<?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-2832882764702320747</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:00:49.711-08:00</updated><category term='candy drops'/><category term='hopscotch'/><category term='sweet tooth'/><category term='bittergourd'/><category term='childhood sweets'/><category term='Now I know'/><title type='text'>shoga Jira</title><subtitle type='html'>this is what i am, what i want to be...
this is who i am, who i want to be...
this is where i am, where i want to be...
this is me and this is the kind of world i want to live with.
you can come but don't you ever try to step on me...
you don't know the whole of me...
DRAMA lang...
i may not know what you know, think, see about me but i know what i see, think and know about you, QUITS lang mga Pre!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-4374806042720255596</id><published>2010-09-01T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:59:18.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when things clash altogether</title><content type='html'>love life= 1%&lt;br /&gt;career=40 %&lt;br /&gt;family= 20%&lt;br /&gt;friends=10%&lt;br /&gt;studies=1%&lt;br /&gt;leisure=1%&lt;br /&gt;rest=5%&lt;br /&gt;drawing=1%&lt;br /&gt;students=30%&lt;br /&gt;acehi17 =100%&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'm like the powerpuff girls: made up of sugar and spice and everything nice.&lt;br /&gt;But Im not.my life is made up of fire and ice and everything  like a big cake slice!&lt;br /&gt;things clash altogether like it's raining stones, roaring thunders and darkening skies!&lt;br /&gt;But Im not broken! who says I am!&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to be strong but I dont know until when I can still stand still, with both feet flat on th ground.&lt;br /&gt;But I know everything's gonna be clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-4374806042720255596?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/4374806042720255596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=4374806042720255596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/4374806042720255596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/4374806042720255596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-things-clash-altogether.html' title='when things clash altogether'/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-7276969078028564170</id><published>2010-01-03T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:23:04.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am bothered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;for all the while i thought that everything said will be okay, bearing the thought that "It's just a matter of how you react or deal with the things being said: the things being done". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;for me i was badly shocked, I thought I'd break into comma after knowing the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I am hurt, hurt in a bad way. It sucks, it sucks being stucked, being left behind but it fucks when somebody you found so precious was broken into pieces, into smitherens and at the end you'll find yourself the last one to know that the lock of the door has changed! Do you know what it feels like???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;it's more than swallowing your precious pride, it's more than being scold up with your mom after messing up with your friends, it's more than tose, it's more than ouch, it's more than shit and it's more than damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For all the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,I thought I were the one  loved by him and to love him...for all the while. It took me a lot of time, a lot of tears and a lot of attention to go to waste after knowing the truth. It hurts seeing the two of them happy together when all you want is seeing the two of them quarrel and laugh upon the thought of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;the hardest part is accepting that ^FACT^, that #@$!&amp;amp;*% fact that the world would never acknowledge the TWO of YOU but only the TWO of THEM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;it's never nice to be left out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-7276969078028564170?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/7276969078028564170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=7276969078028564170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/7276969078028564170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/7276969078028564170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-bothered.html' title=''/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-9218764313694804494</id><published>2009-12-20T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:22:14.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bittergourd'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and I hope it's a Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>December 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;10:30 in the evening!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and I hope it's a happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;It's an unbearable night.&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at me and I smiled back at him&lt;br /&gt;He danced with me likeI dance with strangers in the dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;He sat beside me and I told him to draw his chair closer to me&lt;br /&gt;He whispered my ear and I chatted back to his ear&lt;br /&gt;He caressed by back and i let his hands stay there.&lt;br /&gt;He kissed me and I just let him kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;I never can disagree&lt;br /&gt;it feel poisoned, sick and intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;I feel slumber, vulnerable and fragile!&lt;br /&gt;I knew him as my best girfriend's ultimate crush.&lt;br /&gt;that's all that ties my acquaintance with him.&lt;br /&gt;I never desired to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;"Merry Christmas" we started the night's affair by giving each other this heart-felt greeting.&lt;br /&gt;HE SMILED AT ME AND WE SHOOK HANDS.&lt;br /&gt;after eating, we opened the gifts we receive from evrybody around.&lt;br /&gt;we drink a lot and submitted ourselves to merriment!&lt;br /&gt;there it happened!&lt;br /&gt;It's an unbearable night.&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at me and I smiled back at him&lt;br /&gt;He danced with me likeI dance with strangers in the dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;He sat beside me and I told him to draw his chair closer to me&lt;br /&gt;He whispered my ear and I chatted back to his ear&lt;br /&gt;He caressed by back and i let his hands stay there.&lt;br /&gt;He kissed me and I just let him kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;I never can disagree&lt;br /&gt;it feel poisoned, sick and intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;I feel slumber, vulnerable and fragile!&lt;br /&gt;I knew him as my best girfriend's ultimate crush.&lt;br /&gt;that's all that ties my acquaintance with him.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to tell this to my friend but I kissed his boy and I liked it!!!&lt;br /&gt;ugh. it's not a very lovely thing to remember but i feel very guilty because of that!&lt;br /&gt;For now, I want to say sorry for what I have done. I love you but, merry Christmas and I hope it's a happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-9218764313694804494?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/9218764313694804494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=9218764313694804494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/9218764313694804494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/9218764313694804494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-and-i-hope-its-happy.html' title='Merry Christmas and I hope it&apos;s a Happy New Year!'/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-441328200655692135</id><published>2009-09-26T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:42:41.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I saw him under a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;green-roofed&lt;/span&gt; shed along the high way on a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cold rainy&lt;/strong&gt; afternoon&lt;/span&gt;. he has a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;long sleek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; black hair which he was brushing when the vehicle I rode passed the way. It was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; simple short glance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yet my attention was lost to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;infinity of forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that seemed to enveloped me for that time being when our eyes met. It was a feeling of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;emptiness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;within a bottomless pit of darkness and a feeling of a deep sting of &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;coldness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a numbing coldness. Could it be&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or was just an odd feeling caused by the exhausting travel back to school? From that moment on my thoughts were filled with his image. It was just once when I saw him but his picture gets into good shape and color in my consciousness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's odd yet seemingly satisfying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's odd because it's a real new thing but the idea of it as satisfying is quite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unexplainable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He is &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;slender yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had has his hands appear to be of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;having great strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He has pale skin that of which has not known any beam of sunlight for a long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was not like of the Undead but he has&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;this skin that made him appealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and pleasurable to the eyes of mine! I can't blame myself for admiring him from the very moment I saw him at that shed! Damn,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; he is fairer than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and is completely admirable with his hair so black and straight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Whahaaha. Has my senses got the better out of me?! Even if it does, I don't care!&lt;span style="font-size:340;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uh oh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was never attracted so much to a stranger guy this way before but his existence made me realize that &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perfection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in human race is not a lie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He can be considered as one! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If it appearsto you that I would be on my knees to beg for his companionship, it will be a pleasure on my party to act upon the idea. I'd love to. But how could I? I don't even have any form of communication to him, not even his name! But I'm pretty much sure he isn't some nasty guy nor a suspicious goon! He can't be, with that angelic look, there's a big arc of question in there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;well, that was long a time ago, I have his number now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I admit, Ihave none of any formal relationships with guys but It doesn't mean that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do not have the idea of what love is and how it feels to be inlove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I named him Ichigo since I really like the name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( If it rings a bell to you, then you must be right, you Know Ichigo-that if you get hold of my cellphone and try to call the first name that appears on my phonebook). Hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;At least for now I'm satisfied with the kind of situation I have with this stranger guy named Ichigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-441328200655692135?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/441328200655692135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=441328200655692135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/441328200655692135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/441328200655692135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-saw-him-under-green-roofed-shed-along.html' title=''/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-2532317159147206473</id><published>2009-08-31T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:29:01.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bittergourd'/><title type='text'>I thought YOU starts with WHY and ends with YOU...</title><content type='html'>Literally YOU starts with Y and ends with U, on the other side, there is a fact that if we would spell these letters, they would mean differently!&lt;br /&gt;I really thought that my existence was for him! the answer to my never-ending WHY's. I always say to myself that it is YOU who answers every WHY of my thought, words and actions!&lt;br /&gt;I just thought so because you were nice and emphatic! I really don't know! maybe you hurt me much when you made me think that i was not in a way or the other connected to your problems and that means i'm not one way or the other connected to your life!&lt;br /&gt;there is no possible way to getting back into the past of fantasy. where lies and liars abound-this does not mean an escape from the adversities and cruel world but an attempt to leave behind people who should not be involved with the journey of my life! the things that can be faced with straight shoulders and straightforward vision is the reality of the Present!&lt;br /&gt;Damn! T'was a hard bitter way clearing things OUT! it's the biggest of all the mistakes i've done so far in the half of my whole life!&lt;br /&gt;T'was a hard bitter way out but I say it's ultimately effective! how could i just afforded myself to fooled around for such a long time! I pity myself, though I shoul not, Nevertheless, I pity that liar more! I admit that I'm also a liar! I was, I'm still and will always be a liar in no matter circumstance lie is needed for somebody's good or somebody's disgrace according to my subjective analysis! I grant punishment to those who've done wrong to me! I declare war against their substance as well as their souls! Unforgivig as I may appear but there is a big possibility that if i don't break things up with them or with him I will be the one to turn up broken at the end of the day!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me! Foolish them! He deceived me with such a facade of genuine friendship but it's a one-sided perception! I've poured thousand of tears over him! got to my feet and had to pull myself back again for a countless of times whenever troubles come before or after him! I may sound so selfish but I think if I would not be selfish I would totally be shattered into tiny pieces and who migth know? I'll never be able to regain nor vindicate myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;Somebody might understand, mostly would not! this post is written for self expression and not derrogate anybody's personality! after all it's an intellectual property! I own this feeling and i have the right to express it!!!&lt;br /&gt;the next time you fall for someone close to you, watch out! you may be deceived with an angelic smile behind that pretentious mask!!!beacuse there is no possible way to getting back into the past of fantasy. where lies and liars abound-this does not mean an escape from the adversities and cruel world but an attempt to leave behind people who should not be involved with the journey of my life! the things that can be faced with straight shoulders and straightforward vision is the reality of the Present!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-2532317159147206473?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/2532317159147206473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=2532317159147206473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/2532317159147206473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/2532317159147206473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-thought-you-starts-with-why-ends-with.html' title='I thought YOU starts with WHY and ends with YOU...'/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-1092499267311700819</id><published>2009-05-24T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T03:24:03.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bittergourd'/><title type='text'>STD victims shout:</title><content type='html'>English people in times of STD!!!(stress, trouble and despair)&lt;br /&gt;          their agonies reflected in song lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;I feel adrenalin rushing through my head!!!:_i DUNNO_&lt;br /&gt;said shishini! a.k.a. akire&lt;br /&gt;the old me is dead and gone!:_Justin Timberlake_&lt;br /&gt;said masha!&lt;br /&gt;Que sera sera!!!:_cant remember_&lt;br /&gt;said mapagpumiglas! a.k.a. BIDAMAN&lt;br /&gt;Inubos kong lahat panahon ko sa 'yo!, kulang na kulang ba? hindi pa ba sapat?:_MYMP_&lt;br /&gt;said Nyl Anneish! a.k.a HART JR.&lt;br /&gt;you are my destiny, jai ho!_pussycat dolls featuring nicole_&lt;br /&gt;said raijho a.k.a. moji&lt;br /&gt;I believe I believe!!!: _Il Divo_&lt;br /&gt;said Mr. University 2008 a.k.a shoga ( adapted from mapagpumiglas)&lt;br /&gt;I gave my best but i guess my best wasn't good enough!:_cant Remember_&lt;br /&gt;said Iwa a.k.a. Rocky&lt;br /&gt;tonight will be the night that i will fall for you over again don't make me change my mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;said jira a.k.a rai&lt;br /&gt;oops  i did it again!!!_BRITNEY(nice song but i prefer if you seek amy better nyahahaahah)&lt;br /&gt;said sisterhood a.k.a. teddy&lt;br /&gt;you left me all alone, go on do what you want!!!&lt;br /&gt;said the supahmodel a.k.a ALPHY&lt;br /&gt;it's the climb!!!&lt;br /&gt;said GGOOODDESSS&lt;br /&gt; i apologize for th incomplete entries: i did not have enough time to research for other English peole's voices because of proximity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy that almost all of the things are accomplished, though some are late some are incomplete. life is a dominant process-based assessment. things we have made do not WARRANT the label for a successful person. it is on the process, how we put meaning to those experiences that we encouter and how we responded to them.&lt;br /&gt;God will always be there but be sure to give you surrender to him eve you littlest doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                                                                                                                                        no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;matter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; the other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-1092499267311700819?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/1092499267311700819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=1092499267311700819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/1092499267311700819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/1092499267311700819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2009/05/std-victims-shout.html' title='STD victims shout:'/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-3900315017236881342</id><published>2009-04-16T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:53:18.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet tooth'/><title type='text'>TIME will COME!: If Not... I'll Wait!</title><content type='html'>it's a feeling of relief...&lt;br /&gt;the same reality goes with it being a feeling of regret...&lt;br /&gt; t'was not a waste but it messed up my unstirred world. now i'm thankful that it was over. Now I'm thankful that it was gone!&lt;br /&gt; Was it totally over? Was it totally gone?&lt;br /&gt;how could I say so? How could I tell so? How could I know?&lt;br /&gt; how could I say it's over when everytime our eyes meet I feel an ocean of ice where I am submerged? How could I say  it's gone when everytime we sit side by side I feel an ocean of fire, torning apart every piece of me? How could I know that the feeling was or is over when these things are still true as of the moment?&lt;br /&gt;How could I know?&lt;br /&gt;it's a puzzle worth sleepless nights and I admit that I had plenty of those. I HAD Plenty of those sleepless nights because of introspecting things.I HAD Plenty of those sleepless nights because of answering my own I-don't-know-if-this-is-it-or-not questions!I HAD  Plenty of those sleepless nights where I am having just STUPID single damn thought- HIM! that was all ! HIM!&lt;br /&gt;I hate him because he takes away little by little the love I have for my self by sacrificing some of my egoistic attitude! He takes away minute by minute the time I have for myself by impregnating my thoughts of his very existence! He takes away parcel by parcel evry part of me by being a friend who can offer no more than what we are-FRIENDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;all the time it was a regret because everything that I had for him remained a secret, remained non-verbalized thoughts reverberating every wall of my soul! which every time it echoes, a rush of blood pumps through my veins with pain and hatred! What if I had the will and guts t say it to him? I wish I had but what I have is just the GUTS and not the WILL! i'ts better not to end our friendship by keeping this feeling on my own! I know time will come that this feeling will be gone. that this feeling will be replaced by an affection for a plain friend. i know that time will come, this relationship will not be stained by any form of outward admiration.&lt;br /&gt;TIME WILL COME and if not I will stand firm to wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-3900315017236881342?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/3900315017236881342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=3900315017236881342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/3900315017236881342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/3900315017236881342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-will-come-if-not-ill-wait.html' title='TIME will COME!: If Not... I&apos;ll Wait!'/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-3968744265409373268</id><published>2008-12-22T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:06:19.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i said i'm happy but i lied!</title><content type='html'>ugh, what am I to do? i don't want to kill my self out of irresponsibility and laziness but life got so boring that everything is so monotonous: everyday seems to be a repitition of yesterday, everybody seems to be doing the whole thing again and again, and everywhere seems to be having the whole pattern of activities from time to time! things got so boring( perhaps i'm not the only one feeling the deal!) why am i feeling this kind of emptiness? i have great friends, i know! i have great family, and i'm thankful! i have great experiences, I guess?!&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of needing someone greater envelops me, squeezing me tighter and tighter, crushing my nerves into numbness. a need for someone more vibrant, a need for somebony who possesses more will power, someone who has wealthier experiences. Eureka! that is it! i'm needing someone whom i can recognize as a saviour and as a hero! i know and i acknowledge the presence of God but i am in great sublimation to find a human a, a person and a being whom i can trust, value and look upon into!&lt;br /&gt;i don't ,know if this is an after effect of numerous frustrations in life but i really got bothered by the prevalent situation i am into! a gest for some, maybe! but it is really the hard truth that i am in deep sorrow and agony upon finding this person! a real quest for a once in a lifetime experience!&lt;br /&gt;i may offend and perhaps hurt some by these staetments but i don't knoe why life got kind'a went like this!&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any of those problems tantamount to buildings and skyscrapers but to me it seems that this is a real big one! oh i have another problem which really s not a big one. i'm torn between the decision of choosing my happiness and success!!! i'm quite bothered by this but i am certain that time would help a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-3968744265409373268?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/3968744265409373268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=3968744265409373268' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/3968744265409373268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/3968744265409373268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-said-im-happy-but-i-lied.html' title='i said i&apos;m happy but i lied!'/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-6743389211031963419</id><published>2008-12-19T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:41:13.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy drops'/><title type='text'>i know and not wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the end of the year was about to come, I wanted to stay longer here in Marbel because of the exciting and invigorating experiences i have observed since December sarted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this year is a bit tiring yet enjoyable year!getting to know bette other guys in my major really gives me a better perception about life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people who suffered and mourned a lot during their past,will earn a lot of blessings in their future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this idea was from the two of my great friends, one had really big prob with guys she had fallen for and the other had big prob with her family. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this year, I have fallen for a friend, i don't knoew if i'm close to his heart as a friend but to me his very close. at first it was only a plain crush on him but it really proved that proximity results to intimacy...grrrrrr.... he caused me a lot of insomniaic nights and blank-thoughts during daytime.everytime his with other girls i feel a stinging pinch inside me, its venomous and it spreads all over me, turning myself into a stiff statue!!! I hate this feeling and i totally hate the situation but i like him and i still like those girls he is sometimes with! it would be a great hipocrisy to deny this feeling before him and before the whole 3rd year english-majors of NDMU. the thought of "how would i get over this feeling" during the past months clouded my mind. and it really bites, the reality that he does not even like and would never like a single part of me is in the air. i tried to tell it frankly to him but he refused to give something back except the friendship that we have built up during the days we have gone through. another thing that is softly killing me are the people i know, are the friends that i have and are the dear classmates of mine who also like him! darn it!. I don't want to see their faces near him but what can i do?, they are everywhere he goes they are everywhere he went they are all over his life here in college. I don't own him, and i have nohing to tell to those guys ,who are like his shadow, to go away from him! it hurts but it's the reality. it stings but it's the truth. it kills me but this defines me. this situation defines them and this situation defines everyone of us. who are these everyone anyway? i don't want to mention names because i value their feelings and i respect their personhood. I wished to have a better space in his heart and not just a plain friend but this was an old tale to tell and does not prove to be true this day. I just wanted us to stay friends because i have seen someone he likes much and i can sense someone he really deserves. someone he can pair-up and could really be satisfied with! i realized that because we are always ogether and we are always with each other's company that i have fallen head-over-heels for him. but there is this another friend who is always with my company and always hear my problem who i am falling for but there is this something that hinders the feeling to grow and I don't know what it is! maybe it's because i don't want to kill another self of me anymore. i don't want another venom to spread on me and turn me intio a stiff statue. i don't want these things to happen again because this other friend has his dear girlfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this year is about to end but i know for myself that these heartaches are also about to end. I know i know i know because i don't want to say i wish i wish i wish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i believe with all the reality in my being that it is their loss not mine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys merry christmas and advance happy new year ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't give yourself a lot of stress!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-6743389211031963419?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/6743389211031963419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=6743389211031963419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/6743389211031963419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/6743389211031963419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-and-not-wish.html' title='i know and not wish'/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-1023650968011382787</id><published>2008-12-14T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:34:10.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy drops'/><title type='text'>doing both the OPPOSITES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday, we went to school to build this 10-feet christmas tree, i thought much of the expected things in there are a bunch of &lt;strong&gt;cutting, sticking, gluing&lt;/strong&gt; and such stuff but to my surprise &lt;strong&gt;the end of the day gave me a lot better outlook about life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it was so much fun having that &lt;strong&gt;"hep hep hooray"&lt;/strong&gt; game. not only it is fun to see &lt;strong&gt;faces of funny people&lt;/strong&gt; trying to concentrate &lt;strong&gt;with their brows joined and forehead layered with lines&lt;/strong&gt; but also it eases the burden of life. maybe these are not only the reason why i did like that game but it were also the smiles, giggles and laughters of the people you are &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;familiar and &lt;strong&gt;comfortable with&lt;/strong&gt; that made the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;whole thing addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so much with the entertaining side, it was also a great day because a friend told a great story. i was quite surprised upon &lt;strong&gt;hearing myself &lt;/strong&gt;throwing words which are &lt;strong&gt;often said by older folks&lt;/strong&gt;. i realized that &lt;strong&gt;we are really growing old&lt;/strong&gt; and along with our &lt;strong&gt;age&lt;/strong&gt; comes &lt;strong&gt;maturity&lt;/strong&gt; of our thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;we're growing old&lt;/strong&gt; we're growing old and do not know whether it is for &lt;strong&gt;better or&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;worse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt; we're growing old and do not know if &lt;strong&gt;it will end sooner or later&lt;/strong&gt;; we're growing old and do not know the&lt;strong&gt; end of the deal&lt;/strong&gt;;we're growing old and do not know if we can experience this thing &lt;strong&gt;the next time around&lt;/strong&gt;; yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;indeed we're growing old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I am really happy to consider myself today as a &lt;strong&gt;teenager,&lt;/strong&gt; as an &lt;strong&gt;adolescent&lt;/strong&gt; and especially as a &lt;strong&gt;youth&lt;/strong&gt;, typified by the two contrasting situations mentioned above- &lt;strong&gt;saying things of the olds and doing things of the kids&lt;/strong&gt;...still i exist and try to live with the life where the unmovable mover wants me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-1023650968011382787?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/1023650968011382787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=1023650968011382787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/1023650968011382787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/1023650968011382787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-we-went-to-school-to-build.html' title='doing both the OPPOSITES'/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-1383485845592246111</id><published>2008-12-03T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T05:25:44.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopscotch'/><title type='text'>knickknacks for the two of them</title><content type='html'>this day was quite a bit irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; I honestly got zero in a quiz with one of my major subjects-the punishment for not reading what everybody in the class should read.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2nd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The greatest annoyance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I could ever get when my friends are around, happened again before lunch.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the most irritating among the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;most irrit&lt;/span&gt;ating&lt;/span&gt; situations occured, was when these two crazy male classmates of mine told me something about a female co-major's boobs. Yes, it was all about the size of those coconuts of hers which nobody could deny that they were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;not just like humps but bulks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;We were having our last subject for the day when the nearest seatmate of mine (who appears to be so maliciously indifferent ) told me that this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. writer King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,seating beside him was looking at&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ms. coconut's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; boobs(who happens to be on a sideview from our sight) after I stared at them sharply.&lt;br /&gt;At first it did not really bother me but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the two continued to giggle like writting worms in their seats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I, who have the knowledge of their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;laughing ( or fantasy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went irritated as their&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; faces grew like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a vast ocean of fire!!! Oh God &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was supposed to hit them in the head and spank the two of them down the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me inside. The feeling that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you thought of these persons &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to be moral and not sexual maniacs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( sorry for the term but I cannot find any other word to describe their sinister deed!) but suddenly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;your world of perception stirred up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Darn it!&lt;br /&gt;It bothered me because as a woman, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is so disgusting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to hear the voices of men fantasizing or just even laughing &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;some other GIRL's physiological parts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Of course they have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;not just made some good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fun &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;about it but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;they have overdone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and that thing made me go nuts in my seat.&lt;br /&gt;Although I already made them &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;feel sorry&lt;/span&gt; for acting that way, the irritation it gave me still bites! It is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;deep &lt;/span&gt;cut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but it is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all over&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which made me feel ill seeing and remembering their&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; faces like laughing demons&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that someday these two will&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;realize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;that we are given eyes to see the truth in situations and beauty in every creation. I just wish that it is not only the two of these guys realize thing but all other men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-1383485845592246111?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/1383485845592246111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=1383485845592246111' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/1383485845592246111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/1383485845592246111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-day-was-quite-bit-irritating.html' title='knickknacks for the two of them'/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-9173459245625688855</id><published>2008-10-19T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:42:18.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy drops'/><title type='text'>What if's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What if I never knew him? Will I still suffer from insomnia for almost every night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;What If he never knew I am head-over-heels for him? Does he I am? Oh God, how I wish he does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;What If I never knew everybody around my circle of friends in college? Will I be still the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Evora&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Evora&lt;/span&gt; they are chatting and eating with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;What if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NDMU&lt;/span&gt; is just a meter away from our residence? Will I not be staying up late at night to study with my friend’s house&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What if I lost my family in a war? Maybe it would be the end of my beautiful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What if  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shoga&lt;/span&gt; feels the same with my feeling toward him? Will the situation between us become better or worse? How I wish the former will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What if there is truth with my instincts with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shoga&lt;/span&gt; and _________, that there is something more than friendship between the two of them? I guess it will be the start of my journey toward being alone for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What if that dream of mine about my future groom will come true? Is there still a chance for me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shoga&lt;/span&gt; to be together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What If I chose to be an AB Pol-Sci student? Will I get as many pimples as I have now?&lt;br /&gt;What if the earth is flat? Will Newton’s law be formulated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What If I am a boy? I thing I’m more handsome and appealing than my classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;What if I was born in Poland? Would I still have the same face with this face I am presenting everyone with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;What if  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beata&lt;/span&gt; did not get pregnant? Will my family be happier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;What if I die now? I want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; if the feeling of being dead is a feeling like that of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if that thought of mine about my childhood is true? What will I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What if I went to college at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;NDTC&lt;/span&gt;?  Would I still meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shoga&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-9173459245625688855?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/9173459245625688855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=9173459245625688855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/9173459245625688855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/9173459245625688855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poverty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lights on the &lt;strong&gt;floor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; flower on the &lt;em&gt;door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;plight of a &lt;em&gt;poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spark of Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;astray&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Found a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;spark&lt;/span&gt; within me;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-9108174284579174042?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/9108174284579174042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=9108174284579174042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/9108174284579174042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/9108174284579174042'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/2853964504522094891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2008/10/blue-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-2991254145653222722</id><published>2008-10-18T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:20:07.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy drops'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPrYtvCe8NI/AAAAAAAAABg/inhG_R6fT4k/s1600-h/1342446962_459fae6388_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258753795141071058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPrYtvCe8NI/AAAAAAAAABg/inhG_R6fT4k/s320/1342446962_459fae6388_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Self-Reliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For us human, it is always a God-given right to trust ones self , to love ones self and to rely ones self. We may not be satisfied with the ideas that our mind can formulate but remember that a thousand-mile journey starts with a single step. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;leaps and strides&lt;/span&gt; are impossible without&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; learning and executing small and swaggering steps. Do not be afraid of the possible outcome of &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;utilizing your own ideas,&lt;/span&gt; they&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bring us disappointments and frustrations because they turn out to be several failures but always remember that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mistakes are the lifeblood of learning. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like a metal blade ourselves must be sharpened day-to-day by the experiences that environment could offer us. The experiences that I am re&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPrdRPy_ICI/AAAAAAAAABw/pAB34OOiNpY/s1600-h/775892500_5a6924655b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258758803276374050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPrdRPy_ICI/AAAAAAAAABw/pAB34OOiNpY/s320/775892500_5a6924655b_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ferring in here are the challenges one must face bravely, sincerely and willingly, engrossing in mind that one needs these set of challenges to grow and elevate ones self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We may be afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to go one step higher from where we are standing because&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;the dismantling remarks we received and we will receive from the people around us but think of the opportunities that line in front of your journey toward self-satisfaction in your golden years. Due to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;depreciated strength and cognitive skills,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; once we are there we can do nothing but &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;reminisce with the memoirs of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; and inevitably memoirs of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;failures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This one big reason for trusting the power that lies beyond your own ability and ideas, to trust oneself and to pursue escalated disposition in life once still young and able.&lt;br /&gt;One might not see this as a striking predicament but if one grows old but I see this as horrifying and threatening. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;do not want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to spend the rest of my golden years in life remembering my past that is filled with&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;miseries and &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPrcCwqMtPI/AAAAAAAAABo/hqL_45YsO1M/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258757454888219890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPrcCwqMtPI/AAAAAAAAABo/hqL_45YsO1M/s320/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;failures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is more of a loser to a person who lost in the game and that is the person who had not given himself the chance to join the game because of deep aversion toward losing. I abhor\or person who say &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“ I can not do that”&lt;/span&gt; followed by the traditional excuses like &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“because I am not him”&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“ because I did not undergo this and that”&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“ because I am not capable of doing it”&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“ because I do not want to be embarrassed”&lt;/span&gt;. Do not these people deprive themselves against success and transition? Of course they can not do it now but sooner or later they already can. Deep determination and self-esteem coupled with humor should be either acquired or learned by these people. After learning or acquiring it they should characterize it. With these comes&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;self-reliance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2832882764702320747-2991254145653222722?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/2991254145653222722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=2991254145653222722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/2991254145653222722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/2991254145653222722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2008/10/self-reliance-for-us-human-it-is-always.html' title=''/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPrYtvCe8NI/AAAAAAAAABg/inhG_R6fT4k/s72-c/1342446962_459fae6388_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-6150739375245414477</id><published>2008-10-09T05:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:26:41.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy drops'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content7.flixster.com/movie/53/81/55/5381553_det.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://content7.flixster.com/movie/53/81/55/5381553_det.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“La Vita El Bella” or “ Life Is Beautiful”, a story of a Jewish man together with his family who trapped under the Hitler demagogy; depicting elements of war, romance and humor.&lt;br /&gt;Guido, taking the lead role, characterized as a happy-go-lucky young Jewish bachelor who went to Italy to live with his uncle met Dora, a beautiful and sophisticated Italian teacher who was already engaged, out of her will, with a prominent person in the community. The two met in an accident and serendipity destines the both of them to successively bump into each other. Eventually the two, fell with each other's charm. Both decided to settle down without Dora's parents consent. Dora gave birth to an intelligent and brilliant boy named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Josua&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The big problem came when the war between the Germany and America began. Jews were caught and sent off to a place where they were made as slaves. Unfortunately, Dora is a pure-blooded Italian and was not included to these people who are to be brought in the place, Dora being determined to see her better-half and son, decided to get inside of the train where the Jews are placed. Guido made a fanciful story out of the horrifying situation Joshua and him are into for the former to stay calm. Amidst the gunfires and shots, a gunfire shot from a Nazi soldier got Gyido killed.&lt;br /&gt;The story happened in the romantic place of Italy with their classic houses built out of bricks. repetitive circle patterns are apparent in the story, promoting the romantic undertone of the story. Romantic scenes are highlighted and intesified by classical Italian music.&lt;br /&gt;  Life is indeed beautiful if one sees it so and makes something beautiful out of it.&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/2832882764702320747-6150739375245414477?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/6150739375245414477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=6150739375245414477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/6150739375245414477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/6150739375245414477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-vita-el-bella-or-life-is-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-6999406413143563381</id><published>2008-10-09T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:28:06.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy drops'/><title type='text'>Happiness and sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SO3xnIZPWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/z2nT72ofZ_M/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255121994781776226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SO3xnIZPWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/z2nT72ofZ_M/s200/w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the wind whispers to my ears, when the mist kisses my cheeks, when the gleaming waves of the shore splash through my skin I can feel happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel happiness even in some little ways; like a new born baby, newly sprouted leaves flashed to delight me, my thought reminds me of looking forward to life because there is always hope that awaits .Like the sun retiring from the day's work, greenish-brown tilting blades of leaves reminds me of looking back in the past to venture some moments of giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness is when I am alone! Spending most of the day reading (Oh how I delight myself by reading books). This kind of happiness comes once in a while and i prefer to have this kind of happiness comes only once and a while and I prefer this kind of happiness after a long and exhausting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness to me comes in a package of smiling people, laughing friends and caring family. This happens when one is at the verge of their success, victory and triumph over whatever challenge. Smiling is man's way of showing happiness, whenever I see people smile, I feel happiness, whenever I see people laugh, I see a glowing light coming out of me; caring is man's way of sharing happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is happiness without loneliness! After all, one cannot know goodness without recognizing evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the clouds cluster and darkens my day, when the raindrops fall down from my lids, when the splashing waves of the deep blue sea ruin my sand castle on the shore, I can feel sadness!&lt;br /&gt;I can feel happiness most with great big thing; like a brown falling leaf departing from a caring origin reminds me of the life after death; like the waters in the river which know nothing about their destination reminds me that everyone and everything goes somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-6999406413143563381?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/6999406413143563381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=6999406413143563381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/6999406413143563381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/6999406413143563381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2008/10/happiness-to-me-is.html' title='Happiness and sadness'/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SO3xnIZPWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/z2nT72ofZ_M/s72-c/w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-1512162849114109966</id><published>2008-10-08T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:07:23.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy drops'/><title type='text'>T'nalak Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SOxppMbniXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M8e2PzCMUVA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254691021667142002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SOxppMbniXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M8e2PzCMUVA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A prism of streaking lights hit the gloomy and starless sky fronted me and my friends as we agree to step out from the monotony of the school and take part in the celebration. Bombarding sounds beat along with grooving youth. Ornate cottages stand in array, lacquered with proud ethnicity and humble cheer. Four-colored intertwining abaca fibers abound the merrying crowd, lighting the purpose of the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;The smoke spreads and mixes with the air, enticing people to take a bite with the grilled chunky white meat and swirling yellow tasty food and to take plunge into the bitter-sweet beverage along the sidewalks.&lt;br /&gt;As we walk along the Alunan avenue with smears of everybody’s sweat around our bodies, variegated color of sparks exploded in the sky like splashes of hues in a painting, one after the other, surprising the crowd. Suddenly, we found ourselves putting our hand together in awe with loud booms and bangs especially with the expanding glows of colorful lights in the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;People pushing, people dancing, people singing, people eating, people laughing, people drinking, people hopping, people joyriding, people smiling; if you see these kind of people at day or night, walaaah! Welcome to T’nalak festival.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-1512162849114109966?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/1512162849114109966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=1512162849114109966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/1512162849114109966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/1512162849114109966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2008/10/prism-of-streaking-lights-hit-gloomy.html' title='T&apos;nalak Festival'/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SOxppMbniXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M8e2PzCMUVA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-1992963694498068660</id><published>2008-08-07T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:46:26.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Now I know'/><title type='text'>“UNLEARNING WHAT I HAVE LEARNED”</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 1.1.2  (Linux)"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20080808;292900"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="20080808;1431100"&gt;&lt;style&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.27in 11.69in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;   	 	 	 	 	 	&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;“UNLEARNING WHAT I HAVE LEARNED”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;A Reflection Paper In Renato Constantino's Article&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recalling the Past: An Introspection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;	When I was in elementary, in meeting the greatest heroes through a poster, i wonder why we should study their lives, I wonder why we should give them an hour of discussion or lecture, why should we print their faces on posters and stick these posters in every corner of every classroom, why should we give them our time to read and time to reflect in their so-called “great deeds”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;	I cannot, with all honesty, blame myself to be subjective in times when I need to be objective because human beings are considered to be both rational and emotional beings. it is fine when the rational attribute coincides with &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;thew&lt;/span&gt; emotional one, otherwise, problem will arise ( Ugh, as much as I wanted to express more of myself I can't because I need to be true(that would mean I would have to be objective) in what I write, unless this is creative writing that anybody could be in the story, that anyplace could be the setting, that any situation could be the story.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish I wish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;	I wished to have taken my Rizal subject this semester so that I can greatly relate with the particular situations or settings that Constantino is talking about in his text; I wished to have read this article during my elementary and secondary days so that I can ask my teachers about their point of view regarding the apple of discord; I wished to go back in the past during Rizal's existence and ask him what he mean about the difference between  independence and liberty and why he wanted the Philippines to be a province of Spain and why not an independent state!Like Constantino I cannot go back in the future, limited are the things that we could do with it, we can rewrite it the way we could but it should be written the way it should have been! I cannot go back in the time when Rizal was born, when he wrote Noli Me Tangere, when he joined the propaganda movement and when he was shot. the manner of his death is comparable with Jesus's death. Jesus's death was the reason for discovering his journey and role as the begotten son of God and the messiah (this is what the Bible says); Rizal was shot dead in one afternoon and his manner of death made way to his martyrdom and made him the best choice of the Americans to be the National hero of the Philippines.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Da Vinci Code experience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;	I was not yet in the middle of reading the whole text, a memory of a scene in Da Vinci Code flashed came across the streams of my thought. Smiling on my own, I stood up and stretched my arms then made my mind to get into reading the text again and realized why the thought of such made possible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;	All the while I thoght that the author wanted to put rizal a sour National hero and made me conclude that this text is like the movie written by Brown, the D Vinci Code. If your faith with Christ or knowledge about Christ is not that profound you willreally think  for days or weeks or even months(just like what happened to a friend of mine) about the numerous twisted concepts about him in the story. Because I conditioned myself to stick to what my family told me about Christ, stick to what my religion taught me, I never went wrong. I also did the same with the given selection but this time I think I missed to see the forest among the trees!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think All He Want Is To...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;	Towards the end of the text i realized that Constantino just wanted students as well as teachers of history to reevaluate Rizal's life work and writings, to weigh his positive as well as negative attributes equally equating to the idea that we should correct the way we learn history that we need to learn from Rizal's mistakes and weaknesses the way we learn from his success and glories.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eureka!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;	I realized that I should be open with the things that  somebody would try to convey in his or her own point of view for a particular matter or topic. To be a good and effective teacher , one must promote a welcoming atmosphere for students' suggestion and I found out that I need to learn more of this as a hoping soon-to-be-teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-1992963694498068660?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/1992963694498068660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=1992963694498068660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/1992963694498068660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/1992963694498068660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2008/08/unlearning-what-i-have-learned.html' title='“UNLEARNING WHAT I HAVE LEARNED”'/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2832882764702320747.post-4898174024429926204</id><published>2008-08-06T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:25:32.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood sweets'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SJl4ircr45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pwl7ArGhgf8/s1600-h/s.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SJl4ircr45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pwl7ArGhgf8/s320/s.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231344979341468562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;wished &lt;/span&gt;to have many careers before but finally I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; that I want to&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;shape&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;minds&lt;/span&gt;-this possible in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;TEACHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2832882764702320747-4898174024429926204?l=acehi17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/feeds/4898174024429926204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2832882764702320747&amp;postID=4898174024429926204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/4898174024429926204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2832882764702320747/posts/default/4898174024429926204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acehi17.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wished-to-have-many-careers-before.html' title=''/><author><name>acehi17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04459873999120373034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SPlMQqY375I/AAAAAAAAAAo/erLz7jPKuME/S220/p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tm6GcYz4oUs/SJl4ircr45I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pwl7ArGhgf8/s72-c/s.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
