4kKX9DOI/AAAAAAAAASk/OQTl5aDdKLk/s200/29086_133081196705314_100000103038299_364007_2847795_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;A simple yet elegant table centerpiece&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHGXkfLJoSw/TuG9nonoJlI/AAAAAAAAATk/O4BYNdkAgGQ/s1600/29086_133284600018307_100000103038299_365211_5859694_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHGXkfLJoSw/TuG9nonoJlI/AAAAAAAAATk/O4BYNdkAgGQ/s320/29086_133284600018307_100000103038299_365211_5859694_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elspu5WAk48/TuG9ovTK3YI/AAAAAAAAATs/phJM1N0As00/s1600/29086_133081383371962_100000103038299_364011_697354_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elspu5WAk48/TuG9ovTK3YI/AAAAAAAAATs/phJM1N0As00/s320/29086_133081383371962_100000103038299_364011_697354_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another yummy mouthwatering stomach-grumbling tasty FOOOD!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This was the last destination, we took off going back to our respective homes after having a lunch party at this place. Nevertheless, this event is seasonal. And it might be one of the first thing I ever had, but I'm pretty sure it won't be the last one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-8007374922958429935?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/8007374922958429935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-29-2010-we-left-gensan-for-2-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/8007374922958429935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/8007374922958429935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-29-2010-we-left-gensan-for-2-day.html' title='Some Sort Of A Field Trip'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0xXHC7GI8M/TuGy9Sr4DAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jd_eF6P2doc/s72-c/29086_133080963372004_100000103038299_364002_44672_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-8651982134481578566</id><published>2010-04-10T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:20:21.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog things'/><title type='text'>You Are a Mango Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/S8E5dZjwESI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zYuyxEj4ldo/s1600/mango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/S8E5dZjwESI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zYuyxEj4ldo/s200/mango.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458707400589578530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are a Mango Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;You are alluring and exotic... there's something mysterious about you.&lt;br /&gt;You are also adventurous and well traveled. New things bring you exhilaration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep Down You Are Sensitive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theeyetest/eye-6.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who notices everything and forgets nothing. You are very in tune with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel deeply, and sometimes the silliest things can effect you. You are easily brought to laughter or tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't show the world how fragile you are. You instead show people how insightful you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good at anticipating what's going to happen in your life. You are often the first one to see what's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theeyetest/"&gt;The Eye Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;Blogthings: Quizzes and Tests and Memes, Oh My!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have an Intense Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thehanddrawnhearttest/heart-1.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart craves passion. You feel deeply and love an emotional rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let your heart guide you. You never regret leaping before look. If you fall, you just leap again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart has been hurt more times than you can count, and you've broken many hearts in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand that loss is a big part of love, and you think it's worth the risk. Nothing ventured, nothing gained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thehanddrawnhearttest/"&gt;The Hand Drawn Heart Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;Blogthings: Quizzes and Tests and Memes, Oh My!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Innovator &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who is always a step ahead of everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;You thrive when you're experimenting with new designs, ideas, and attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a creative person with many talents. You have to have artistic outlets in your life.&lt;br /&gt;You need to create - whether it's writing furiously or redecorating your home. If not, your life becomes chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tire of doing the same thing every day. You change your job, friends, and personal style often.&lt;br /&gt;You are at your best when you have a focus. If not, you develop a flaky artist's temperament.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-8651982134481578566?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/8651982134481578566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-are-mango-cheesecake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/8651982134481578566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/8651982134481578566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-are-mango-cheesecake.html' title='You Are a Mango Cheesecake'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/S8E5dZjwESI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zYuyxEj4ldo/s72-c/mango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-4826833754826297302</id><published>2010-02-15T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:20:13.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Kiss of Judas That Sent Me To Hell</title><content type='html'>i was anxious.&lt;br /&gt;i got stunned by the idea that you were lovely enough to be called a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;the sugar-coated words out spoken were ringing my bells as my eyes show disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was chilling.&lt;br /&gt;and then you lit a little matchstick for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that your way of showing that you care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never failed.&lt;br /&gt;it lured me to death so i could imagine that i was catching a warmth from a furnace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a pleasant drean to be recalled.&lt;br /&gt;the poison apple was desperately devoured by this hungry soul - who would have thought for an instance that it was the pitfall of deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't pygmalion's love story that broke my heart deeply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the kiss of judas that sent me to hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-4826833754826297302?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/4826833754826297302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/02/kiss-of-judas-that-sent-me-to-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4826833754826297302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4826833754826297302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/02/kiss-of-judas-that-sent-me-to-hell.html' title='The Kiss of Judas That Sent Me To Hell'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-2777387051555000954</id><published>2010-01-22T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:19:44.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>okei... its 2010... pre-xmas, xmas, post xmas was about to be featured. hahai. olweiz late posting.. makatamad man gud mag sulat... cge lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nag update lang ko.. ilisan napod nako ang lay.out. pero mag post saq karon.. sunod cguro hatagan jud naq nig tym. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hala... matransfer na daun ang blog into an openbuk diary... ~_~`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fresh start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-2777387051555000954?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/2777387051555000954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/2777387051555000954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/2777387051555000954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-1136906782005877157</id><published>2009-08-14T05:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:19:27.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog things'/><title type='text'>The Tree Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You Are Kind and Sensitive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SoVT6nJqzbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wvwe-2NZTs8/s1600-h/six.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SoVT6nJqzbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wvwe-2NZTs8/s200/six.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369790397116239282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You relate to others easily. You have many friends, and you love making their lives better.&lt;br /&gt;You are genuinely warm and radiant. People feel comforted by your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a better person is something you think about every day. You want to be interesting, insightful, and special.&lt;br /&gt;You need love more than most people in the world. You're willing to love those who don't love you in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-1136906782005877157?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/1136906782005877157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/08/tree-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/1136906782005877157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/1136906782005877157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/08/tree-test.html' title='The Tree Test'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SoVT6nJqzbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wvwe-2NZTs8/s72-c/six.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-9199258336235491129</id><published>2009-08-14T05:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:19:18.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog things'/><title type='text'>Do You Have a Big Mouth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your Mouth is a Little Big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not a total tell all, but you don't hide who you are either.&lt;br /&gt;You've struck a good balance between discretion and sharing.&lt;br /&gt;People know you fairly well, at least on a superficial level.&lt;br /&gt;But you save your most revealing secrets for your best friend... or no one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-9199258336235491129?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/9199258336235491129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-have-big-mouth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/9199258336235491129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/9199258336235491129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-have-big-mouth.html' title='Do You Have a Big Mouth?'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-8881146924037858312</id><published>2009-08-14T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:19:09.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog things'/><title type='text'>What Kind of Superhero Would You Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You Would Be a Upstanding Superhero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are alert and observant. You can see through people easily. You know who's evil and who's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a lot of freedom in your life. You like to do your own thing, and you don't fit into any normal mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand people quite well and often know what others are thinking. Because of this, you can get people to do what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a shapeshifter who fits in with almost any group. You can get along with anyone. You're quite flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true intellectual. You are thirsty for knowledge, and you are curious about the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-8881146924037858312?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/8881146924037858312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-kind-of-superhero-would-you-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/8881146924037858312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/8881146924037858312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-kind-of-superhero-would-you-be.html' title='What Kind of Superhero Would You Be?'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-7617053270363695755</id><published>2009-08-14T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:18:59.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog things'/><title type='text'>How Sinful Are You?</title><content type='html'>Your Deadly Sins&lt;br /&gt;Envy: 80%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloth: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrath: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluttony: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell: 31%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will die at the hands of a jealous lover. How ironic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-7617053270363695755?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/7617053270363695755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-sinful-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7617053270363695755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7617053270363695755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-sinful-are-you.html' title='How Sinful Are You?'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-5817964662357899535</id><published>2009-08-14T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:18:51.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog things'/><title type='text'>The Watercolor Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You Are Highly Spiritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SoVQ5VCX-pI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pP4EeSCGE1Y/s1600-h/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SoVQ5VCX-pI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pP4EeSCGE1Y/s200/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369787076539054738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not have found the meaning of life, but you try to approach it with as much optimism as possible.&lt;br /&gt;You are always enthusiastic and grateful for every day you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cheerful and energetic. You are a do-gooder who likes to keep busy.&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing and carefree. You embrace life to the fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-5817964662357899535?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/5817964662357899535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/08/watercolor-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5817964662357899535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5817964662357899535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/08/watercolor-test.html' title='The Watercolor Test'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SoVQ5VCX-pI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pP4EeSCGE1Y/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6915417430648214027</id><published>2009-01-23T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:18:27.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The True Friend Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/2098203"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/2098203/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cge daw... sulayi daw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-6915417430648214027?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6915417430648214027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/01/true-friend-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6915417430648214027'/><link rel='self' 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of many)</title><content type='html'>Amidst the tumult of the PTB's&lt;br /&gt;You stood out&lt;br /&gt;Along with trials, hardships and sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;You didn't fall out&lt;br /&gt;You'll soon exhume the theories you've learned&lt;br /&gt;Putting it all into practice&lt;br /&gt;You see the society, microscopic and telescopic view&lt;br /&gt;So clear, so bright&lt;br /&gt;This is your higher step for the oppressed&lt;br /&gt;Push hard not for 'own', but 'theirs'&lt;br /&gt;History will deem your works&lt;br /&gt;none can give something in return,&lt;br /&gt;but you'll be loved by the masses&lt;br /&gt;and this is your insignia&lt;br /&gt;it is our duty to serve the people&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your jaunt into their lives&lt;br /&gt;comrades! you are winsome inspirations&lt;br /&gt;for the people and all revolutionaries&lt;br /&gt;adieu for greater purpose&lt;br /&gt;adieu... epluribusunum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-7056351163129366946?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/7056351163129366946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/01/epluribusunum-one-out-of-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7056351163129366946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7056351163129366946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/01/epluribusunum-one-out-of-many.html' title='Epluribusunum (One out of 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hometown&lt;br /&gt;Towards the doorsteps&lt;br /&gt;Filled with the origin;&lt;br /&gt;  the bourgeois living.&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from the city streets&lt;br /&gt;Gone through the mildest bridge&lt;br /&gt;of honorable hard struggle for freedom&lt;br /&gt;Into the woods where giants arise&lt;br /&gt;The mountains where fog kisses your cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Gathered with comrades and the basic masses&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating the Party's meaningful day,&lt;br /&gt;   Nonetheless...&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-8974266841172776416?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/8974266841172776416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/01/home.html#comment-form' title='0 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Sukol</title><content type='html'>Ginatos ka tuig&lt;br /&gt;Nag-antos ug dinaug-daog&lt;br /&gt;Kagutom, pagpanlupig&lt;br /&gt;Pagpangilad ug kagubot&lt;br /&gt;Di na magpalingla&lt;br /&gt;Kay kita nahikmata na&lt;br /&gt;Ang katawhang andam mubarog&lt;br /&gt;Mubarog ug makigbisiog&lt;br /&gt;Ug ang paglingkawas sa nasud&lt;br /&gt;karong taknaa magsugod!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-8886888826094709524?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/8886888826094709524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/01/sukol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Pakighiusa</title><content type='html'>Mamahulay ko&lt;br /&gt;Kuyog sa dinaug-daog&lt;br /&gt;ug pinahimuslan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aron masinati ko&lt;br /&gt;Ug sa akong unod&lt;br /&gt;magpabilin,&lt;br /&gt;ang pagsupak&lt;br /&gt;ug pakigbisog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uban ako kanila&lt;br /&gt;ug sa pagtulog ko&lt;br /&gt;kami nakig-gubat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-8350916908469878063?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/8350916908469878063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/01/pakighiusa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Wala</title><content type='html'>Ang kalisud&lt;br /&gt;sa kahimtang&lt;br /&gt;masuklian ra&lt;br /&gt;ug kaharuhay&lt;br /&gt;kung kitang tanan&lt;br /&gt;kabalo na&lt;br /&gt;nga musukol&lt;br /&gt;ug mubarog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-3447861399597842181?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/3447861399597842181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/01/wala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/3447861399597842181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Naive</title><content type='html'>If I need care&lt;br /&gt;I should call a care giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I need someone to lean on&lt;br /&gt;I should call my best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I need to be happy&lt;br /&gt;I should watch cartoon movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I need love&lt;br /&gt;I should call my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why does my heart&lt;br /&gt;needs you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-4928316769104202878?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/4928316769104202878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/01/naive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4928316769104202878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4928316769104202878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/01/naive.html' title='Naive'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-5542808313261009607</id><published>2009-01-18T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:15:57.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Was It Infatuation?</title><content type='html'>What would be the greatest proof&lt;br /&gt;That you might have&lt;br /&gt;to testify that&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i would not see you,&lt;br /&gt;I've even forgot how you look like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot all the memories&lt;br /&gt;If I intend not to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when silence speaks&lt;br /&gt;and running waters whisper&lt;br /&gt;Only your name echoes back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-5542808313261009607?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/5542808313261009607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-it-infatuation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5542808313261009607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5542808313261009607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-it-infatuation.html' title='Was It Infatuation?'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6206626981179329541</id><published>2009-01-18T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:12:25.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Miss You</title><content type='html'>i'm not counting&lt;br /&gt;on how many days&lt;br /&gt;i've spent with you&lt;br /&gt;what matters more&lt;br /&gt;is the tick of the clock,&lt;br /&gt;the every second&lt;br /&gt;of my life,&lt;br /&gt;passing by...&lt;br /&gt;and you're not around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-6206626981179329541?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6206626981179329541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/01/miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6206626981179329541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6206626981179329541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2009/01/miss-you.html' title='Miss You'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-655212253981843113</id><published>2008-12-20T03:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:12:03.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Things most girls dont know</title><content type='html'>–"Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they’re gonna say so there aren’t awkward pauses, but once he’s on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys go crazy over a girl’s smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they’re goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they’re still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Don’t talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys are more emotional than they’d like people to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh…nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he’ll assume he did something wrong and he’ll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Girls are guys’ weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–It’s good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don’t let him wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don’t need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys will brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful.If a guy uses that, he likes you a whole hell of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn’t notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy’s confused, then we’re all confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Try to be as straightforward as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he’s probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he’s just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys don’t really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn’t happen that often, so when it does, you know something’s up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you’re with your boyfriend, he’s probably jealous and likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don’t say you aren’t. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don’t want you to disagree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he’s definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys don’t like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Don’t be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–If you are going to reject a guy, just do it. Don’t say they are like a brother or just good friends, it just hurts even more. Tell them that you aren’t interested in a relationship and they will respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl’s mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He’s just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–We don’t like girls who are too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Always make sure you know what kind of stuff your getting into before making out with a guy …like whether it’s a one time deal or not ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Believe it or not shy guys are the most easiest to talk to..it may not seem right but trust me they will start opening up like books after you just ask them questions about their lives and unnoticable tell them about yours…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Guys will test the waters to see how far they can get with you. Even if he doesn’t intend to it will happen. Know how far it is you want to let him go and he will respect that…after you let him know a couple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; baka sakali makareflect un iba jan ~_~` oh basahin na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-655212253981843113?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/655212253981843113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/60-things-most-girls-dont-know_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/655212253981843113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/655212253981843113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/60-things-most-girls-dont-know_20.html' title='Things most girls dont know'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-2620629819436380581</id><published>2008-12-17T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:11:50.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Confession of a Tightwad Grown-Up 3 (Topsy-Turvy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.arhomeandgarden.org/images/landscape/specialty/cerus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 244px;" src="http://www.arhomeandgarden.org/images/landscape/specialty/cerus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am. Coughing over a pack of cancer sticks. Still hoping that if I would smoke today, I would surely die by tomorrow. And with that I won't quit chain smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder what would Des and Lad be acting by the time I meet them at our rendezvous on the next day. I forgot about them already, about what happened to us - they're history. All I'm thinking right now is blank. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cup of coffee in this gray December night would be nice (especially if it would be paired with an angel by my side). Ella, still sleeping like a night-blooming cereus - a cactus that keeps its beauty overflowing with her flowing that only blooms at night. I'm not saying she's the opposite of a morning glory. Well in fact, she's my morning glory - she will always be. I still can't refuse looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I step out right through her door, a smile would be painted in my face. It's enough for me if I see her happy. Does it make sense? We've share a glimpse of our lives. But everytime that I would know more of her, little by little my heart would feel that it is squeezed by somebody. Ella's heart belongs to someone now, and I couldn't help it but listen to her stories. I almost forgot that she can make anyone love her if she would only do it for purpose. Gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a short note just for Ella, but decided not to give it. I can't stand the agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---O---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to take your picture so I can dream of you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to give you a bunch of roses but what's the use?&lt;br /&gt;I wish to hold your hands but if I would do that, you might vomit.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to hug you tight but you won't need it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to love you more but somebody owns you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same way of saying I couldn't reach your heart Ella. Wishful thinking didn't matter alot but it sure helps - it always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to say... I wish you all the best in life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---O---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is tough. Love is burden. All are ruined, so forget about life and forget about love for now. Suppress. It's not a sign of giving up. It's a sign of being strong. Though making myself more serious about this stuff is telling me that I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's wishing to have a long-lasting healthy relationship, and so do I. However, I must build a strong foundation with my princess before reaching to that point. I still hope for the right time... and that I can be rigid until then. And when that rightful time would come, I would give my very all just to ask for her hand. More than writing her letters from time to time just for her to know that I think of her every minute of my life. More than giving her an hour of piggy-back ride. More than singing a song dedicated only for her, even if I'm out of tune, I'd surely sing. More than standing for several hours outside her gate under the heavy thunderstorm, just to give a bunch of roses. More than kneeling in front of her with a signboard saying 'I Love You'. More than catching for her when she's on a running tricycle and when I'm on my running shoes. More than screaming 'I Love You Ella!' in the middle of a crowd just for her to hear me out. More than what's her definition of love. More than all of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ella and I have our own destinies to make. She already found hers, I'm still struggling for mine. Too bad, it wasn't cordial as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world revolves. As it goes, it was too late for me to realize... I can never make thinks happen all according to my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-2620629819436380581?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/2620629819436380581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/confession-of-tightwad-grown-up-iii.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/2620629819436380581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/2620629819436380581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/confession-of-tightwad-grown-up-iii.html' title='Confession of a Tightwad Grown-Up 3 (Topsy-Turvy)'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6902445842607607555</id><published>2008-12-17T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:11:36.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>To The Girl I Once Adored</title><content type='html'>down in the ricefields, hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;we've walked together&lt;br /&gt;In that spin-a-bottle&lt;br /&gt;we've shared our laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the seashore&lt;br /&gt;where i wrote your huge name&lt;br /&gt;And in the heart&lt;br /&gt;where it was detained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of flowers&lt;br /&gt;i picked in that mountain&lt;br /&gt;five pieces of roses&lt;br /&gt;given under the sparkling rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe dreams are still existing -&lt;br /&gt;way back then was very inspiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been years since i last saw you&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i just missed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-6902445842607607555?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6902445842607607555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-girl-i-once-adored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6902445842607607555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6902445842607607555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-girl-i-once-adored.html' title='To The Girl I Once Adored'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-8476570357916003948</id><published>2008-12-12T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:09:44.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Coward in Warrior's Cloak</title><content type='html'>My father, well-known for his bravery and wisdom, is a great strategist and commander. Many of them adore him and look upon him as god of war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battlefields, war cries, battle cries, corpses, bloodshed and glory - his experiences on all of these are very rich. His story must have been written in the books of our history. He never fails to amuse me. But many didn't knew, I am the opposite of my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wished to become just like him. I dream of becoming a painter someday. But it is a disgrace in the family and in the eyes of the clan if I would negate their decisions for me and if I would pursue my ambitions. All of them call me coward (the awful truth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the gentlemen in our clan - when getting on ripe age - would surely join the army. Just like my elder brothers - they garnered nobility because they were soldiers like my brave father). The medal of honor and prestige marked in the clan's name was the valid reason why I was forced to join the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I have been on war zones. But through all those battles and victories, my cowardice remains. I had live to fill the expectations of others, but they didn't have any idea that everytime a battle begins ... i usually hide myself, afraid of being slaughtered. Oftentimes I would hide under heavy dead bodies or just play dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night came, we were set to camp in a war zone. I pleaded to my father - the leader, not to continue the battle and just fall back now for we are incapacitated to fight. But my father's will is strong. He agitated the army to continue the fight against the enemy's horde. To him, it was always an honor to fight. Not even I, his youngest on, could break his command. Afterall, he's famous in delivering his army to the mouth of triumph. I was still afraid, I am always afraid. But now, not for myself, but for my father and elder brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daybreak blooms as the enemies came nearer. The battle has began. Flying lances, galloping horses, wails and clashing of swords were heart from almost every corner. I was attacked and i learned to defend myself - living for the sake of my father and brothers. But as i saw my comrades butchered, the crippling fear was crawling to get me. I got hurt, not with bruises and wounds, but by watching my elder brothers fall down unto the ground ... one by one, slain. I came to look for my beloved father. But it was too late to save a life. Not from distance, there i saw a body covered with blood in the face, lying on the floor, it was my father. My beloved father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War is over for me. Seeing my brothers and my father dead, I had enough. My heart is sad and sick. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more. I felt something hard stabbed me from behind, flashbacks ... my dream of becoming a painter, fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to be like my father. I wanted to live, they call me a coward. I died a coward, they call me hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-8476570357916003948?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/8476570357916003948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/coward-in-warriors-cloak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/8476570357916003948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/8476570357916003948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/coward-in-warriors-cloak.html' title='Coward in Warrior&apos;s Cloak'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-7341809850216565277</id><published>2008-12-12T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:09:30.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Dali Kauban</title><content type='html'>Dali kauban, magkuyog ta&lt;br /&gt;Atong tan-awon ang kahimtang nila;&lt;br /&gt;Mga tawong nawad-an na ug paglaom&lt;br /&gt;Sa gagmayng relief goods na lamang gipasalig ang kaugmaon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali kauban, magkuyog ta&lt;br /&gt;Tan-awon ta ang mga mag-uuma&lt;br /&gt;Nga ang mao-mao nilang sinaligang umahan,&lt;br /&gt;Gibomba ug napugos nalang nga biyaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali kauban, magkuyog ta&lt;br /&gt;Sa Munai, Tangcal, ug Poona Piagapo&lt;br /&gt;Ang lugar nga gikahilunaan sa mga lumulupyo,&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga gipansunugan ug balay&lt;br /&gt;Ug sila nga ang pangpangabuhian gipampatay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali kauban, magkuyog ta&lt;br /&gt;Atong pamatud-an kung tinood ba ang ingon sa gobyerno -&lt;br /&gt;“Basta adunay mga Moro, buhi ang terorismo!”&lt;br /&gt;Atong timbangon kung kini husto ba,&lt;br /&gt;Dili ba kaha gobyerno ang tinuod nga terorista?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali kauban, magkuyog ta&lt;br /&gt;Atong pawinawon ang walay unod nga mga storya&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga naghari nga walay nabuhat nga mga lakang&lt;br /&gt;Para kalinaw ug hustisya maiasdang&lt;br /&gt;Ang ilang tubag sa mga rebelde –&lt;br /&gt;“All-Out war ra ang solusyon niini!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali kauban, magkuyog ta&lt;br /&gt;Aron masaksihan sa imong mga mata&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga kasakit ug pag-antos nila&lt;br /&gt;Mga masang tawhanong katungod giyatakan&lt;br /&gt;Mga labing dinaug-daug ug pinahimuslan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali kauban, magkuyog ta&lt;br /&gt;Makigbisog ug maghiusa alang kanila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;The US-Arroyo government spent 1B pesos in the current All-Out war campaign against the MILF rebels. Asking for another 2.6B of budget for military offensives in Mindanao. This was reported Nov. 19,2008 by TV-Patrol World. I don't wish for Mindanao to become the next Iraq or Afghanistan, how bout you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-7341809850216565277?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/7341809850216565277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/dali-kauban.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7341809850216565277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7341809850216565277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/dali-kauban.html' title='Dali Kauban'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-5217314875429525973</id><published>2008-12-12T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:09:17.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>SINING NG KABATAAN</title><content type='html'>Ang himig ng aming musika,&lt;br /&gt;Panaghoy ng magsasaka&lt;br /&gt;Silang pangunahing pwersa,&lt;br /&gt;Binhi n gating paglaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang bawat tulang aming likha,&lt;br /&gt;Lakas ng uring manggagawa&lt;br /&gt;Silang hukbong mapagpalaya,&lt;br /&gt;Panday n gating pag-asa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang bawat indak n gaming paa,&lt;br /&gt;Handog naming para sa masa&lt;br /&gt;Ang galaw ng aming mga kamay,&lt;br /&gt;Sa kanila naming inaalay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kuskos ng gitara&lt;br /&gt;at guhit ng pintura-&lt;br /&gt;Aming obra maestra,&lt;br /&gt;Alang-alang sa masa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sining ng kabataan,&lt;br /&gt;ay para sa kinabukasan&lt;br /&gt;Ang sining ng kabataan,&lt;br /&gt;ay kultura ng mamamayan&lt;br /&gt;Ang sining ng kabataan,&lt;br /&gt;kalayaan ng ating bayan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-5217314875429525973?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6047999807278319288</id><published>2008-12-12T15:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:09:03.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Mantigue</title><content type='html'>Dugo at pawis aming ipinanday&lt;br /&gt;Lambat ng buhay, sa alon sumasabay&lt;br /&gt;Ipaglaban ang islang sa amiý bumubuhay&lt;br /&gt;Kapalit man nitoý aming kamatayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Mantigue (8x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampas ng mga bula sa mukha&lt;br /&gt;Ng mapuputing Kristal&lt;br /&gt;Ipagtatanggol sa mang-aapi&lt;br /&gt;Hinding-hindi aatras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; the original composition of this one is a poem. it's all about a place called mantigue island in camiguin. people who live there were bribed by the local government to leave their sanctuary, but they refused. the local government made their decision even harder, there were 2 options to choose from, 10,000 pesos for leaving the island or imprisonment as penalty for declining the present mayor. those people who insisted not to leave were imprisoned then filed with cases such as trespassing and squatting. but the previous local mayor recognized their existence and stated that they really were residents of the island. mantigue island was planned to be made into a resort area for foreigners. and so with that, they need to get rid of the people who were living there for almost 15 years... the poem, blended with melodies, it turned into a song.. haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-6047999807278319288?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6047999807278319288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/mantigue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6047999807278319288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6047999807278319288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/mantigue.html' title='Mantigue'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-558441295847668943</id><published>2008-12-12T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:08:44.601-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Alter Ego</title><content type='html'>A clench in the fist&lt;br /&gt;A roar in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hurtle the wall&lt;br /&gt;is for withdrawing temper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A barricade fence surrounding,&lt;br /&gt;bulwark of the fragile crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again,&lt;br /&gt;I hold the arms of my soul - swap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's now talking - I tell you&lt;br /&gt;Harken: a whisper in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the lips of sissy&lt;br /&gt;Shrilling sounds licking the eardrums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalling the retro...&lt;br /&gt;You were not the same prodigy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accede.&lt;br /&gt;Because this is the other me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-558441295847668943?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/558441295847668943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/alter-ego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/558441295847668943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/558441295847668943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/alter-ego.html' title='Alter Ego'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-5217309520313287486</id><published>2008-12-12T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:08:35.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>Thousands and thousands,&lt;br /&gt;those thoughts that run,&lt;br /&gt;over and over the head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds and hundreds,&lt;br /&gt;of hearsays overheard,&lt;br /&gt;clenching the eardrums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens and tens&lt;br /&gt;feelings that play,&lt;br /&gt;inside this grounded heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one,&lt;br /&gt;Creeping slowly,&lt;br /&gt;eating me alive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-5217309520313287486?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/5217309520313287486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/numbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5217309520313287486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5217309520313287486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/12/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6265243816799075180</id><published>2008-11-13T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:08:21.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Confession of a Tightwad Grown-Up 2</title><content type='html'>"I had devoted myself on the idea not to love again for - the nth time - it would be tragic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to skip the pages of my life. That's why from time to time I'd reminisce those regretful memories and then boils down to one conclusion... that girls are world wreckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, stereotyping them would give them the impression that I'm judgmental. But they shouldn't blame me for being like this, they must not. I know I can't keep up with them, with their standards. Maybe because like they always do, I can't find anything attractive in me in any way you look at it. I don't play ball, can't make wonderful melodies out of strings, both with left feet, and obtains a shrieking thin voice which is not affordable for singing. No good, not even in character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since Lad left me. He kept his ground with Erica. It never appeared to my mind that he would leave an old rugged friend for the sake of a woman. The power of love eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's odd. Even though I'm used to the idea that Lad sometimes exploit me when he needs it, I still rely on him. Now? I'm a solitaire. Is this the reason behind why I'm still looking for someone to turn to? After Des, who's next? Bitter. You know what, I can have simple likings to anyone in the streets but I never intended to draw close to them. Of course, they're strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I thought Erica would be the last girl that I would ever desire. And then I ate my words until I met that cordial lady. And I thought she's way too different from Des because from the time we had our acquaintance, she was so discreet (she doesn't even emit any single word). And intriguingly, I'm starting to know more about her. She doesn't drink coffee (only chocolates), doesn't like rainy seasons, strikingly laughs out loud over simple cracking jokes, unwittingly noticed... she's really smart. And she's an angel when she sleeps - undefinable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous, how can I refuse to that sweetheart? When every time I turn down my feelings for her, she always reminds me about it. There was even a time when I said to myself I should not nurture my emotions. That morning, we were at a tricycle for a ride. I thought I got over those sensational feelings. Unluckily, I got no choice but to sit beside her. In the middle of the ride, I came to think of many many things that would keep my mind busy and away from her. But God, she was just so powerful that when she leaned on me and rested her head on my shoulder for a nap I was pulverized. The solid heart I accumulated has broken down into thin tiny fragments. All what's left was the tamed soul which was hidden for a long time and apparently, it showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, I begun to care. It's weird, I feel uneasy every time I find her uncomfortable. Often times I use to hand her a soft pillow and blankets her at night when she sleeps. Isn't that cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time perhaps, wouldn't lose its turn against me. That's why I should take a good grip. I know suppressing the feelings might ruin me. But I guess it's the best thing to do for now. I just don't want to mess everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mayas outside were looking for shelter, unfortunately they had live to enjoy the rainy day. The rain, its droplets of water strike the ground to calm it down. As the ground also embraces the coolness in open arms. The morning, it was mutual as I ponder, looking up that mild sky. After all those hard times with Lad and Erica - which I thought very impossible for me to carry on - had gone so fast. And it always amuses me... when a frail heart begins to love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaw. Na diay masumpay sa part 1. XD~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another short story :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kaon lapok*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-6265243816799075180?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6265243816799075180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/11/confession-of-tightwad-grown-up-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6265243816799075180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6265243816799075180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/11/confession-of-tightwad-grown-up-2.html' title='Confession of a Tightwad Grown-Up 2'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-4067039236025331431</id><published>2008-11-13T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:05:52.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Aktibismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVv_qGHQ3Kg/TuHBWUwJY-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/QQLbP3Azs84/s1600/homepage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVv_qGHQ3Kg/TuHBWUwJY-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/QQLbP3Azs84/s320/homepage.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagnanakaw sa kaban ng bayan,&lt;br /&gt;Mabuti pa rin ba sa mata ng mamamayan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung oo, hayaan nating ipagpatuloy ang gawain&lt;br /&gt;ng mga sinungaling, ganid at sakim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung hindi! aba kung ako sayo'y mag-iisip-isip na ako!&lt;br /&gt;Matagal na pala akong niloloko ng gobyerno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tao, wag kang maging bulag sa matagal mo nang nakikita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag kang maging bingi sa lahat ng nailahad na mga balita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag mo hayaang ika'y maging duwag upang hindi na makapagsalita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ang pagkilos ma'y masama sa tingin ng madla,&lt;br /&gt;Nararapat lamang na ito'y panghawakan pagkat ito'y tama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-4067039236025331431?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/4067039236025331431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/11/aktibismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4067039236025331431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4067039236025331431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/11/aktibismo.html' title='Aktibismo'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVv_qGHQ3Kg/TuHBWUwJY-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/QQLbP3Azs84/s72-c/homepage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-8986600900430453896</id><published>2008-11-07T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:07:57.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Underling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/pon%20and%20zi" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn161/AARONMOISES/emohrdcore.jpg" border="0" alt="pon &amp;amp;amp; zi Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings won't be understood&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are just emotions&lt;br /&gt;Nobody would understand, nobody will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping things hidden,&lt;br /&gt;Making each day fill with&lt;br /&gt; doubts and confusions&lt;br /&gt;Thus actions become feeble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living gentle&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing and fancy&lt;br /&gt;Cover the lies beneath the troubled heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because behind every little thing&lt;br /&gt; kept inside&lt;br /&gt;I am still inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wishful thinking*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-8986600900430453896?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/8986600900430453896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/11/underling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/8986600900430453896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/8986600900430453896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/11/underling.html' title='Underling'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6488396335381481901</id><published>2008-11-07T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:07:39.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Seatmate</title><content type='html'>Oh if you're a statue&lt;br /&gt;You would be the Venus de Milo&lt;br /&gt;Silacrum of smile and tenderness&lt;br /&gt;Lambkin of joy and loveliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is you&lt;br /&gt;Who makes me gracefully bend my head&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's you&lt;br /&gt;The image i see before going to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is really awkward&lt;br /&gt;But, you caught me off guard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-6488396335381481901?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6488396335381481901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/11/seatmate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6488396335381481901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6488396335381481901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/11/seatmate.html' title='Seatmate'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-1228685549201754540</id><published>2008-10-23T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:07:26.158-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Tětě-á-tětě</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO THE GRASPING PROLETARIATS&lt;br /&gt;YOUNGER MY AGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I told you it's not a bed of roses?&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget Wang Yang Ming&lt;br /&gt;in those fateful nights of&lt;br /&gt;the Great Proletarian Cultural Revt'n&lt;br /&gt;I can't, I cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We who must transcend&lt;br /&gt;from the bourgeois origin&lt;br /&gt;and submit to antagonistic&lt;br /&gt;class contradictions,&lt;br /&gt;unacidic collective debates&lt;br /&gt;Painful everyday, painful.&lt;br /&gt;variety of antagonisms.&lt;br /&gt;Brace for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;You said you want to go to&lt;br /&gt;the countrysides?&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot. Stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Versus the cool western wind&lt;br /&gt;Never forget to look for the&lt;br /&gt;western side of your tree&lt;br /&gt;at 6 o'clock in the evening&lt;br /&gt;Your only consolation.&lt;br /&gt;Embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush, my dear little boy, hush&lt;br /&gt;You'll be near.&lt;br /&gt;Persevere. Persevere.&lt;br /&gt;Get your cancer sticks&lt;br /&gt;and discern not on the smoke&lt;br /&gt;it emits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;Not for me, but for you.&lt;br /&gt;It is for the faceless&lt;br /&gt;whom we fought for&lt;br /&gt;through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please kiss the first dawn&lt;br /&gt;of victory for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;YOUNG ONE'S REPLY TO THE UNDYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;PROLETARIATS OF THE OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daybreak opens with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Embroidering the red sun would be&lt;br /&gt;disappointing and malevolent&lt;br /&gt;in the eye of the bourgeois&lt;br /&gt;But yes, we can! we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are to commit class suicide&lt;br /&gt;to unwrap ourselves&lt;br /&gt;from the bourgeois bearings,&lt;br /&gt;to succumb and give birth&lt;br /&gt;to a new life - proletariats!&lt;br /&gt;In which we are conduct of becoming&lt;br /&gt;Painstaking and crucial.&lt;br /&gt;Persevere. Persevere.&lt;br /&gt;And yes we would venture&lt;br /&gt;the countrysides!&lt;br /&gt;Barefooted and vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;against the wrath of the western wind.&lt;br /&gt;We'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;our everyday living with the peasants&lt;br /&gt;They're the ones whom&lt;br /&gt;we can rely upon&lt;br /&gt;We will bind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would follow the trace of your footsteps&lt;br /&gt;True, you said i am the captain of my soul&lt;br /&gt;I am to use this will&lt;br /&gt;to set the captives free&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the long run,&lt;br /&gt;we are the protegĕ&lt;br /&gt;of the undying proletariats&lt;br /&gt;of the old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of antagonistic&lt;br /&gt;class contradictions&lt;br /&gt;We -the people- struggle for commitment&lt;br /&gt;A debt of gratitude for your wisdom&lt;br /&gt;We find clarity to oversee the society&lt;br /&gt;your souls will inhibit within.&lt;br /&gt;If, for instance, we fail to bring&lt;br /&gt;your flesh in the time of triumph,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will kiss the first dawn&lt;br /&gt;of victory for you.&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/7849998483200954469-1228685549201754540?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/1228685549201754540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/1228685549201754540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/1228685549201754540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/d.html' title='Tětě-á-tětě'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-2908439683823353832</id><published>2008-10-15T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:58:21.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Kauban</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nh0N8vZDT0k/TuG_lvV91iI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yHLkWKsim1k/s1600/activists.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nh0N8vZDT0k/TuG_lvV91iI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yHLkWKsim1k/s320/activists.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susama sa usa ka nagdilaab nga kalayo ang gibati sa kasingkasing ni Roman. Dili mawagtang sa iyang alimpatakan ang mga panghitabo niining naiging mga adlaw. Tulo ka adlaw gumikan karon, gipadad-an siya ug suwat-pagpanghulga inubanan sa tulo ka bala sa 45 nga pusil sulod sa usa ka sobre. Dili na ni bag-o kaniya, nakasayud na siya aning panghitabua - nadawat ni Marco panahon bag-o siya naabduct. Imbis nga mahadlok, mas nihupot si Roman sa iyang gipakigbisugan. Wala siya'y makita nga sayop sa dalang iyang gisubay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hapit upat ka bulan na ang milabay sukad nakita ang dunot nga lawas ni Marco sa lasang gikan sa pagkawala niini. Masubay nga gitorture usa - agi sa mga paso sa sigarilyo ug bun-og sa kalawasan sa biktima - bag-o gisilutan ug kamatayon ang batan-ong si Marco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Marco, usa ka maayong anak-sa-buhat: nailhang madasigong aktibista ng LFS; kritiko sa inutil ug dautang gobyerno; ug hingpit nga maayong kauban kang Roman ug sa iyang mga higala. Ug tungod sa kahalang sa mga ginabuhiang istorya kada magbatbat sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rally&lt;/span&gt;, wa masalbar si Marco gikan sa pagkapasista sa rehimeng Arroyo. Isa ra si Marco sa hapit libong biktima sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extra-judicial killings&lt;/span&gt; sa Pinas - obra maestra sa estado diin bisan usa niini wala pa matagaig hustisya.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unang nag-ila si Roman ug Marco sa signature campaign batok sa komersyalisasyon sa edukasyon, usa ka lakang sa LFS nga gilunsad gawas sa gate sa unibersidad. Naintriga ug naingganyo si Roman sa mga binuhat ni Marco, butang nga nagtukmod sa duha aron magsuod ug ayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisgutanang katilingban ug sulbad sa sakit niini, si Marco ang naglahad ug nagpalawig sa tanang kahibalo ni Roman -kaniya siya nagkat-on. Dato ang Pilipinas apan nagkalisud ang mayorya sa katawhang Pilipino; wala matarong ug apud-apud ang aduna sa nasud; ug ang sakit, gigamit kini sa adunahan arun pahimuslan iyang isig katawo. Ang kalisud sa kalibutan mas napasimple tungod kay matngon kining ginatuki ug ginatun-an sa LFS - kun diin so Marco usa ka aktibong membro ug nagalihok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa natad sa simpleng panginabuhi, nakita ni Roman kang Marco ang usa ka ehemplo sa yanong masa. Wala nagdamgo si Marco para sa iyang kaugalingong kahalipay (ang madato sulod sa usa ka semipyudal-semikolonyal nga katilingban). Ang bugtong pangandoy niya, ang mahatag ang dugay nang gihikawan nga demokratikong katungod sa masa, katungod nga dili makapangyatak sa katungod sa uban. Ug kung muabot kini nga higayon, mamahimong patas ang tanang tawo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gihalad ni Marco ang iyang kaugalingon diha para alagaran ang masa sa bisan unsang pamaagi: paggahin ug oras ug panahon, sakripisyo ... kamatayon. "Pakigbisugan ang interes sa masa nga wala naghunahuna sa kaugalingon ug wala naghulat ug ikabaylo", mga istoryang mitatak gumikan kang Marco - ang impluwensiya nga gibilin kang Roman isip usa ka kauban ug katimbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Marco pud ang mitabang kang Roman aron mahikmata kini - kuhaon ang lapok sa nawong - og mulihok para bag-uhon ang dugay nang dunot nga sistema. Nauna man si Marcong naglihok, dungan man sab silang nilambo ni Roman sa pag-atubang sa matag kontradiksyon: ang pagpanglingla sa estado sa katawhan; pagpakaylap ug sayop na panghunahuna sa burgesya; pagpabiling buta-bungol sa katawhan; buktot nga ideya sa kaestudyantihan taliwala sa grabeng kalisud; ug ang panagbangi sa hut-ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Marco ... inspirasyon ni Roman sa pag-asdang sa interes sa halapad nga masa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ang sakripisyo ni Marco, dili muungot ug dili masayang!", sulod-gawas nga hunahuna sa utok sa estudyanteng si Roman. Kapin tuig napud siyang nahimong maayong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mass leader&lt;/span&gt; ug &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human rights worker&lt;/span&gt;. Nagplastar ug usa ka stool sa gawas sa ilang purtahan, tama ra nga makita niya ang kalangiton ug ang palibut sa gawas sa balay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalom na ang takna sa kagabhion ug hayag pa kaayo ang bulan. Gumikan sa pagkahanap, nagsumikad ug nagpatin-aw sa ngitngit nga langit. Sa pagmuni-muni sa gawas sa balay niabot na usab sa kahimatngon ni Roman nga pakusgon pag-ayo ang wala nahumang pakigbisug ni Marco - ang batan-ong way laing gihandum kundili iasdang ang interes sa mga gipahimuslan ug kabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apan wala niuyon ang kanindot sa gabii kang Roman. Nahanaw ang kahilom sa nisunod nga mga panghitabo. Tulo ka buto ang nialingawngaw gawas sa ilang balay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Roman - sama ni Marco, nakigbisog usab para sa gipangdaugdaug - hilom nga nagsandig sa bangkong iyang gikahilunaan, wala nay malay ... nagtulo ang dugo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7849998483200954469-2908439683823353832?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/2908439683823353832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/kauban.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/2908439683823353832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/2908439683823353832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/kauban.html' title='Kauban'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nh0N8vZDT0k/TuG_lvV91iI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yHLkWKsim1k/s72-c/activists.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-7686215942077739566</id><published>2008-10-13T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:06:50.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Rally Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SRanh5LNvzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XiQLAzMxcrM/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SRanh5LNvzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XiQLAzMxcrM/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266581014981754674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ako si Jepjep, sampung taong gulang, palaboy, at ulila sa ina. Ni minsan di ko natikman ang mabuhay ng inaalagaan ng isang ina. Bata pa lang daw ako nung magpatiwakal ang aking nanay. Ang kwento ng chismosa kong tyahen sakin, yung nanay ko di na raw nakatiis sa grabeng hirap ng buhay - kakaramput na pagkain, lubog sa utang, kahit pambili ng singkong asin mahirap mahanap. Panahon daw kasi nun nung nawalan ng trabaho ang tatay. Natapos na daw kasi yung kontrata niya sa pinapasukan niyang kumpanya. Medyo matagal din siyang hindi nakakita ng trabaho. Kaya ayun, si nanay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tatay naman mabait, yun nga lang, pag umuuwi siyang lasing parating nagagalit at nanggugulpi. Kaya nga andito ako sa kalye ngayon, tatambay-tambay kasama si Boy. Takot ako, baka kasi galit na naman si tatay pag-uwi niya mamaya. Wala na kasing maisasaing eh, wala nang bigas (naubos  kaninang umaga).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oy Jepjep, tignan mo yun oh" sabi ni Boy sabay kuhit sa likod ko. Napalingon naman ako agad. Unang nasilayan ko - mga taong nagtipon-tipon at isang malaking piktyur ng demonyo. Kahit malayo, litaw parin ang mukha ng nasa piktyur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano yan?" tanong ko kay Boy sabay kamut sa batok. "Si Gloria yan tange! Siya daw presidente ng Pilipinas, lika lapit tayo!" sagot niya habang kumaripas ang takbo papunta sa mga taong nagbubuhat nung dambuhalang larawan ng demonyo. Ayokong magpaiwan kaya sumunod ako kay Boy. Nasa malapit na kami nung malaking piktyur ng demonyo nang nakuha ang atensyon ko ng malalakas na mga sigaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gloria, Tuta!", paulit-ulit na sigaw ng mga taong nagtitipon (hula ko mga estudyante sila base sa anyo nila). May dala-dala silang parisukat na kartong papel na may mga titik at guhit. Matagal nakong hindi nagsasanay magbasa eh, hanggang grade 1 lang kasi natapos ko at matagal ko nang nakalimutan ang turo ni teacher. Minabuti kong ipabasa kay Boy kung anong nakasulat sa parisukat na kartong papel. Ang sabi niya, 'Ust JMA!'. Basta parang ganon, si Boy kasi nakaabot pa ng grade 3 kaya mas bihasa siyang magbasa at sumulat kesa sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nagtagal me biglang lumapit na mama, mapayat at matangkad, at medyo maiksi ang buhok. Nagpakilala siyang siya si kuya Bel. Tinanong niya kung gusto ba naming sumama ni Boy sa kanilang rali, magmamartsa daw sila. Wala naman kaming pinagkakaabalahan ni Boy ngayon at ayaw ko pang umuwi kaya okey lang na sumama kami (mukhang enjoy naman sumama eh). Binigyan kami nung kartong papel ni kuya Bel matapos akong nagpakita ng positibong pagsang-ayon sa tanong niya. Medyo malaki yung parisukat na kartong papel, kinailangan kong abutin ang bawat dulo nito. Hawak-hawak ko yung parisukat na kartong papel habang labas ngipin ang ngiti ko kay Boy (nasisiyahan ako sa ginagawa namin parang naglalaro lang kami). Nagsimula na kaming maglakad. Nagmartsa kami mula sa tapat ng isang eskwelahan at medyo malayo ang nilakad namin  - pinawisan nga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang naglalakad, panay sigaw ng mga taong kasama namin. "Gloria, ibagsak!" sa kana't kaliwa. Nasa harap ko ang malaking piktyur ng demonyo. Di ko maiwasang mapatingala at tignang mabuti ang piktyur (kasi parang nakita ko na yung mukha na yun dati). Ang ingay namin kasi pati mga tao sa gilid nung kalsada napapalingon din samin. Marami sa kanila bumabati, at nakikisabay, marami ding nagmamasid lang. Nung naglalakad kami, napatanong bigla si kuya Bel kung anong mga pangalan namin. Tingin ko hindi naman siya mukhang masamang tao kaya't minabuti kong sumagot para sa amin ni Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating na nga kami sa lugar kung san kami hihinto at pipila ng nakahanay - dala-dala yung mga kartong papel, flags at yung malaking piktyur. Wala akong masyadong matandaang nakasulat dun sa mga flags maliban dun sa pula na may mga malalaking titik na LF at S. Nagpaalam sandali si kuya Bel, tapos bigla niyang hinawakan yung parang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;microphone&lt;/span&gt; (kasi lumalakas yung tunog kapag nagsalita ka habang itinatapat mu yung bibig mo dun), at naglakad papuntang gitna - tamang tama para siya'y makita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsalita na si kuya Bel, nawala yung maamo niyang mukha at para siyang galit, parang si tatay. Medyo mahaba yung ulat niya pero nakikinig naman ako. Bukam bibig ni kuya si Gloria - tingin ko yun ang kinakausap niya. Nalaman ko na siya pala ang dahilan ba't kami andito, nakalinya at nagsasalaysay ng mga hinanaing namin. Nasabi niya na maraming naghihirap ngayon subalit wala man lang ginagawa si Gloria. Tama si kuya Bel, marami na ngang naghihirap at tingin ko kasama kami ni Boy dun. Kasi minsan, isang beses lang akong kumain eh minsan ganun din si Boy. Wala naman kasi akong pambili ng bigas, mahal pa naman ang kilo ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko panay turo ni kuya sa amin ni Boy. Sinasabi niya na si gobyerno ay walang inatupag kundi nagpakasasa sa pagpapayaman. Wala daw siyang plano na tulungan ang mga dukha, dugtong ni kuya Bel. Magulo  pero medyo nauunawaan ko si kuya. Anong malay ko ba't nabanggit niya si gobyerno, di ko naman siya kilala. Pero tantya ko, si gobyerno si Gloria - yung demonyong mukha sa malaking larawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nagsasalita si kuya Bel, nagmamasid ako sa palibot. May isa mula sa hanay namin, nag-aabot ng mga papel sa mga dumadaan. Yung isa namang mama, nakaitim ang damit tapos me sombrero at sheyds biglang nilapitan si kuya Bel at nagpiktyur gamit ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cellphone&lt;/span&gt; niya - di namin siya kasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natapos nang magsalita si kuya, sinubaybayan ko kung san ang tungo niya. Papunta sa lalaking me hawak ng maykropon. Sa likod nung lalaki meron ding lalaking me karga-kargang kamera (alam kong kamera yun, nakakita nako ng ganun minsan nung nakikinood ako ng Wowowee sa kapitbahay). Nagpalitan sila ng salita at nagkamustahan pagkatapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos makipagkwentuhan ni kuya Bel sa mama, isa-isa kaming inabutan ng sirang kamatis. Pumagitna yung humahawak ng malaking litrato ng demonyo. Nang magbigay ng senyales ang kasama namin, naglipana ang mga kamatis sa kaliwa't kanan at likuran ko. Lahat dumapo sa malaking mukha ni Gloria, isa-isang nawawasak. Hindi naman kami nagpahuli ni Boy, inilapag ko ang kartong papel na hawak ko at binato ko yung ilong niya - sa may nunal. Ang sarap sa pakiramdam, nabitin nga ako't naubos ang mga kamatis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimula na kaming mag-empake pauwi nung balikan kami ni kuya Bel. Humingi siya ng sori at naiwan niya kami ni Boy kanina. Habang nagbabalot ng mga dala-dalang gamit, panay salita ni kuya Bel sa min (wla na yung galit niyang mukha). Nagkwento siya samin, sabi niya dapat nag-aaral daw kami ngayon at hindi na raw namin problema kung san huhugot ng panggasto dun - problema na daw ni gobyerno, ni Gloria. Sana nga makapagtapos ako ng pag-aaral, pangarap kong maging abogado (ipagtatanggol ko ang mga inaapi). Pero di nako umaasa, kasi tingin ko hanggang pangarap nalang yun eh. Sabi ni kuya Bel sira daw kasi yung sistema ng lipunan, tinatakda ng US at ni gobyerno kaya't maraming naghihirap at nagugutom. Medyo hindi ko siya maintindihan pero parang nakuha ko na kung anong ibig niyang sabihin - ang sistema ang nagpapahirap sa amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natapos na kaming magbalot, niyaya kami ni kuya Bel na sumabay na sa kanila pauwi, kakain raw muna ng hapunan. Gutom narin ako at tinanong ko si Boy kung ano &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; niya (panay tango niya ibig sabihin oo). Nagngitian kaming dalawa ni Boy, natutuwa kami dahil meron na kaming bagong natutuna't nakilala, me libreng pagkain pa! Sana sa susunod na rali makasama kami uli - tulad nang ganito. Gusto ko pa kasing matuto. Balang araw, magiging kagaya din ako ni kuya Bel - di man siya abogado, ipinagtatanggol niya naman kaming mahihirap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balang araw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-7686215942077739566?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/7686215942077739566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/rally-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7686215942077739566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7686215942077739566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/rally-boys.html' title='Rally Boys'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SRanh5LNvzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XiQLAzMxcrM/s72-c/IMG_0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-7036918681936008959</id><published>2008-10-10T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:06:29.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Victor</title><content type='html'>The east is where the sun rises,&lt;br /&gt;When that time comes,&lt;br /&gt;The sun would be red!&lt;br /&gt;Ablaze, with scorching heat&lt;br /&gt;That would burn the maggots alive:&lt;br /&gt;For the strength of the weak,&lt;br /&gt;The scorching sun!&lt;br /&gt;Will turn the oppressors  down.&lt;br /&gt;That very time will come,&lt;br /&gt;when the lark's flock will sing.&lt;br /&gt;A song of liberty&lt;br /&gt;A song of sacrifice;&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to the people's&lt;br /&gt;never failing struggle.&lt;br /&gt;For each price entails sacrifices,&lt;br /&gt;And each sacrifice entails freedom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-7036918681936008959?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/7036918681936008959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/victor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7036918681936008959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7036918681936008959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/victor.html' title='Victor'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-4335481546940608934</id><published>2008-10-06T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:06:11.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Confession of a Tightwad Grown-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    It was all marked in the pages of my memory now. Lad was sitting on a monoblock chair. Smiling alone outside the gateway, staring at the starry sky. It's almost midnight, who else among us would do that aside from him? He's reminiscing the history again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not just a mere friend but rather a brother to me even when we were still young and innocent. Good thing we aren't as innocent as we were before. I know alot of stories of his love. He use to tell me everything about it. Detail by detail, repeatedly, oh how would I forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lad and I were of opposite polar regions on attitudes and behavior. I'm slow, he's quick. I'm the anti-social and he's the heart of the crowd and blah blah blah. One thing that makes us collide is that we always share the same cup of tea. Of course we end up hurting ourselves. Well I don't know about him, but I do. Too bad, in most cases I'm always the jerk and he's the breadwinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm happy as he is now - really. Him with his soon-to-be gf, the girl whom i also love. Funny how life works right? But this is the real story. I never hated him for who he was. I hated him because out of all the millions of guys in this planet, why on earth that he never fails to become my rival?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd still remember the first time we both met Erica - yes, she's the one. We're on our way to conduct a medical mission somewhere when we joined Erica's company. We are about to stay a couple of nights there. At first glance, Erica wasn't that appealing, only that she's a bubbly person. Then she captivated my heart. Due to being a shy guy, I always ask for Lad's help - he's good at this I tell you. And I thought that this would serve as my love story (guess not). It turned out I'm the one who's helping him to catch her heart. As they say, two heads are better than one. I plan for him, he does the initiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That final day was over yet they're still together, holding each other's hand like they never will. Cute. The night was sharp that everyone became tired and fell asleep - others were even snorting, gross. And Dew was also gently sleeping, like a baby in its crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lad chose to prolong the night as he lay close to her, watching her promising face - witnessing an angel from heaven resting in peace. Beautiful. he didn't notice I was widely awake... observing. How my heart aches, I can feel the bitterness of the world like the World Trade Center collapsing. I was envious. So goes the never winter nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this short story was made out of nothing. it's my first short story. anything on above mentioned were off relating to the real me, i swear. bwahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bula bula ang baba*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-4335481546940608934?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/4335481546940608934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/confession-of-tightwad-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4335481546940608934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4335481546940608934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/confession-of-tightwad-grown-up.html' title='Confession of a Tightwad Grown-Up'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-2451056892002548708</id><published>2008-10-06T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:05:58.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Noble Songster of Jamille's Master Piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tis' not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charle's Wain&lt;/span&gt;'s edifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that bemuses me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nor thus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cynosure&lt;/span&gt;'s price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intimidates me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O' E'en the Ire's finest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ard Ri&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot muster thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tis' not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shurnarkabtishashutu&lt;/span&gt;'s name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who puzzles thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nor the plucky &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spartan&lt;/span&gt;'s fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that fascinates me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rhetoric of a lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that maketh bloom of a maiden's liver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tis' not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leonardo&lt;/span&gt;'s astute art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who could paint tis' warrior's heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because the reason behind all o' these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noble songster of jamille's master piece&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A verse of perennial extremity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Way lain, ikaw ra jud lagi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolling on the floor laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sar lang, wahahaha. bitaw ue, tinuod ikaw ra lagi. whoever you are. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-2451056892002548708?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/2451056892002548708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/noble-songster-of-jamilles-master-piece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/2451056892002548708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/2451056892002548708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/noble-songster-of-jamilles-master-piece.html' title='The Noble Songster of Jamille&apos;s Master Piece'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-7803376937790795175</id><published>2008-10-06T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:05:42.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.careerrocketeer.com/wp-content/uploads/Time-for-Change-Job-Search-Strategy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.careerrocketeer.com/wp-content/uploads/Time-for-Change-Job-Search-Strategy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;a time to ponder and realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a time for getting-to-know experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to develop the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a time to share and spare another love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to give life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/sun%20dial/dupeoguns/sun_dial_by_elevenzes.jpg?o=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-7803376937790795175?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/7803376937790795175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7803376937790795175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7803376937790795175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-7505957863548603323</id><published>2008-10-01T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:05:23.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Poison and Antidote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/activism/DissentingSoldier/activismred.gif?o=23" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb80/DissentingSoldier/activismred.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government, the maggots' lair.&lt;br /&gt;vowed to serve the public&lt;br /&gt;for once, never did!&lt;br /&gt;words contaminated with venom&lt;br /&gt;a hazardous toxin&lt;br /&gt;fed upon the hungry and the dying&lt;br /&gt;you guilty vultures,&lt;br /&gt;with all your fallacious promises&lt;br /&gt;outwardly spoken to them:&lt;br /&gt;the struggling and exploited.&lt;br /&gt;here they are,&lt;br /&gt;asking for your debts&lt;br /&gt;but what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;coerce them,&lt;br /&gt;kill them with your fangs!&lt;br /&gt;it'll soon be over.&lt;br /&gt;the wrath of the people&lt;br /&gt;will punish you to death!&lt;br /&gt;ten thousand years,&lt;br /&gt;maybe too long&lt;br /&gt;but still our rank&lt;br /&gt;will remain and never fade!&lt;br /&gt;our class struggle will stand&lt;br /&gt;all be stronger, shout:&lt;br /&gt;"Long live the suffering people!&lt;br /&gt;Long live the revolution!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-7505957863548603323?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/7505957863548603323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/poison-and-antidote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7505957863548603323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7505957863548603323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/poison-and-antidote.html' title='Poison and Antidote'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6804974344163297550</id><published>2008-10-01T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:05:03.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Stellar</title><content type='html'>The first one was born&lt;br /&gt;after a long hour of agony&lt;br /&gt;vainly waiting for some&lt;br /&gt;miracles to happen -&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here goes another star.&lt;br /&gt;willing to reveal its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;just needing some time&lt;br /&gt;to twinkle brighter.&lt;br /&gt;brighter, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one, and&lt;br /&gt;here's also an another&lt;br /&gt;like a crowd - outside the gate&lt;br /&gt;making some scratching sounds&lt;br /&gt;hum strum hum strum&lt;br /&gt;a serenade, for&lt;br /&gt;the charm of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collide. You blend. They fuse.&lt;br /&gt;We permeate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-6804974344163297550?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6804974344163297550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/stellar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6804974344163297550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6804974344163297550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/stellar.html' title='Stellar'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6297672555226869560</id><published>2008-10-01T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:04:35.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  The heavens cry out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  The world falls out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  The tune grumbles out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  The music laughs out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  The lyrics dance out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  The mind hears out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  The heart speaks out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*intoxicated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ellipsis*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may not have the best talent&lt;br /&gt;   to sketch your sweet face,&lt;br /&gt;I may not be as present as always&lt;br /&gt;   just in case you need me,&lt;br /&gt;I might not tell you all the adorations&lt;br /&gt;   this planet could have,&lt;br /&gt;I might not write all the flowery words&lt;br /&gt;   just for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in my heart, I know&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To draw, to do, to say, to write,&lt;br /&gt;To care and to love ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smayli*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-6297672555226869560?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6297672555226869560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6297672555226869560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6297672555226869560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-1460791285279309145</id><published>2008-10-01T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:04:22.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Seven</title><content type='html'>Rose. Leaf. Road.&lt;br /&gt;White. Green. Empty.&lt;br /&gt;Broken. Mug. Page.&lt;br /&gt;Entente. Bitter. Crumple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight. Walk. Sip.&lt;br /&gt;Loud. Adroit. Beat.&lt;br /&gt;Sound. Thick. Bunch.&lt;br /&gt;Silence. Stiff. Factotum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stare. Puff. Lean.&lt;br /&gt;Black. Smoke. Near.&lt;br /&gt;Vine. Pierce. Touchstone.&lt;br /&gt;Whip. Deuce. Live longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-1460791285279309145?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/1460791285279309145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/1460791285279309145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/1460791285279309145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/seven.html' title='Seven'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-4193261960223765357</id><published>2008-10-01T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:04:09.208-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Two</title><content type='html'>Zephyr. Blink. Think.&lt;br /&gt;Calm. Swift. Abrupt.&lt;br /&gt;Love. Hug. Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Smile. Laugh. Hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late. Strum. Music.&lt;br /&gt;Morning. String. Melody.&lt;br /&gt;Grace. Tap. Drowse.&lt;br /&gt;Tranquility. Linger. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillow. Sense. Cut.&lt;br /&gt;Soft. Sing. Fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Hair. Brain. Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Stretch. Run. Dream on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-4193261960223765357?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/4193261960223765357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4193261960223765357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4193261960223765357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/two.html' title='Two'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-2754732933885449148</id><published>2008-10-01T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:03:54.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you're around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i glance at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;closely look,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your adorable face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the happy smiling facade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; we find time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we'd be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discreet conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accumulated a fortress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that attempts to reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          your very heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you're gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;distance doesn't hinder me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; time permits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i could sit beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hold your hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stare at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;till hell freezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wouldn't know heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and angel - You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rekindled my relinquished heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that it could glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         and shine for others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-2754732933885449148?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/2754732933885449148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/2754732933885449148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/2754732933885449148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/10/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-5194598395677446567</id><published>2008-09-25T00:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:03:37.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog things'/><title type='text'>Blog Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/black.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are aloof, mysterious, and distant.&lt;br /&gt;People feel like they really don't know the true you...&lt;br /&gt;Yet they're still drawn to you, almost by magnetic force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you don't even really feel like you know yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to put on a front than really think about your life's purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to seem pretentious, but it's just a mechanism you use to push people away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/side.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are calm and rational person with a good deal of balance in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends consider you to be kind, caring, and truly loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and trusting. However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open to the world, you are not afraid to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get enough sleep, you are: Able to cope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to sleep next to you because: You're a bed hog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Spatial Intelligence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/spatial.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a good sense of space and how the world around you looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can close your eyes and "see" images. You have innate artistic talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eye for color and shapes, you're also a natural designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you think in pictures, visual aids and demonstrations help you learn best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good navigator, sculptor, visual artist, inventor, architect, interior designer, or engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Dominant Thinking Style: Visioning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourthinkingstylequiz/visioning.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very insightful and tend to make decisions based on your insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You focus on how things should be - even if you haven't worked out the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idealist, thinking of the future helps you guide your path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to give others long-term direction and momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthinkingstylequiz/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're Pretty Stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoustupidquiz/stupid-4.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got 5/10 questions right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably time to get your head examined. You hardly know left from right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-5194598395677446567?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/5194598395677446567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-things_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5194598395677446567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5194598395677446567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-things_25.html' title='Blog Things'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-5091258450801090444</id><published>2008-09-23T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:03:21.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><title type='text'>Agit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SNjIZYgEzQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CRnGDDIKaV0/s1600-h/1_512113686l.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SNjIZYgEzQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CRnGDDIKaV0/s400/1_512113686l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249165704099581186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;            Fierce crowd, i cooly defy a thousand pointing fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Head bowed, like a willing ox ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SERVE THE PEOPLE!&lt;/span&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/7849998483200954469-5091258450801090444?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/5091258450801090444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/09/agit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5091258450801090444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/5091258450801090444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/09/agit.html' title='Agit!'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SNjIZYgEzQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CRnGDDIKaV0/s72-c/1_512113686l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-4199113606117377587</id><published>2008-09-09T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:03:03.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>What is a student?</title><content type='html'>A student doesn't limit himself inside the four walls of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A student must be aware of what is happening to his environment.&lt;br /&gt;A student must understand that he is an important factor for change.  He is always open to new set of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;A student must have an active participation in the society.  It's his historic role to contribute for the development of the society.&lt;br /&gt;A student's wisdom is obtained in learning from the masses.  He must blend with them.&lt;br /&gt;A student needs to liberate himself together with the masses.  Thus he must practice what he learned to form new theories.&lt;br /&gt;A student upholds a nationalist, scientific and mass-oriented education.  He always think that education is a right and not as a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;A student stands for what  is right and just.  He is not afraid to voice out and act for it.&lt;br /&gt;A student is willing to serve his people.&lt;br /&gt;A true student believes in all of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SMY14QKaYQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1a0TVTZ4iW8/s1600-h/solidarity+nyt+with+LKM-Lanao,+LFS-Lanao,+CEGP-Lanao+and+STAND-IIT.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SMY14QKaYQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1a0TVTZ4iW8/s400/solidarity+nyt+with+LKM-Lanao,+LFS-Lanao,+CEGP-Lanao+and+STAND-IIT.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243938056647106818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A true student is an LFS activist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&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/7849998483200954469-4199113606117377587?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/4199113606117377587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-student.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4199113606117377587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4199113606117377587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-student.html' title='What is a student?'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SMY14QKaYQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1a0TVTZ4iW8/s72-c/solidarity+nyt+with+LKM-Lanao,+LFS-Lanao,+CEGP-Lanao+and+STAND-IIT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-3672203461746740287</id><published>2008-08-20T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:02:43.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>LFS, LKM STAGE PROTEST OVER "DAY OF TERROR"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SKwYUpabz2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/CiyaSzn4Jyg/s1600-h/IMG_2251x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236587209718222690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SKwYUpabz2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/CiyaSzn4Jyg/s400/IMG_2251x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Iligan City - "END ALL HOSTILITIES!", "SPARE THE CIVILIANS!", "PEACE NOT WAR!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were some of the appeals that the League of Filipino Students – MSU-IIT Chapter demanded on the day of the worst flare-up of fighting between the Moro Islamic Liberation Front (MILF) and the Government's armed forces since the postponement of the signing of the MOA on Ancestral Domain two weeks ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"We call on the MILF and the AFP to end all hostilities and to get back to the negotiating table," said Fervil Von Tripoli, Chairperson of the LFS-IIT. Tripoli also added that "peace cannot be achieved through bloodshed and intensified hostilities." The latest count of the number of casualties when MILF insurgents raided the towns of Kolambugan and Kauswagan was 41, and ten more are held hostages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"We strongly believe that the real reason why Arroyo and her minions has been pushing for the creation of a Bangsamoro Juridical Entity, which she touts as the solution to the peace problem in Mindanao, is to generate substantial grounds for the Government to endorse Charter-Change so they can eliminate the provision on the term limit of the presidency," Urbano further stressed out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The group also announced their further plans vis-à-vis the GRP-MILF peace negotiations and Arroyo's Cha-Cha, which includes a protest action on August 21, the National Day of Protest on Charter-Change. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-3672203461746740287?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/3672203461746740287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/08/lfs-lkm-stage-protest-over-day-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/3672203461746740287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/3672203461746740287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/08/lfs-lkm-stage-protest-over-day-of.html' title='LFS, LKM STAGE PROTEST OVER &quot;DAY OF TERROR&quot;'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SKwYUpabz2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/CiyaSzn4Jyg/s72-c/IMG_2251x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-7032771470317585822</id><published>2008-08-10T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:02:14.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>My Tingling Spine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That stinging sensation...&lt;br /&gt;Breathtaking Experience.&lt;br /&gt;Feral Punch.&lt;br /&gt;Essential Zing.&lt;br /&gt;Running through my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACK AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SJ8D33u4qnI/AAAAAAAAAII/dByMxhAjssk/s1600-h/933c5d6ad4ddc867228ba31566344b24.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SJ8D33u4qnI/AAAAAAAAAII/dByMxhAjssk/s400/933c5d6ad4ddc867228ba31566344b24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232905550416095858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-7032771470317585822?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/7032771470317585822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-tingling-spine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7032771470317585822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7032771470317585822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-tingling-spine.html' title='My Tingling Spine'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SJ8D33u4qnI/AAAAAAAAAII/dByMxhAjssk/s72-c/933c5d6ad4ddc867228ba31566344b24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6373544614075989379</id><published>2008-07-20T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:01:58.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SIP4aKafOPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KOq2GFMP0oQ/s1600-h/balloon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SIP4aKafOPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KOq2GFMP0oQ/s400/balloon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225293121035647218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BLACK BALLOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i have this black balloon&lt;br /&gt;and i do not wish to let it go&lt;br /&gt;for it was the only thing i had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to lose it&lt;br /&gt;for it was very dear to me&lt;br /&gt;and i'm hoping someday,&lt;br /&gt;that someday it will fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away from me, to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;it will, it must!&lt;br /&gt;that black balloon,&lt;br /&gt;my black balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dula sudoku*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j96/madeleine_kuan/emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5e565bcb.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j96/madeleine_kuan/emoticons/5e565bcb.gif" alt="sick" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7849998483200954469-6373544614075989379?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6373544614075989379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/07/black-balloon-i-have-this-black-balloon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6373544614075989379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6373544614075989379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/07/black-balloon-i-have-this-black-balloon.html' title=''/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SIP4aKafOPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KOq2GFMP0oQ/s72-c/balloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-1268895177071028849</id><published>2008-07-07T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:01:43.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s234.photobucket.com/albums/ee210/x33weirdo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=emoticon-016.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee210/x33weirdo/emoticon-016.gif" border="0" alt="smile" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^__^ reminiscing the past... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s234.photobucket.com/albums/ee210/x33weirdo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=emoticon-025.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee210/x33weirdo/emoticon-025.gif" border="0" alt="smile" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-1268895177071028849?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/1268895177071028849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/1268895177071028849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/1268895177071028849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-2994110990949497030</id><published>2008-06-27T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:01:11.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><title type='text'>Call To Fight For Freedom Rings Louder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/HjxJbSXH4xbTMaD1KUE2MvmKUD3a2MFD-iE*ZTyuXwr1aKDem0fu2yvzOC-IKSeFd9xFpKuAbERFe9xBskAVuQr8mEh4PaaO/ist2_1997299_revolution_graffiti.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/HjxJbSXH4xbTMaD1KUE2MvmKUD3a2MFD-iE*ZTyuXwr1aKDem0fu2yvzOC-IKSeFd9xFpKuAbERFe9xBskAVuQr8mEh4PaaO/ist2_1997299_revolution_graffiti.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On August 22, 1986, Katipunan leaders Andres Bonifacio and his brother Procopio, Emilio Jacinto, Teodoro Plata, Aguedo del Rosario, Pio Valenzuela and some 500 katipuneros arrived at the home of Juan A. Aquino, the son of Melchora Aquino or Tandang Sora, in Pugadlawin.  News had spread that the secret society had been discovered by the Spanish authorities and many had been arrested in the ensuring crackdown on the revolutionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonifacio had called for a meeting on August 24, in Balintawak, amidst reports that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guardia civil&lt;/span&gt; were on their tail.  On August 23, more than 1,000 people had assembled as more katipuneros arrived.  It was at this point that Bonifacio asked everyone assembled to tear their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cedulas&lt;/span&gt; as a symbol of their resolve to fight the Spanish colonizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mabuhay ang Pilipinas! (Long Live the Philippines!)," the katipuneros shouted with one voice, making the Cry of Pugadlawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, the leaders of the Katipunan finalized the plan to attack Intramuros in the midnight of 29 August.  But even before the said date came, groups of revolutionaries had separate clashes with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guardia civil&lt;/span&gt;.  Bonifacio came out with the manifesto rousing Filipinos everywhere to join in a simultaneous attack on all Spanish garrisons, offices, storage housed and other facilities.  In the following days, katipuneros in Luzon and Visayas, armed only with bolos and a few guns, launched assaults on the Spanish enemy, and spread the fire of the revolution throughout the archipelago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonifacio and the 1986 revolutionaries struggled for the Filipino's right to self-determination which, as Algiers Declaration put it, is an "imprescriptible and unalienable right" of every people.  "Every people has the right to break free from any colonial or foreign domination, whether direct or indirect, and from any racist regime," states Article 6 of the Declaration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today katipuneros' call for freedom rings even louder as modern-day Filipinos are still shackled by worsening poverty and oppression not very different from that in Bonifacio's time, under a government which represents interests only of foreign powers and the local landlord-comprador elite.  Like the preceding regimes, the Arroyo administration is ridden with graft and corruption and implements policies which favor transnational companies and foreign governments more than its own people.  Officials of the regime continue the bureaucratic tradition of enriching themselves from selling the national patrimony, exacting exorbitant taxes while depriving the people of meaningful government services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worsening extra judicial killings, enforced disappearances and other human rights violations in the seven years under Arroyo reflects her government's disregard for human rights and the desperate use of force to stay in power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 111 years, many Filipinos are still heeding Bonifacio's call to join the fight against the oppressive system and work towards setting up a democratic government which respects human rights and is truly representative of the Filipino people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, would you wait for another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desaparecidos&lt;/span&gt; or individuals who are victims of extra judicial killings and other form of repression to be in newspapers or TV's just for you to move and fight for your freedom and right to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or would you wanted to die in hunger because you can no longer afford to buy the ceiling prices of primary commodities just for you to recognize that you're being oppressed by the Arroyo regime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flocks by, but still you wanted to be stubborn and watch other Filipinos die in poverty, coercion and fascism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this is the time I blame you for letting the status quo to prevail and continue up until next generations, in which of course letting many lives to be sacrificed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-2994110990949497030?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/2994110990949497030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/call-to-fight-for-freedom-rings-louder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/2994110990949497030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/2994110990949497030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/call-to-fight-for-freedom-rings-louder.html' title='Call To Fight For Freedom Rings Louder'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-9074614349468732611</id><published>2008-06-27T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:00:41.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Desaparecidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Enforce Disappearance can victimize anyone if Arroyo regime's terrorism is not stopped."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was half an hour past midnight of 17 November 2006 when eight armed men barged into the home of the Robiños family in Angeles City,  Pampanga, about 80 km north of Manila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;    The armed men searched the house, while shouting threats and hitting at the Robiños family members.  One of the men kicked Romulos Robiños, a tricycle driver, dragged him out of the house and forced him inside a white vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family friend said that he later saw Romulos inside the 69th Infantry Battalion (IB), Philippine Army headquarters in San Jose matulid, Mexico, Pampanga.  In their search at the same headquarters, Romulos' wife said she saw one of Romulos's abductors inside the camp.   But they did not find Romulos and had not seen him again despite countless days of searching.  Romulos has been missing for more than 20 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same scene was repeated in many other places.  Among the most recent was on 28 April 2007, in a public place in Quezon City: Jonas Burgos was having his lunch at a restaurant inside the Ever Gotesco mall when four armed men accosted him.  He was forcibly taken out of the mall, pushed inside a vehicle and whisked away.  Jonas is an agriculturist and activist who had been helping farmers in Bulacan.  The plate number of the vehicle used in Jonas's abduction was traced to an impounded vehicle inside the 56th Infantry Battalion of the Philippine Army (IBPA) in Bulacan.  Jonas has been missing for five months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romulos Robiños and Jonas Burgos are only two of 184 who are victims of enforced disappearance since Mrs. Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo assumed power in 2001.  They are the "desaparecidos," those who were abducted and kept hidden by suspected soldiers, police and their agents, allegedly in the name of counter-insurgency and the US and Philippine governments' "global war against terror."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desaparecidos&lt;/span&gt; are victims, too.   They are subjected to psychological torture as they worry from day to day about the fate of their loved ones.  There is no closure for families of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desaparecidos&lt;/span&gt;, only an endless search.  The disappearance also affects their livelihood and put their lives at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy of a loved one's disappearance is the same for any person -whether in the Philippines, Indonesia, Kosovo, Honduras, Turkey, Guatemala, Nigeria or Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005 alone, the United Nations Working Group on Enforced or Involuntary Disappearance (WGEID) has received 50,000 cases from 90 countries.  It is said that "anti-terrorist activities are being used by an increasing number of States as an excuse for not respecting human rights, especially protection of all persons from disappearance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very few States have created a specific criminal offense of enforced disappearance and only 61 countries have signed the International Convention on the Protection of All Persons from Enforced Disappearance.  The Arroyo government did not sign the convention  despite vigorous calls by the UN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span&gt;August 30&lt;/span&gt;, the world commemorates the &lt;span&gt;International Day of the Disappeared&lt;/span&gt;.  This day is an occasion to give tribute to victims of state terrorism all over the world, remember the disappeared, and hold the perpetrators accountable for their crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy that befell the Robiños, Burgos and many other families was not fate but the desired result of the implementation of a policy of the Arroyo regime, as it is confronted with political and economic crisis, fearful of social change and afraid that it will be ousted by people power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SGWz-DTlC5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/7gBtLjFeuO8/s1600-h/1_757071150l.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 302px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SGWz-DTlC5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/7gBtLjFeuO8/s400/1_757071150l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216773621999274898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As long as Mrs. Arroyo and her minions like Norberto Gonzales, Eduardo Ermita, Raul Gonzales, Gen. Hermogenes Esperon and other implementors of Oplan Bantay Laya and the "War on Terror" are in power, the threat of enforced disappearance, extrajudicial killing and other violations of our human rights will remain dangling above our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our silence or indifference today will not keep us safe in the days to come, as anyone may become a victim of enforced disappearance unless the Arroyo regime is stopped.  It is time for all of us to stand for justice with the rest of our countrymen and women and defy Arroyo's undeclared martial law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their search for the truth may expose them to even greater danger yet families and friends of disappeared persons continue to exhibit courage and commitment to collectively fight for justice.  This serves as an inspiration to other victims of injustice and more citizens to understand state terrorism and enforced disappearance, and resist until no one is disappeared again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;FHM Philippines Vol.3, No.3 (for Human Rights) July-Sept 2007 Issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-9074614349468732611?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/9074614349468732611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/desaparecidos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/9074614349468732611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/9074614349468732611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/desaparecidos.html' title='Desaparecidos'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SGWz-DTlC5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/7gBtLjFeuO8/s72-c/1_757071150l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-4591119999233247925</id><published>2008-06-27T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:00:18.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog things'/><title type='text'>What Blogthings Say Bout Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;What Reptile Are You?&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Crocodile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatreptileareyouquiz/crocodile.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredibly wise and knowledgeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your wisdom is so deep that it sometimes consumes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are intrigued by you, but you find few people intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not a very social creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cunning. You enjoy deceiving people a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to find balance in your life, and you can survive anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;What Do The Flowers You Pick Say About You?&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What These Sunflowers Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdotheflowersyoupicksayaboutyouquiz/sunflowers.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a truly warm person with amazing bursts of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring happiness to everyone around you, and you are adored by many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're bright, bold, and cheery. You nourish friends you with your optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;What Kind of Thinker Are You?&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 353px; height: 625px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Thinking is Abstract and Sequential&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofthinkerareyouquiz/abstractsequential.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to do research and collect lots of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more facts you have, the easier it is for you to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to figure things out for yourself and consider all possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to become an expert in the subjects that you study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult for you to work with people who know less than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't a very patient teacher, and you don't like convincing people that you're right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-4591119999233247925?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/4591119999233247925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-blogthings-say-bout-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4591119999233247925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/4591119999233247925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-blogthings-say-bout-kid.html' title='What Blogthings Say Bout Kid'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-3763734595126175712</id><published>2008-06-21T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:59:56.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Bashful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;beneath the crimson sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a wonderful creature has caught my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;she was a damsel in distress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;her black dress resembles her emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;fearful i am as i stare at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;unusual feeling i seldom bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;lovely maiden, can we be friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Nyahahah... rotz carotz... *mimba*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-3763734595126175712?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/3763734595126175712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/bashful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/3763734595126175712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/3763734595126175712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/bashful.html' title='Bashful'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-3079099056200216675</id><published>2008-06-21T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:59:34.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Super Hiro!</title><content type='html'>Each and everyone wanted to have superpowers (ngano ikaw dili?).  Now if i feel like a hero and you are my heroine, ay sayop kanta diay na *stragol*.  If i was one of the heroes who would i be? (hmm, di naman gud uso si super boink ron sayang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D.L. Hawkins&lt;/span&gt;, was an evolved human with the ability of phasing.  Just like Shadowcat of X-Men (Ellen Page! i lub yu! rot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Niki Sanders&lt;/span&gt;, an unwitting sufferer of Dissociative Identity Disorder, displays superhuman strength, being able to literally rip others in half.   Initially, she is only able to access this power when her alter ego "Jessica" is in control. (killer instincts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Micah Sanders&lt;/span&gt;,  the exceptionally intelligent boy who has technopathy or the ability  to control and manipulate electronics and machines with his mind. (including atm machines *$_$*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt Parkman&lt;/span&gt;, the police officer who has the ability to read others thoughts or mental manipulation/telepathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Claude Rains&lt;/span&gt;, the Englishman who has the ability to become invisible. (waw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie Andrews&lt;/span&gt;.  She had an advanced enhanced memory, with the ability to clearly and quickly understand what she had memorized. (unsaon nalang if bookworm ka sobra pa kang einstein)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nathan Petrelli&lt;/span&gt;, the politician (brother of Peter Petrelli) who possesses the power of self-propelled flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah Ellis&lt;/span&gt;, who was also known as Eden McCain.  She has the power of persuasion or the ability to force others to obey one's spoken imperatives.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SF3hpWFJAII/AAAAAAAAAHg/hcKhjr_uThU/s1600-h/Eden%27s_first_command.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 148px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SF3hpWFJAII/AAAAAAAAAHg/hcKhjr_uThU/s200/Eden%27s_first_command.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214572043982930050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SF3hy2stWPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hDm3p35T_uY/s1600-h/Her_Stepmother%27s_heart_certainly_listened.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 149px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SF3hy2stWPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hDm3p35T_uY/s200/Her_Stepmother%27s_heart_certainly_listened.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214572207357647090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Haitian&lt;/span&gt;, who's able to wipe out other people's memory and manipulate people's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hiro Nakamura&lt;/span&gt;, a Japanese cubicle worker    who dreads his job and dreams of a more adventurous life.  He loves comic books,    science fiction, fantasy, and idolizes the heroes of the stories he loves.   He has the ability to bend time and space. (idol ko to eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/comicbooks/1/0/y/9/hiro.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 232px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/comicbooks/1/0/y/9/hiro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save the cheerleader save the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaac Mendez&lt;/span&gt;, has the ability to see the future when he's high with mimba! This    manifests itself in his artistic ability to paint and draw. When his power kicks    in, his eyes turn white and he seems to go into a trance like state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/comicbooks/1/0/0/A/isaacmendez.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 230px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/comicbooks/1/0/0/A/isaacmendez.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mimba kayu ug nawong oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Claire Bennet&lt;/span&gt;, the teenage cheerleader that has amazing regenerative powers, being    able to heal quickly from falls, accidents, burns, and almost any damage done    to her.   Nothing can seem to kill her. (immortal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter Petrelli&lt;/span&gt;, the bida of the storya. Peter has discovered that he has the ability    to mimic other peoples powers when he is in close proximity of them, often needing    to touch them to spark the flow of power. He has used the powers of many of    the heroes, including flight, the ability to see the future, stop time, turn    invisible, and heal himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sylar&lt;/span&gt; also known as Gabriel Grey (di xa kasama sa Grey's anatomy ha? Heroes lang), xa yung villain in the story.  He has apparently absorbed the powers    of any special person whom he has killed, making him near unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe wala nalang noh. You know it's hard to be blinded with fantasies. (Tan-awang resulta sa akoa tsk tsk tsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             *balik sa real world*&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/7849998483200954469-3079099056200216675?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/3079099056200216675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/each-and-everyone-wanted-to-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/3079099056200216675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/3079099056200216675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/each-and-everyone-wanted-to-have.html' title='Super Hiro!'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SF3hpWFJAII/AAAAAAAAAHg/hcKhjr_uThU/s72-c/Eden%27s_first_command.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-7545422351743460044</id><published>2008-06-19T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T07:56:48.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>The Pork Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SFspROpAy4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cHXHQF2m9WU/s1600-h/1719337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213806369576110978" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SFspROpAy4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cHXHQF2m9WU/s400/1719337.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You drew the pig:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toward the top of the paper&lt;/b&gt;, you are positive and optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Toward the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, you are a realist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toward the bottom&lt;/b&gt;, you are pessimistic, and have a tendency to behave negatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facing left&lt;/b&gt;, you believe in tradition, are friendly, and remember dates (birthdays, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facing right&lt;/b&gt;, you are innovative and active, but don't have a strong sense of family, nor do you remember dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Facing front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, you are direct, enjoy playing devil's advocate and neither fear nor avoid discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With many details&lt;/b&gt;, you are analytical, cautious, and distrustful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;With few details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, you are emotional and naive, they care little for details and are a risk-taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;With less than 4 legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, they are insecure or are living through a period of major change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With 4 legs showing&lt;/b&gt;, they are secure, stubborn, and stick to their ideals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The size of the ears indicates how good a listener you are.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bigger the better. You drew small ears, you are an OK listener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The length of the tail indicates the quality of your sex life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again more is better! You drew small tail :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bata: ang chaka talga neto, binababoi ako ah.. *oink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-7545422351743460044?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/7545422351743460044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/pork-syndrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7545422351743460044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7545422351743460044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/pork-syndrome.html' title='The Pork Syndrome'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SFspROpAy4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cHXHQF2m9WU/s72-c/1719337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-7406605047804186492</id><published>2008-06-18T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:58:55.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A Story Untold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;    so storytelling a lie lang sa ron. it's about my history on girls. i was able to write a report on this because somebody asked me &lt;em&gt;'kamusta na daw lublyf kow!' &lt;/em&gt;(feel naq nay nanugo nea ani buh). though it wasn't new to me, i was still uncertain of what i'm going to answer. i was completely blank at that time, so what came out from my mouth was &lt;em&gt;'heto, same old scenario, minos panagat...'&lt;/em&gt;. she just simpered pairing it with the old 'hehe' motion. aftermath, i was able to freshen up my mind about my past experiences on dating and courting. i remember the time when i was in grade 6, i and my bestfriend had a crush on the same specie. and we were both writing a letter to her, telling her all the adorations in the world (yahay keo to bayhana ke two birds in one shot man). she wasn't that pretty, but she was so adorable during our elementary years. balik ta sa sulat, i and my bestfriend were copying each other's work for it was our first time to write a love letter (ke kaniadto lagi nagtuon tuon paman). so it was &lt;em&gt;'klaro sa tb tb'&lt;/em&gt; that the girl also had a crush on my bestfriend that they became MU's and i gave way for their plethora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAYSKUL LIFE! &lt;/strong&gt;(chaka mani ue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;    during my freshman years, naa napod koy prospect na bae xempre. a sophisticated young woman with xalite xalite dating (not so mahangin but plain lang). she always do her pompous walk in the hallways of the sci-curr building during recess period. because i don't know how to make &lt;em&gt;suyo suyo&lt;/em&gt; to girls pa. all that's inside my trolly and hypothalamus is the thought that i like her and i wish to make her happy (unsa ragud bation sa persyer nga wa pamanay alamag). i was the one of the pioneers of the pairing/loveteam inside the classroom. it came to happen that the fuss in the classroom is swelling. and i don't know if that girl was just &lt;em&gt;patay mali&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;wiz keber&lt;/em&gt; that she wouldn't bother to dive into the gossips. few days later i wrote a letter emphasizing that i wanted to court her. Lunchbreak! i was called by one of our common friends to settle the issue at the backyard of the classroom and so i went there. to my surprise, ten million ka tawo ang nag-atang sa ako (mura man pod tag artista ani ba tsk tsk). ang bata, was pretending to be cool but the knees were shaking to the max and the heart was pumping hard that it would never pump again. i don't want this to be very very detailed since it was already very detailed O.O aw. to cut the story short we ended it in a way that both parties' concerns were recognized. the ending was, the bestfriend of my bestfriend became his boyfriend and i gave up because i wasn't happy with the situation na (tan-awa rang persyer wahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second year!&lt;/span&gt; (oh may gahd clumsy moments nakuh ni agui)&lt;br /&gt;so there was this maangas girl inside the class. a pure bred ilongga (they were labeled as braggard in our place you know). but she wasn't the hypocrite type. she was just mataray eventhough she's small and that's why i hated her (exdee). since she was the class secretary and i was the longest living chatter inside the house, we were rivals in many features. diba uso paman nang lista lista ug noisy with fines sa hayskul, i was always the number one in her list that's why i always grumble and tease her after the class. PE! di paman uso ang dance dance revo third mix ana nga time so we were dancing cha-cha. miracles shed from the heavens, ug wa ko kabalo unsa iyang nakaon why she asked me to be her partner (i wish it was for real). i nodded sign of affirmation for the reason that i'll be able to make fun of her and so i can take vengeance. i always mock her even if it's me who had both left feet in dancing. we usually quarrel when we see each other's face elsewhere (or not usual but always) and murag na anad na ba. one of our ate ate once spoke, &lt;em&gt;'sigi mog dugsing ba kamo man jud magkadaun puhon'&lt;/em&gt;, and at the back part of my mind, like sure it would happen as if she would pass my standards (because she wasn't that pretty i guess). but when times like she's out of school for Press Cons i usually miss her and longs to see her for there's no one i can make &lt;em&gt;kulet kulet&lt;/em&gt; anymore. cupid must have targeted his arrow on me that i didn't expect i would fall in love with my worst enemy. there was one incident ba na i wanted to give her flowers ug na palaw ko kay nagseminar diay xa for upcoming RSPC (the flowers was with me that time na). it was in the afternoon when i wandered the city, upon walking on the streets i saw her riding a tricycle towards Gaisano Mall of Gensan (about 3km in distance from my position, this was according to my calculations char lang). i don't know what came into my head that i hasten my footsteps. then i was already running to catch the vehicle she was riding. it was more than half way that the vehicle vanished from my scope and i stop running realizing that she was on a tricycle and i was on my sandals (just imagine the scenario, pang MMK kau oi chaka). following weeks came over, i wanted to surprise her so i bought a silver ring just for her. it was noontime when i gave her the ring and sat nearby singing to her the song '&lt;em&gt;Maniwala Ka Sana&lt;/em&gt;' by Parokya Ni Edgar. i don't know how it feels to serenade even if i sounded like a croaking frog basta ang ako lang kay mahuman naq ang kanta. i courted her for more than a year bearing the hopes and dreams that she'd fall for me too sometime in the future. of course i went into thorough interrogations and several denials but i was still persistent until that very day... she told me a secret that i wish i never knew i was in love with her. few weeks from the time we had that conversation, she had a boyfriend na diay. that time, i was ripped apart that i wish to end my stay on this planet. i would cry from time to time, punch the wall, scratch my arms with the use of pins for i didn't know what else to do. basta i was a miser, just imagine atlas na nadat-ugan sa iyang gipas-an nga kalibutan. it took me more than a year to move on. she transferred to another school, and bisan ingon ana na, i would be in the front gate magmasid masid. taking the chance of seeing her ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during my third year in highschool, i got off contact with the world. what i mean is i didn't want to engage myself on dating (sakitan gud kuno ko watata). pero it was the time when i had a hidden feeling for my bestfriend though it wasn't that great. a simple crush case turns out into puppy love. mga happenings like i would treat my bestfriend a merienda inside the canteen, mga chika chika sa kinabuhi namong duha et al. i stifled my feelings for my bestfriend because i know it wasn't the right thing. pero it faded away na when i transferred into another section during my 4th year in highschool (may rapod oi).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kani laging hawud hawud ta ba, i was elected as the class president in our section. and because the president is nothing without his daily reports, he needed his secretary XD. it was in the latter part that i found out that my secretary was my childhood playmate pala (sori kay limtanon man gud ko wa nako kahinumdom, bata pa bea mi adto nga time). days, nights, weeks, months pass by. we indulged into an intimate closeness, alot of time that we're with other kasi eh. Setting were HHWW sa rice fields, mga hatud hatud pauli, outing sa beach and ah oh oh i forgot the climax of our lub story wahaha. one afternoon when we decided to go to the city library to read some books (ang akong tuyo kay mukuyog nalng ko ba kay naman xa), it suddenly rained. the rain was pouring very hard on us that i told her na mauna na xa dun sa library me dadaanan lang ako sandali. for the library was not to far from the cathedral, dumaan na ko to buy red roses. i was very wet when i reached the library so punas punas muna and i showed her the flowers (xempre it was dedicated to her eh). and i told to the girl that i surely like her and am very willing to court her. '&lt;em&gt;pananghid sa kay mama'&lt;/em&gt; was her statement. and because i was very firm with my decision for i like her na jud that time, i went to her mother's den (her mum's also a teachee). of course i brought a pack of food with me for she told me that her mother wanted to see me with her merienda (napakagiatay julalay akong show). her mother was a jolly person, she was cracking jokes on me and ako pod sakay sakay nalng ba (yez nalng ang akong mastorya ba). her mother told me that we were still young and she wanted us to finish our study first before anything else. &lt;em&gt;'mas lami manang magkalayo mu for a long time and paghuman ninyog skwela ba kay kamo rapod magkadaun'&lt;/em&gt;. well i guess mother knows best at i was very very obedient that time yes naleng porebermor ang show. pila ka months ang nilabay, she was linked to another boy and i was jealous. we had a trouble so nahuman na among lub story. yay. XD~ it was in the prom when i made my bestfriend my partner and we were crowned as the king and queen of hearts in that senior's night. i didn't notice 'the mother' was watching us not from afar. i went out to drink some water. 'the mother' approached me, xempre i was shock. she was asking nganong wala daw mi nag pares nga gwapo ug gwapa lagi ming pareho that night. i just smiled and went back into my seat beside my partner opkors. i guess i don't want to cling on our relationship siguro. and i guess that was high school... hahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLLEGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;    oh it wasn't that fascinating. pero pareho sa mga nahitabo sa una, i was a junk in college. at first i thought that my heart will stay laidback and never look for an another opposite being again. not until i met a company of tough boys, girls and baylaroots (o.O). inside the group lies a special creature. she's always been the center of mortification. i find her guileless for she didn't know that she's actually daffy. one of my closest buddy once told me, i wanted to be with her all the time for she's fun to be with. Oo nga naman, no doubt about that. i like her innocence, and maybe dala rapod sa tuklod tuklod and sungog sungog that my feelings developed. i gave her a bunch of love like sending flowers, letters, and treats. but on the long run i realized that she wasn't my cup of tea. i believe i was naive way back then maybe because the group treated me like a little kid and not as a young man. i didn't nurture the feeling, eventually it faded away. and totoo pala yung kasabihan na the higher you climb the harder you fall. nuon pod wa man juy pagmahay nga mag.una ba? (sama sa mga naning diha sa daplin, if you're reading this well this one's for you). i had a crush on this girl even before we met personally. and i sensed i was one of the luckiest man alive for we became close sometime in my life (uhh as far as i can remember). she was already owned by a stupid nomad from the other planet when my feelings for her started to bloom.  so, usahay i would complain deep inside of me when they're at their sweet moments. oh i was just watching them being happy together for i knew she was happy being with him so i don't need to interrupt and make an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eksena&lt;/span&gt;. until that very day (tsk tsk tsk)! they broke up and she was very very sad (mao pay anti-social kayo na nisamot pajod). i wanted to embrace her all the time i was with her, for i know deep inside it was really really painful. i was not angry at the guy for what he did (xempre d ko na naman feel ganu kasakit un kasi d naman ako ung nasaktan at the first place). what i'm angry at is the fact that she needs somebody to give  her comfort and i can't stand up to be one. i was jealous with the guy for he was loved dearly by her but i felt remorse for him for he had taken her for granted. when i'm alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; i usually talk to myself.  usahai kani nga topic among maistoryahan sa akong anino (mamelz). and i thought it was my chance to show out my feelings, but before that i consulted some of my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dakilang tagatambag&lt;/span&gt; and ask them to share some piece of advice. i was never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mapalad&lt;/span&gt;, it was in a crucial situation wherein i would leave and be impound somewhere inside the philippine archipelago but i wanted to tell her the feelings i carry. before i left, i committed suicide first. i confessed my feelings to her through a nobela, then i went away. everyday was a scrupulous day for me for i was away but my heart and mind were left behind. and who said it was easy for my part that i wish to see her everytime i'm alone. i was always concerned on her (siguro di lang klaro kay sa ako nalang man to taman). one promising day, we were asked to go back to the place where we should be (lupad na daun ko eh, excited gud). but my heart cheated on me, asking me to be calm and cold eventhough i wanted to hold her tight and never let her go. that was everything i can do, suppress the feeling (also alot of em wanted it to be that way because it was the best thing to do). months past and i was already denied twice for she wanted us to be good friends. i too wanted that, but it was really too late to save the closeness so i regret  (ako lang naman kasi ang mapilit sa show na ito eh). i tried hard coping with what she wanted but the turmoil inside is already burning me alive. and siguro minsan i find myself confusing because i am always preoccupied about it. my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dakilang tagatambag&lt;/span&gt; told me that i don't stand a chance so better forget everything. i had an emotional breakdown, right when i'm about to tell everything i was suddenly warned not to go on. the lord must have forsaken me for my desires. and now? i wish to forget the feelings na lang for i know it was very deadly.&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/7849998483200954469-7406605047804186492?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/7406605047804186492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-untold.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7406605047804186492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7406605047804186492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-untold.html' title='A Story Untold'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-727139192844500130</id><published>2008-06-17T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:58:36.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>tambag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;better days are yet to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the sunset would be more beautiful tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the sky would be brighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;smiles and laughters will never fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;just believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;                                        - ian kit -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;if you frown today let it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;there's no use of hiding what you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;for this day will always be yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and for everything that had happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;will all be charge to experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;                                        - kid -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-727139192844500130?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/727139192844500130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/tambag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/727139192844500130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/727139192844500130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/tambag.html' title='tambag!'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-6425614913904227867</id><published>2008-06-17T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:57:49.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Starvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    i have nothing to draw inside my pockets.  my wallet contains bus tickets and ID's but no money.  a dozen of one peso coins is what i only have in hand.  Oh boy, hunger will soon feast over me.  but i don't have to worry even if it's killing me.  i can survive with no food to eat for more than a week.  this is a test of time.  a part of survival. Y__Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kid uno&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; ed lageh pataka gasto bayet.  merz nimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;kid dos&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; *sampong dunggan* walay kwarta, walay kaon! walay kwarta, walay kaon!&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/7849998483200954469-6425614913904227867?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/6425614913904227867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/starvation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6425614913904227867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/6425614913904227867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/starvation.html' title='Starvation'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-7842794709735612044</id><published>2008-06-17T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:57:28.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Obar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;lighting up that cancer stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;giving thyself a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;unleash the intense flavor sealed inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ooh that blithesome stick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;influencing thee to pause for a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;take time to waste a couple of minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;that stick that zippers thy mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;releasing a tinge of gray linings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;gone into oblivion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;gone into oblivion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*paaso dala hutoi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-7842794709735612044?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/7842794709735612044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/obar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7842794709735612044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/7842794709735612044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/06/obar.html' title='Obar'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-84431914402798559</id><published>2008-05-24T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:57:12.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>48 hours more</title><content type='html'>time... i need time...&lt;br /&gt;time... just a little piece of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-84431914402798559?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/84431914402798559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/05/48-hours-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/84431914402798559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/84431914402798559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/05/48-hours-more.html' title='48 hours more'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-431341714897684721</id><published>2008-05-02T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:53:45.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>TxT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bumble bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;thk u 4 d memories kid. v learnd frm ol of u. wish u hapines in ur chosen road. rest asured, i wil continue journying wd our suffring pipol (tubson t n lng ka, hehe). hasta la victoria, litle bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uh thnx bb, it mean alot. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bumble bee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tnx ka jan, hehe. uhh, 4got to tel u, bawiin mo sariling rebolusyunaryong larawan. it's not 2 late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm hoping for that tym 2 cum. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bumble bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it's not heavn sent kid. we work 4 it. &amp;amp; it has a price. each price entails sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then maybe i was just so s2pid that i canot handle that sacrifice for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bumble bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ur not stupid. ur jaz so afraid to peel-off ur selfishness. u'r almost der, pero ngpasagad ka. kaya sa uban, unta kya pud nimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well as for me, not peeling off the selfishness i hav nd stupidity goes rhythmic or in harmony. watever i am ryt now, i nid to elev8 d material conditions, its a mandatory bb, anywei or anodr i dnt nid flowery words or phrases, i just nid to prove it. not to u guys but also 4 myself. it's a contradiction. n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bumble bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh boy, i am not providing u wid unecesari intelectualism. grounded tau. yup, mandatory ang practice 4 elevation of ideo. intrnalyz it kuy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kid: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;salamat. i knw thanking u guys isnt enuf, for evrything u did 2 my lyf. eventhough im a bastard, i left works without consent nd all d mess, ur stil der 2 help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bumble bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kaw nmn, hehe, xmpre dili amo ang reb. ato ni, we knw dili lng kmi ang mga gud sons of d pipol, naa p uban, nid lng tbangan mkaobjctify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kid: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok. i got ur point. kuan bb, d nyt is on, myt as well sleep early 4 tmorow's activities. nanayt bb. thx thx. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bumble bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sacrificing 2day, sacrifice l8r? pareho ra. tr2 hate procrastinating. d world rols on, apas. pr dako ka agi, hehe.&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/7849998483200954469-431341714897684721?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/431341714897684721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/05/txt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/431341714897684721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/431341714897684721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/05/txt.html' title='TxT'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-627328402538137125</id><published>2008-05-02T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:53:19.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>D3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SBwAxT-mAZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/boARtXvOmIk/s1600-h/dsadsadsad.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SBwAxT-mAZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/boARtXvOmIk/s320/dsadsadsad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196028917255111058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touching lives always make me shiver&lt;br /&gt;like i've been caught by a storm in a winter&lt;br /&gt;it was intended &amp;amp; written in the book of fate&lt;br /&gt;to meet you people &amp;amp; bleat to the heaven's gate:&lt;br /&gt;a plea to be with you until eternity&lt;br /&gt;that we shall be bound together despite other's animosity&lt;br /&gt;take a good grip my dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing that could break us if we're only condensed&lt;br /&gt;and for all the things you've done for me,&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say but I LOVE YOU rest assuredly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7849998483200954469-627328402538137125?l=fiweru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/feeds/627328402538137125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/05/d3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/627328402538137125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7849998483200954469/posts/default/627328402538137125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiweru.blogspot.com/2008/05/d3.html' title='D3'/><author><name>Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13633365778235930116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahTe3wGTxQU/TsATxQv489I/AAAAAAAAAOU/TV8J04byVNg/s220/26615_118517234828377_100000103038299_292531_483945_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SBwAxT-mAZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/boARtXvOmIk/s72-c/dsadsadsad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849998483200954469.post-862209633976015647</id><published>2008-05-02T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:49:48.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Messages in the Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SBv3VD-mAYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zeacqGyfB9o/s1600-h/dsadasdas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BR5CEw4BDKU/SBv3VD-mAYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zeacqGyfB9o/s320/dsadasdas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196018536319156610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/f4u5yftsrB/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/f4u5yftsrB/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's a sneak peek into my world... abas na leng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAN 8, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;KID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     MANGHUD NAKO! DILI KO DAPAT MA-SAD SEMU PAGHAWA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I KNOW ITS FOR GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOU HAVE A GOOD HEART.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A BIG HEART FOR THE BASIC MASSES. PADAUN SA&lt;br /&gt;PAGLIHOK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;DILI UNTA KA KAPUYAN FOREVER. SA TANAN NIMO BUHATON,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;LANG JUD REMEMBER "SERVE THE PEOPLE". KANA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;JUST BRING THAT PHRASE KUNG ASA&lt;br /&gt;MAN KA MALAGPOT. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LAB TIKA! YOU KNOW DAT! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ALYMEHN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Jan. 8, 2008 =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hi Kid, 9:53 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sa banz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You're leaving na ugma, and i know daghan kag worries.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Usa ra akong ikaingon, "don't worry!" hehe.&lt;br /&gt;We'll take good care&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;of HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;        Balik biya ha?!! We'll miss you, for sure... I-enjoy imong stay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;didto kid, isulti imong stay didto. Mao&lt;br /&gt;ni atong gipili nga way para&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;makahelp sa people. Unta di nimo na makalimtan. Di magpabuyag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;didto&lt;br /&gt;ha.. Pwede ka himo ug journal didto daun ipabasa nimo nako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pagkita nato puhon? Hehe. Aron mainspire&lt;br /&gt;ko. Aw.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Basta, dugang dasig kauban!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;STP-STR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mamang-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(Bibi Tart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;January 7, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;KID! *gitik*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I WISH YOU GOOD LUCK ON YOUR ADVENTURE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;        AiAW SIGE MAMELS HA. I&lt;br /&gt;PROMISE NA PA KAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;DOOR3 NGA ULIAN. GOD BLESS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I LOVE YOU. =)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lan-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;KiDMEHN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wherever you'll go, know that you'll always be here in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;distance, space, time are mere words&lt;br /&gt;or labels that people have used&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;to make living in this world "organized". but we know that we shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be imprisoned by that. because what we should be doing is living&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;beyond this "organized" world. there is&lt;br /&gt;no distance, space, or time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;there is only this one string of events that sum up to life. so live. that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;period. just LIVE, in whatever way you think is best for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     do not just wish for freedom, seek for wisdom as well. freedom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;will be a disaster without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     do not just wish for happiness, learn to live with full zest in life and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;happiness will come along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;build lasting relationships, value loyalty and love. the world will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kick our ass, deal with it. there's no way&lt;br /&gt;around it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp; remember always that I love you! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-jedimehn-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Kid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;          many pipol sed true friends are hard to find, ahw! haha kanta rah? Nwei express hi-way, amping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;jud dra olweiz hap? don't wori I'll take care of her, and i-comfort jud nko xa taman skng makaya. Xet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;wa nkoy kdamay! balik bea hap! I will surely miss you. palangga au ka sa Door3 fam kid, palangga kau tika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;            -I LOVE YOU SOO SOO MUCH!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                      -BINSUI-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kiddoo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;        i LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;        taw kid uie, gipahilak jud ko nimu sau sa buntag hap... pero yeko ra kei you deserve my tears... amping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;bya permi bebeh ha! always remember nga naa ra si mamy diri for you... happy au q to have you jud... you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;such a blessing for me! dili pod sa magpabuyag kung asa man ka ibutang ni lord ha!! Wish you all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;happiness in life. Stay humble as you are ryt now... Be happy na baby q ha!!! dili cge kaguol sa amu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;God bless you always. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                              Always &amp;amp; forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                               -Mamy Roxy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Kid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;        Ala lang... continue doin good lang guro, wen u ever need me m jzt a txt away... i thank you 4 everything..! oi so much of the drama hehe... bzta kid no matter wat, m olwiz here 4 you.. PROMISE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;        WE LOVE YOU KID!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;        D3 FOREVER                                                                                                                    BASH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                                                                                                                                         -TATAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;       Jan. 8, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;       Yaw pirmi ug kaguol ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Smile pirme aron bata(kid) olweiz. I hope na makab-ot nimo imong goal. I thank you 4 ur sacrifices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Love tika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I look 4ward to your return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; oweiz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; -Biang-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DEAR KIDDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;        I will wRite you in behalf of shane pud.. hehe! Each and eveRyone of us, GReat and small has a puRpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;in this woRld.. and I am moRe than happy that you found youRs... I have always believed in you Kid, in all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;things you aRe capable of doing... so, as you paRt ways with us, know that you will alwys have DooR3 to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;go home to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;        I would also like to extend my deepest gRatitude to eveRything you've done foR me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;        God Bless and TAke CARe ALways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; -Myca A.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;KiD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;        pisti uy! maglagot lagi ko bah! awh! hehe... huhu... ana man jud ka! bitaw kiddo... happy ko, as in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;malipayon kay nag-ila ta. I've never met someone na grabe makasentol na sama nimo... haha... sweet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;thoughtful, &amp;amp; grabe ka caring. I wish I had a little brother like you... hmmm... pero mura man gihapon ka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;namo ug baby brother bsa d3 family... anyway pasenxa bati kaayu akong agi. hehe. a  iloveyou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                                                                         -nanay bem- =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kido! Kidie Meal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;        Ooh weh! di man ko kabalo asa mag sugod ooe, pro cge sugdan na nko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;        Kanang once upon a time i met you, you've been the biggest part of my happy fantastic lyf. g.love tika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;dhai from the buttom of my ears, mura na tika brother ahay drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;        Kanang i'm hoping sumday mobalik ka here sa lupang sinilangan ha?? I will mix u gud boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                                                                                                                                                         -yentot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 5
