<?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-8774781</id><updated>2011-07-31T17:19:32.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't trade our lunch</title><subtitle type='html'>'cause it's not the way that it has to be...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-204433828952744257</id><published>2011-07-18T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T01:58:02.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the space between</title><summary type='text'>A friend once commented on a blog entry that tears are a sign of the presence of the Holy Spirit.Today, as I came across a video clip of an old song, I realise how the poignant silence of a teardrop leads me to grace.The Lord touches me in those brief moments where I am at my most fragile.  He is there in the pause after I stumble and right before I pick myself up.  His breath is my gasp when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/204433828952744257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=204433828952744257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/204433828952744257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/204433828952744257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2011/07/space-between.html' title='the space between'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-3713199085051036191</id><published>2011-06-12T08:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T09:25:07.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoping just because i spoke the words that they're true</title><summary type='text'>I crossed out something from my bucket list this weekend.  There's something magical about this week, how every sign is distinct and clear, and how I've gone from tears to thrills in a span of seven days.  Even more so that it was Dad's 7th month just this Friday, and today is both Independence Day and Pentecost Sunday.  ******************I am filled with thanks for this newfound clarity in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3713199085051036191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=3713199085051036191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3713199085051036191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3713199085051036191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2011/06/hoping-just-because-i-spoke-words-that.html' title='hoping just because i spoke the words that they&apos;re true'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-6846511335524983155</id><published>2011-04-21T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:36:36.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>manahimik at makinig.</title><summary type='text'> I went to mass at the Church of the Gesu last Palm Sunday.  I meant to sing again with Hangad, but, at the last minute, I chose to listen.I'm glad I did.  Sometimes, in the flurry of preparing for the next song (or the lines to say during the interactive Gospel reading of the Passion), I find no time to reflect on the mass readings.  But that day was special; I felt it was necessary to find time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/6846511335524983155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=6846511335524983155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6846511335524983155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6846511335524983155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2011/04/manahimik-at-makinig.html' title='manahimik at makinig.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-2214938442418138990</id><published>2011-04-20T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:42:32.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one's gonna take that time away.</title><summary type='text'>      I was greeted this morning by a song in my head.  I first heard the version of Janis Siegel with Fred Hersch on piano, but I am very much drawn to the original that James Taylor and Carly Simon recorded while they were very much in love.  It may be of note, though, that the comments in the video speak of a painful truth that one could not see in their eyes; yet, the lyrics are wrought with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/2214938442418138990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=2214938442418138990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/2214938442418138990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/2214938442418138990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-one-gonna-take-that-time-away.html' title='no one&amp;#39;s gonna take that time away.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/E_D0i7UC9UY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-4251395341792346679</id><published>2011-04-10T04:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:58:49.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just walk the line; you know you just can't fight it.</title><summary type='text'>I was browsing through youtube for 90s music, and I was brought back to the summer of 1993. I had just graduated from elementary with the second highest honors in the entire batch, excited to start high school. We didn't have a landline phone yet, the internet was unheard of, and the only way to get in touch with the few friends I made was through snail mail. I hardly knew anyone from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/4251395341792346679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=4251395341792346679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4251395341792346679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4251395341792346679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-walk-line-you-know-you-just-can.html' title='just walk the line; you know you just can&apos;t fight it.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-550344356515882711</id><published>2010-03-21T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T01:16:34.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you brighten all my nights and make my day.</title><summary type='text'>            Cute,no?  This was but one of the many songs my sister parodied which still cracks me up to this day.  Yet watching it again tonight initially brings not a laugh but a misty eye; then to laughter again when reaching part 3:09 as the revised ending by Joy comes to mind.I write this with the laptop perched on the armrest of the sofa bed in my new room.  I have a picture of myself on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/550344356515882711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=550344356515882711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/550344356515882711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/550344356515882711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-brighten-all-my-nights-and-make-my.html' title='you brighten all my nights and make my day.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-9078210840964700991</id><published>2009-12-31T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:34:00.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you, Frailty, thank you, Consequence, thank you, Silence.</title><summary type='text'>As we put out the last Roman Candle in the revelry of ushering 2010, the family noticed that the neighborhood fireworks ended earlier than usual.  Maybe people were tired or too stressed; perhaps they figured it would be better to watch TV (although we're known for having the best fireworks display outside any public show because of the prominent personalities who live on our street), or maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/9078210840964700991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=9078210840964700991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/9078210840964700991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/9078210840964700991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you-frailty-thank-you-consequence.html' title='thank you, Frailty, thank you, Consequence, thank you, Silence.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-3224582174032247073</id><published>2009-12-24T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T04:01:13.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how about me enjoying a moment for once?</title><summary type='text'>one look in the mirror and i was reminded of alanis morissette's "thank u" video.hmm. must visit the salon soon.*******************Just when I thought I had gone through the worst in 2008, 2009 was still not an easy year for me.  Nevertheless, there are so many things (and people!) to be thankful for; all in all, the blessings always outweigh the difficulties.  I am here, and I am grateful to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3224582174032247073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=3224582174032247073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3224582174032247073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3224582174032247073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-about-me-enjoying-moment-for-once.html' title='how about me enjoying a moment for once?'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-8460175420042325911</id><published>2009-11-21T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:55:37.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i spent too much time raiding windmills.</title><summary type='text'>As the skies weep quiet tears this early noon, a treasure trove of memories fill my head; images that only I recall.I distinctly remember that random phone call, when my dad was shutting the front door and double-checking if the house lights were on and off in the right places.  It was November, 1998.  For some reason, I knew your phone number.  I dialled it, you answered, and I told you, out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/8460175420042325911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=8460175420042325911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8460175420042325911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8460175420042325911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-spent-too-much-time-raiding-windmills.html' title='i spent too much time raiding windmills.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-5850365825143805891</id><published>2009-11-14T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:17:39.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just give me till then to give up this fight.</title><summary type='text'>  Naku, Manny.  I worry for you when you push your luck.*************An officemate confided in me that she was praying to God for a sign for her wish to be granted.  She added to her prayer, "Lord, kung magbibigay ka naman ng sign, pwede linawin mo naman ng konti."I told her, "Malinaw naman palagi.  Tayo lang ang nagpupumilit na palabuin lahat."The truth is, we always get what we pray for.  Not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/5850365825143805891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=5850365825143805891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5850365825143805891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5850365825143805891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-give-me-till-then-to-give-up-this.html' title='just give me till then to give up this fight.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-700261215879178966</id><published>2009-09-23T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:53:12.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pag-uulayaw.</title><summary type='text'>a line from "The King and I" comes to mind.it's both thrilling and head-cracking when someone comes over to see you in a heartbeat, and leaves you in the next. all because i craved for a cup of hot chocolate.there is no escape.i'm hooked.   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/700261215879178966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=700261215879178966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/700261215879178966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/700261215879178966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/09/pag-uulayaw.html' title='pag-uulayaw.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-1149913043811797651</id><published>2009-08-17T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:31:08.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving you is like food to my soul.</title><summary type='text'>i've been receiving messages lately from people around me, telling me i've lost touch for the past few days.  emotions have run around the spectrum from near-rage to tearful compassion because of my failure to answer calls or urgent email. honestly, i don't really know what to say.i want to say sorry, but it's more of feeling sorry for myself.  the self-pity is agonizing and is close to becoming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1149913043811797651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=1149913043811797651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1149913043811797651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1149913043811797651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/08/loving-you-is-like-food-to-my-soul.html' title='loving you is like food to my soul.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-3185834326577880333</id><published>2009-08-08T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:30:38.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can feel your halo.</title><summary type='text'>As I write this, I'm having mixed feelings about a lot of things.I'm juggling between sleeping and making this entry, staying home and going back to the hospital to be with Mom and Dad, laughing and crying, and feeling old and responsible while feeling as helpless as a baby.We call on everyone again to join us in prayer for Dad's health.  He hadn't been eating much since early this week, and we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3185834326577880333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=3185834326577880333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3185834326577880333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3185834326577880333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-feel-your-halo.html' title='i can feel your halo.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-852236499631932027</id><published>2009-07-28T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:00:44.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could go crazy on a night like tonight...</title><summary type='text'>Maybe it was the large coffee I had from Dunkin' Donuts, or the exhilaration of finally getting a new pc monitor and installing it tonight. (And the dread of the coming due date of my ballooning credit card balance.)It could also be the fact that I'm commemorating so many special days for the past and in the coming days.Or, it's because the end of the month is near and reaching my quota is almost</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/852236499631932027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=852236499631932027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/852236499631932027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/852236499631932027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-could-go-crazy-on-night-like-tonight.html' title='I could go crazy on a night like tonight...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-4282767634395219129</id><published>2009-07-27T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:26:00.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny's Open Urbanite Run 2009 - night runners, wanna join? :)</title><summary type='text'>  Link &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/4282767634395219129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=4282767634395219129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4282767634395219129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4282767634395219129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/07/kenny-open-urbanite-run-2009-night.html' title='Kenny&amp;#39;s Open Urbanite Run 2009 - night runners, wanna join? :)'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-6235283268723965791</id><published>2009-07-26T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:15:53.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock you into day!</title><summary type='text'>rock you into day!Shared via AddThis</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/6235283268723965791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=6235283268723965791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6235283268723965791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6235283268723965791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/07/rock-you-into-day.html' title='rock you into day!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-3486599422889266549</id><published>2009-04-11T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:46:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny how time changes how we see.</title><summary type='text'>I remember during one of Hangad's rehearsals a few years ago, when we were asked to contemplate about how Good Friday was for the disciples at the time of Jesus' death.  For us modern-day Christians, the observance of Holy Week is a commemoration of the unconditional love of the Father that smoothly culminates with its triumph over sin and death at Easter.  The sorrow of the Passion is always met</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3486599422889266549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=3486599422889266549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3486599422889266549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3486599422889266549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-how-time-changes-how-we-see.html' title='funny how time changes how we see.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-5312903669730210567</id><published>2009-04-05T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:30:45.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me, the outdoors-y type? naaaah.</title><summary type='text'>But no. i've had 2 weekends' worth of adventures in a safari/forest, jetskiing and trekking up (and down) a 5-hour mountain hike that led to a beautiful beach.AND i signed up for a 10-km trail run in May, and a promise to finally (learn how to) bike in the same month.WHAT AM I THINKING?!? For someone who trips on dry, even surfaces even with warning, it feels like another person has taken over my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/5312903669730210567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=5312903669730210567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5312903669730210567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5312903669730210567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-outdoors-y-type-naaaah.html' title='me, the outdoors-y type? naaaah.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-1113942778062036321</id><published>2009-03-03T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:44:24.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends, long weekends and week-breaks part 2</title><summary type='text'>  I felt like Maria with a hat and a suitcase on the way to the Trapps for the first time.Pakanta na ako eh: "What will this day be like?  I wonder...."Was supposed to go to Subic last Saturday for the entire weekend with my officemate and her husband and some pals, but cancelled at the last minute because they woke up late and her hubby had a lawyers' meeting to catch by lunchtime.Since we were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1113942778062036321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=1113942778062036321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1113942778062036321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1113942778062036321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekends-long-weekends-and-week-breaks_03.html' title='weekends, long weekends and week-breaks part 2'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-6078954408332652771</id><published>2009-03-02T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:21:37.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends, long weekends and week-breaks part 1</title><summary type='text'>  This is becoming a habit.I've always loved going places on foot, especially since I don't know how to bike (*hint, hint!* paturo naman!), and now driving has taken me to greater distances beyond my walking threshold.Lately, I've found myself making excuses to take long trips on the road, or long walks on familiar pavements.  I make it a point to walk around the UP Oval at least once a week for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/6078954408332652771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=6078954408332652771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6078954408332652771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6078954408332652771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekends-long-weekends-and-week-breaks.html' title='weekends, long weekends and week-breaks part 1'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-3842926564476004253</id><published>2009-01-04T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:48:27.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin!!!</title><summary type='text'>        The search is over for our dear blockmate Kevin!!  We finally found him after years of planning an ambush visit to the home address he registered for the college yearbook.  Buti doon pa sya nakatira!Our gang had always thought about Kevin.  On grad ball night when he wasn't around, we had a balloon with his name scrawled on it on our table.  Everytime we got together we'd wonder about him</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3842926564476004253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=3842926564476004253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3842926564476004253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3842926564476004253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2009/01/kevin.html' title='Kevin!!!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-3031509054346785074</id><published>2008-12-31T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T04:44:29.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd come running to see you again.</title><summary type='text'>    I was ready to sleep through another night alone in the house last Saturday when I suddenly heard someone open the gate just when I was about to alight from my car.  It was D!"What are you doing here?", I asked as he ran into my arms."I'm eating dinner here!""Really? What are you having for dinner?""Whatever you're cooking."Yay.  Our helper was on leave.  Good thing he had a weakness for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3031509054346785074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=3031509054346785074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3031509054346785074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3031509054346785074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-come-running-to-see-you-again.html' title='I&amp;#39;d come running to see you again.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-1619663990437067257</id><published>2008-12-26T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:28:01.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll remember.</title><summary type='text'>Allow me to linger on the memory of you today.In my mind, the first day I saw you is as fresh as the thought of yesterday.You were radiant as you were simple; gracious as you were serene.I instantly loved you.  I would have wanted to stroll along hospital walkways with you if I continued my studies in that direction.  I enjoyed listening to stories of you, especially the early years in Baguio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1619663990437067257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=1619663990437067257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1619663990437067257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1619663990437067257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-remember.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll remember.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-4168518111220369950</id><published>2008-12-13T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:11:40.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December.</title><summary type='text'>I found this song on YouTube when I was looking for a nice video for Christmas.  It's quite a long track, embellished here and there, which makes it a perfect accompaniment for Final Fantasy X (though I'm not sure whether this was officially included in the game).  If you're curious, watch the video here.I remember this song for another reason, though.  I had a tape (retro!) of this album by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/4168518111220369950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=4168518111220369950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4168518111220369950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4168518111220369950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/12/december.html' title='December.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-1870502116581614191</id><published>2008-11-02T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:43:40.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storia Di Noi Due.</title><summary type='text'>It has come full circle.  And it has brought me back to this.I was hoping it would be movie-like, that we'd be Bruce Willis and Michelle Pfeiffer in "The Story of Us".There's a history here.  And histories don't happen overnight.Alas, you never really caught on my flair for drama.  You just didn't like staring at closure in the eye when you left me hanging on for dear life in your 6-month silence</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1870502116581614191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=1870502116581614191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1870502116581614191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1870502116581614191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/11/storia-di-noi-due.html' title='Storia Di Noi Due.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-2140597725516666012</id><published>2008-10-26T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:24:24.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm the man who can't be moved.</title><summary type='text'>      I saw scenes of Cinema Paradiso from a TV in Eastwood Fuente Circle while waiting for Lala's second set about two weeks ago.  I told my 2 guy pals that I haven't met a man like Salvatore who would wait out for days and nights, even in the rain, in faith that his beloved Elena's bedroom window will open and fill his heart with hope of love's reciprocity.  This idea of courtship was brought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/2140597725516666012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=2140597725516666012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/2140597725516666012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/2140597725516666012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-man-who-can-be-moved.html' title='i&amp;#39;m the man who can&amp;#39;t be moved.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-8556046303589939061</id><published>2008-08-27T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:52:52.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i wouldn't give to meet a kindred.</title><summary type='text'>kawawa naman si alanis morrissette...she could never go back 10 years to the peak of her talent before she wasted away with ryan reynolds, who left her anyway.*******"OK, well this was my thought: 50,000 years ago, there are not even a million people on the planet. 10,000 years ago, there's, like, two million people on the planet. Now there's between five and six billion people on the planet, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/8556046303589939061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=8556046303589939061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8556046303589939061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8556046303589939061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-i-wouldn-give-to-meet-kindred.html' title='what i wouldn&amp;#39;t give to meet a kindred.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-4146517470351398695</id><published>2008-08-21T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T03:25:16.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss aniston needs a breather.</title><summary type='text'>  Found out from the web and on radio that Jennifer Aniston and John Mayer have called it quits.  I'm not really a big fan of either Jen or John, but one can't help but feel for the girl while her former husband is raking millions of dollars for photo rights to the newest additions to the Jolie-Pitt superfamily.She can learn a thing or two from this movie she made with another failed fling.  Haba</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/4146517470351398695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=4146517470351398695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4146517470351398695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4146517470351398695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/08/miss-aniston-needs-breather.html' title='miss aniston needs a breather.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-8984723730816016465</id><published>2008-08-14T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:19:00.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HANGAD: NOON AT NGAYON</title><summary type='text'>sana makapanood kayo :) "Kung aawit ako nang mag-isa, awit ko'y awitin nga ba?"Block off your calendars for Hangad: Noon at Ngayon, a 10th anniversaryconcert for Hangad's first album titled "Hangad". The show will featureinspirational and liturgical standards from Hangad's repertoire -- somein their original form, others with fresh new arrangements -- such asPanunumpa, Pananatili, and Pag-Ibig Ko</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/8984723730816016465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=8984723730816016465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8984723730816016465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8984723730816016465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/08/hangad-noon-at-ngayon.html' title='HANGAD: NOON AT NGAYON'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-3309005227325742912</id><published>2008-08-07T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:32:29.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death to mush.</title><summary type='text'> This made me laugh.  Ganito ka ba? ;p ******************************** True Friendship  (none of that Sissy Crap)   Are you tired of those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality?   Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship.    1. When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the hateful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3309005227325742912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=3309005227325742912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3309005227325742912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3309005227325742912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/08/death-to-mush.html' title='Death to mush.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-919420898002141840</id><published>2008-07-20T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:29:46.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 piece chicken conversations and concert-crashers.</title><summary type='text'>High school was not the happiest place to be if you weren't popular, pretty and pole-thin.  Yet somehow, amidst all the angst, the peer pressure and the struggle for grades, solid-as-rock friendships get you through everything regardless if you're in the clique of the prom queens, the league of overachieving academics or in the locker corner of the offbeats, and the bond is so strong it stays </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/919420898002141840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=919420898002141840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/919420898002141840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/919420898002141840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/07/6-piece-chicken-conversations-and.html' title='6 piece chicken conversations and concert-crashers.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-3982132391909764961</id><published>2008-07-12T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:58:52.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uwian na, uwian na!</title><summary type='text'>Sing the subject to the tune of "here comes the bride"...hahaha just like grade school days. The endoscopy results show a few scars on the intestine which caused Dad's tummy trouble, while the biopsy results indicate NEGATIVE for malignancy.   YEHEY! My brother's at the billing section as I type this...ako naman timing kung kailan naman ako nag-OT sa work saka pa na-clear si Daddy to go home.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3982132391909764961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=3982132391909764961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3982132391909764961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3982132391909764961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/07/uwian-na-uwian-na.html' title='uwian na, uwian na!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-1573689981948851598</id><published>2008-07-10T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:58:03.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first teenage love affair</title><summary type='text'>Got this from a friend's site.  Do you remember feeling this way? ;) Link &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1573689981948851598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=1573689981948851598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1573689981948851598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1573689981948851598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-teenage-love-affair.html' title='my first teenage love affair'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-6671704724827936328</id><published>2008-07-08T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:56:53.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to break faith with You is to be no one.</title><summary type='text'>begin reading this with a prayer that Dad’s biopsy results, due this evening, will show promise J    *********  I met a former client yesterday afternoon at the office.  He was smiling and seemed genuinely delighted to see me, and I offered my assistance in facilitating his request which had to be relayed to the other branch.  I invited him over for a chat, since I’ve known him and his wife for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/6671704724827936328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=6671704724827936328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6671704724827936328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6671704724827936328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-break-faith-with-you-is-to-be-no-one.html' title='to break faith with You is to be no one.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-5922789913302261696</id><published>2008-05-15T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:44:27.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the pain bring on the rain.</title><summary type='text'>dissonance is a migraine.i've been here before, on the other side, when i was doing the asking and all i got was silence.  who knows why silence was the choice and not "yes", "no", or "i don't know"? i felt confused, thinking about how selfish and heartless it was to leave me hanging over a precipice.now that i'm the one being asked, i fall silent -- not because it's a selfish choice, but because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/5922789913302261696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=5922789913302261696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5922789913302261696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5922789913302261696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-pain-bring-on-rain.html' title='let the pain bring on the rain.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-6057179029783133497</id><published>2008-05-12T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:41:06.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a few more winks, Daddy. promise  :)</title><summary type='text'> Dad's still at the hospital.  His endoscopy results show something that isn't too good.  We have a CT scan scheduled tomorrow to rule out anything else other than the lump in his intestine that is still not sure to be benign.  Dad doesn't know it yet but we will break the news once we also get the CT scan results.  He was actually in high spirits today, thinking that the endoscopy is only a "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/6057179029783133497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=6057179029783133497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6057179029783133497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6057179029783133497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/05/few-more-winks-daddy-promise.html' title='a few more winks, Daddy. promise  :)'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-6700689700516085026</id><published>2008-05-09T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T03:22:53.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop and stare, i think i'm moving but i go nowhere</title><summary type='text'>"Bakit ganito ang buhay ko ngayon?", my father asked me today as he looked at me from his bed as he lay shivering, his sad eyes wanting to hide under the blanket. "It takes time, Dad.  Matatapos din ito," I said, firmly believing that my optimism will rub off on him and get his body back on track. Dad is confined at the hospital yet again tonight.  We rushed him to the Heart Center's ER when we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/6700689700516085026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=6700689700516085026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6700689700516085026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6700689700516085026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/05/stop-and-stare-i-think-i-moving-but-i.html' title='stop and stare, i think i&amp;#39;m moving but i go nowhere'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-3214264281878668958</id><published>2008-05-09T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:34:57.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sumapat kaya ang mula pagsikat hanggang paglubog ng araw?</title><summary type='text'>"kung nagmamahal ka,  pero hindi mo naman  kasama araw-araw,  at di ka rin sigurado  kung babalikan ka,  ano'ng tawag doon?""nagmamahal.  kasi ang nagmamahal,  nagtitiwala."----  Celeste and Ploning, from the film Ploning by Dante Nico GarciaI'm not sure if it helped me to watch this film, but it sure didn't feel like picking on old wounds.  It actually recalled memories of Culion (never mind if </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.ploningthemovie.com' title='sumapat kaya ang mula pagsikat hanggang paglubog ng araw?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3214264281878668958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=3214264281878668958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3214264281878668958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3214264281878668958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/05/sumapat-kaya-ang-mula-pagsikat-hanggang.html' title='sumapat kaya ang mula pagsikat hanggang paglubog ng araw?'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-7936561343275430883</id><published>2008-05-08T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:36:32.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got me out here in the water so deep</title><summary type='text'>haaay.i went to the mall this afternoon to buy some stuff for me and the house. i forgot to pay my mobile phone bill, which was the primary reason why i chose to go to a mall instead of the grocery store. i tripped on the escalator -- which was not working --  because i had too many bags, and both my knees are a bit sore. i hope i don't get bruises kundi goodbye to the badminton skirt i'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/7936561343275430883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=7936561343275430883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/7936561343275430883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/7936561343275430883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/05/got-me-out-here-in-water-so-deep.html' title='got me out here in the water so deep'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-656908020187085584</id><published>2008-04-07T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:49:20.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day of valor</title><summary type='text'>   After going to the hospital today to have lunch with Dad and family, I drove to run some errands around Katipunan.  I suddenly felt drawn to go to Loyola Memorial Park, remembering that the holiday today was because of Araw ng Kagitingan, which actually falls on April 9, my lola's birthday.So off I went to brave the Marikina traffic and to pay a visit to, not just one, but 3 of my lolas at the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/656908020187085584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=656908020187085584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/656908020187085584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/656908020187085584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-of-valor.html' title='day of valor'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-7362561389712958012</id><published>2008-04-07T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:41:13.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things off my bucket list...</title><summary type='text'>i went jetskiing, paintballing and go-karting all in one day yesterday.  FOR FREE!pictures to follow!!!!  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/7362561389712958012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=7362561389712958012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/7362561389712958012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/7362561389712958012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-things-off-my-bucket-list.html' title='3 things off my bucket list...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-4166111668095891985</id><published>2008-04-04T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:34:36.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nowhere to go but up</title><summary type='text'>What a week!    So many things have happened the past few days, it's beginning to overshadow the events last March....Dad braved through the operation and is gradually getting better (creatinine! mag-normal ka na pwede ba?!?!)The world's local branch (hehe) transferred to a new building along Quezon Avenue nearer Edsa right before Isuzu.  *shameless plug*: we're offering FREE brewed coffee and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/4166111668095891985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=4166111668095891985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4166111668095891985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4166111668095891985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/04/nowhere-to-go-but-up.html' title='nowhere to go but up'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-4126198013104999039</id><published>2008-04-03T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T02:48:47.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i breathe you.</title><summary type='text'>you used to hug me from behind as we slept at night, giving me all the warmth i needed.i soon reciprocated and hugged you back when you turned to sleep on your side.eventually we learned to sleep with our backs pressed against each other, in synchronised, rhythmic breaths.i breathed you.finally, i had to outgrow sleeping beside you.  i had to unlearn breathing you.  i had to unrecognize a rhythm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/4126198013104999039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=4126198013104999039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4126198013104999039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4126198013104999039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-breathe-you.html' title='i breathe you.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-7057343861250958550</id><published>2008-03-30T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:34:43.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please continue to pray for Dad</title><summary type='text'>Hi all,Unfortunately we had to forego transferring to a regular room because we need to monitor Dad's health a bit more.  He's currently undergoing dialysis to regulate his creatinine levels, and sometimes his level of cognition is amiss.Please, please pray with us.    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/7057343861250958550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=7057343861250958550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/7057343861250958550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/7057343861250958550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/please-continue-to-pray-for-dad.html' title='please continue to pray for Dad'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-2594821303585530222</id><published>2008-03-29T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T03:18:49.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, love untold.</title><summary type='text'>“Come to Me when you are weary.  Lay down your burdens and your loads.  Your name is etched into the palm of My hand:  Yours is My love untold.”Daddy's moving to a regular room, recovering well from the operation.   He is happy to be with Mom and to see us all beaming with pride for his robust heart. Most of all, he is immeasurably thankful (as the entire family is, too!) to all of you for your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/2594821303585530222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=2594821303585530222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/2594821303585530222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/2594821303585530222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-love-untold.html' title='Love, love untold.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-2784298765900482096</id><published>2008-03-28T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:41:37.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... that night they caught nothing. When it was already dawn, Jesus was standing on the shore. – John 21:3, 4</title><summary type='text'>How apt this day's Gospel is.We were called by our good surgeon Dr Quitiquit almost eight hours after the scheduled commencement of the bypass operation.  He said that Dad is now at the recovery room, still sedated, but doing well.  They started surgery at 12 noon pa pala due to the slight twitches on the leg catheter; but it went smoothly otherwise.  They performed a quintuple (yes, 5 po yun!) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/2784298765900482096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=2784298765900482096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/2784298765900482096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/2784298765900482096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-night-they-caught-nothing-when-it.html' title='... that night they caught nothing. When it was already dawn, Jesus was standing on the shore. – John 21:3, 4'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-5778870790073369915</id><published>2008-03-27T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:09:51.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"baka nakalimutan mo lang na pwede ka palang bumalik?"</title><summary type='text'>Those were the words Fr. Mimo told me when I came by the seminary one Thursday on a whim in Tagaytay, staying overnight by myself.  I wanted to exorcise demons.  I wanted to take control of my life and rid myself of misery and the anguish of waiting (for godot).   I ran away to escape the din and find an answer amidst the glorious backdrop of pine trees and cool winds.The answer I got was to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/5778870790073369915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=5778870790073369915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5778870790073369915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5778870790073369915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/nakalimutan-mo-lang-na-pwede-ka-palang.html' title='&amp;quot;baka nakalimutan mo lang na pwede ka palang bumalik?&amp;quot;'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-1216666692963270851</id><published>2008-03-26T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:50:30.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let thursday and friday be Daddy 's Prayer Rally Days!</title><summary type='text'>One whole day more before Dad's scheduled operation on Friday morning...I ask for fervent prayers, mass intentions, sige na nga pati na rin blood donors :)Daddy's mind, heart and soul are ready!!!Thanks to all of you who have given your time, prayers, blog comments and blood donations.  May God bless you always for your generosity.By the way, for those who can't make it to the Heart Center from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1216666692963270851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=1216666692963270851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1216666692963270851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1216666692963270851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-thursday-and-friday-be-daddy-prayer.html' title='let thursday and friday be Daddy &amp;#39;s Prayer Rally Days!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-5352570369558694937</id><published>2008-03-25T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:50:42.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP! Daddy needs 10 AB+ blood donors ASAP!</title><summary type='text'>Hi All!   My mom just texted me, we need 10 blood donors for his bypass operation this Friday since Daddy's blood type (AB+) is quite rare.   You may reply to this if you're (or know someone who is) interested in donating blood.  You can also get in touch with me at the following numbers.  Please forward also to those you think may be of help.    my landline nos: 4110618 to 19 (my office - HSBC </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/5352570369558694937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=5352570369558694937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5352570369558694937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5352570369558694937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/help-daddy-needs-10-ab-blood-donors.html' title='HELP! Daddy needs 10 AB+ blood donors ASAP!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-5895800561151671402</id><published>2008-03-24T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:46:01.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now, more than ever, Dad still needs your prayers!</title><summary type='text'>I just got word from my mom today, my siblings presented Dad's angiogram to Dr. Dy Bun Yok and he advised that the best procedure to remove the blockage from his heart is a bypass operation.  We'll contact another surgeon, Dr Manuel Chua Chiaco, this afternoon to confirm if he could operate on him per Dr Dy's recommendation.   It'll be anytime this week, I guess.  Please continue to pray for him.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/5895800561151671402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=5895800561151671402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5895800561151671402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5895800561151671402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-more-than-ever-dad-still-needs-your.html' title='now, more than ever, Dad still needs your prayers!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-6498343379965248468</id><published>2008-03-20T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:46:26.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it begins...</title><summary type='text'>It's now a waiting game for Dad.  He'll be having a series of tests from tomorrow until Saturday to check his suitability for any procedure.  So far, we've had 3 opinions, with surgery recommendations swinging from urgent to unnecessary.  Hopefully we'll be able to get the best surgeon to work on Dad.  Anybody here know Dr. Dy Bun Yok personally?  We heard he's really good. I called Chinese </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/6498343379965248468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=6498343379965248468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6498343379965248468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6498343379965248468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-so-it-begins.html' title='and so it begins...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-7072245119145662230</id><published>2008-03-19T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:39:05.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>konti pa, Dad...</title><summary type='text'>Just got the preliminary results from my mom today.  May bara sa heart.  Dad's recommended for a bypass operation.  My siblings are rushing the results to another doctor for a second opinion, hopefully it's really something minor than that. Friends, kaya to! Sabay-sabay tayo humingi ng tulong sa Diyos... Papunta na ko dun.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/7072245119145662230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=7072245119145662230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/7072245119145662230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/7072245119145662230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/konti-pa-dad.html' title='konti pa, Dad...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-5224230403125584012</id><published>2008-03-18T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:57:59.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrise's favorite lyric</title><summary type='text'>"There, still, my love will be." (from the track Love Untold)How encompassing, how understated, how constant, how unconditional, how unassuming, how universal this love is that only a God would so willingly offer even to the hardest of human hearts.  And, how overwhelmingly amazing it is to realize that the human heart is destined to love back as much as its Creator has shown.  To rise from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/5224230403125584012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=5224230403125584012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5224230403125584012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5224230403125584012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/chrise-favorite-lyric.html' title='Chrise&amp;#39;s favorite lyric'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-7555240557547611515</id><published>2008-03-18T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:23:47.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy finally gets a room!</title><summary type='text'>At about 5pm today, the Heart Center finally had a vacant private room for my dad.  No tests tonight, though.  He's scheduled for his angiogram tomorrow, so tonight is his last meal -- and he completely ignored the hospital food!  Before I left the office, he asked for soup from a favorite chinese restaurant near my branch.  Syempre I gave in and bought not only soup but his favorite noodles, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/7555240557547611515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=7555240557547611515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/7555240557547611515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/7555240557547611515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/daddy-finally-gets-room.html' title='Daddy finally gets a room!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-6346059086569880287</id><published>2008-03-16T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:07:44.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update on Dad</title><summary type='text'>He's been under house arrest since Friday and we have no plans of letting him drive anytime soon.  Surprisingly, he agreed to stay home but is worried about the cases he needs to review at the office; sabi namin huwag na niyang alalahanin.What I'm worried about, though,  is his appetite swings and that he feels dizzy most of the time.  I'm thinking maybe it's because he's a bit down, but when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/6346059086569880287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=6346059086569880287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6346059086569880287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6346059086569880287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/update-on-dad.html' title='update on Dad'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-1415606314317531198</id><published>2008-03-13T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:52:49.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch "A Journey to Easter with Hangad" this Mar15 (Sat) 7:30 pm in Tierra Pura!</title><summary type='text'> The Our Lady of Consolation Parish (OLCP) HELP Foundation is staging a fundraising pre-Easter concert featuring Hangad this Saturday, March 15, 2008, 7:30pm at the OLCP main church in Mira-Nila Homes (passing through Tierra Pura Homes), Tandang Sora, QC.  Tickets are available at the entrance.  See you there! =)For other details, check out www.hangad.com.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1415606314317531198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=1415606314317531198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1415606314317531198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1415606314317531198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/watch-journey-to-easter-with-hangad.html' title='watch &amp;quot;A Journey to Easter with Hangad&amp;quot; this Mar15 (Sat) 7:30 pm in Tierra Pura!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-1847938899845972434</id><published>2008-03-07T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T02:48:53.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>even if it leads nowhere.</title><summary type='text'>my sentiments exactly.Chasing Pavements - AdeleIve made up my minddont need to think it overif im wrong i am rightdont need to look no furtherthis aint lust i know this is lovebut if i tell the worldi'll never say enoughcos it was not said to youand thats exactly what i need to doif i end up with youshould i give upor should i just keep chasing pavementseven if it leads no where,or would it be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1847938899845972434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=1847938899845972434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1847938899845972434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1847938899845972434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/even-if-it-leads-nowhere.html' title='even if it leads nowhere.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-8164459987360514074</id><published>2008-01-28T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T02:00:30.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huwag nang mag-atubili, bumili na kayo. </title><summary type='text'> Well, hindi siya Astro Cigarettes.  Pero ito na ang totoo: ito na yata ang pinakamasarap na sorbetes na natikman ko.I chanced upon this flavor when I was looking for something to bring to a friend's birthday.  I knew Selecta had a variant when I was in grade school, but their version was something like  pale cheese ice cream with blueberry jam ripple and chunks of graham crackers.  (It tasted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/8164459987360514074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=8164459987360514074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8164459987360514074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8164459987360514074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/01/huwag-nang-mag-atubili-bumili-na-kayo.html' title='huwag nang mag-atubili, bumili na kayo. '/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-9193602229484876891</id><published>2008-01-20T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:02:02.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, i bought a china dual-SIM phone. no TV, though.</title><summary type='text'>  I didn't like the analog TV antenna on the other phones; besides, they were too bulky.  More on this once I'm done tinkering with it =)    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/9193602229484876891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=9193602229484876891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/9193602229484876891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/9193602229484876891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/01/yes-i-bought-china-dual-sim-phone-no-tv.html' title='yes, i bought a china dual-SIM phone. no TV, though.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-8265462295942609630</id><published>2008-01-07T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:21:56.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nargalzius is a demon?</title><summary type='text'>  Ba't parang pakiramdam ko maraming makakabasa nito pag tinapos ko na 'to...For the longest time, I've had the floating thought that the name "Nargalzius" had something to do with an evil character.  I don't know where or whom the idea sprung from -- heck, even the guy who uses the name says he got it from a line Dan Akroyd said in a movie (diba Carlo?), but I felt OC-ed to verify it once and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/8265462295942609630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=8265462295942609630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8265462295942609630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8265462295942609630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/01/nargalzius-is-demon.html' title='Nargalzius is a demon?'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-5099183813680825487</id><published>2008-01-06T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:06:55.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uno, dos, tres, katorse!</title><summary type='text'>Lulubusin ko na ang pag-blog habang tahimik pa dito sa bahay...A lot of things happened during the last month of 2007.  I was moving branches, helped out with P's family during his Lola's passing, had a bunch of relatives from Australia staying over well until the first few weeks of the new year, 4 Christmas parties with 4 different groups all in the same week, and the usual family Christmas/New </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/5099183813680825487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=5099183813680825487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5099183813680825487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5099183813680825487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/01/uno-dos-tres-katorse.html' title='uno, dos, tres, katorse!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-992868889187082985</id><published>2008-01-06T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:18:28.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me FIERCE!</title><summary type='text'>Here's a compilation c/o Migs of the recent Hangad Christmas party pics.Am I glad I have a pro stylist for a brother ;p (thanks kuya!)  Too bad I had no couple shot with P.   Kasi!!!!&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/992868889187082985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=992868889187082985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/992868889187082985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/992868889187082985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/01/show-me-fierce.html' title='Show me FIERCE!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-8765307076049218055</id><published>2008-01-06T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:02:44.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day, just breathe</title><summary type='text'>  And so begins my new life in the new year in the new branch.Just got through my first three days, and how has it been?Quiet.  At least on the staff side -- in terms of the customers' side it was quite busy.The branch people seem nice. My boss, of course, is a friend and my old boss from a couple of years back.  I met my teammates during the Christmas party and they're ok.  The tellers are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/8765307076049218055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=8765307076049218055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8765307076049218055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8765307076049218055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-day-just-breathe.html' title='another day, just breathe'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-5093119589027507343</id><published>2007-12-13T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T03:29:34.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you'd be appalled if you knew what i was doing when you called</title><summary type='text'> Do you remember landline calls? Few people talk on the home phone nowadays, with everyone exhausting their unlimited texts and calls on their mobile service provider.  Other than P and my clients, I seldom get landline calls, and if I do, my staying power and attention span has shrunk to a few minutes compared to the midnight-to-sunrise marathons when I was still a giddy schoolgirl.I can still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/5093119589027507343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=5093119589027507343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5093119589027507343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5093119589027507343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-be-appalled-if-you-knew-what-i-was.html' title='you&amp;#39;d be appalled if you knew what i was doing when you called'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-2309267358414725488</id><published>2007-12-10T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:44:07.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping to dream about you...</title><summary type='text'>Lovely.  I went home right after a Sunday recollection to take my mom to church and take a long, much needed rest, when I found my nephew, D, sitting in my father's TV couch.  Akala ko Monday pa date namin -- he decided to take a chance and made a surprise visit.  Buti pala maaga ako umuwi.We spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening installing pc games and playing each and every one of </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Sleeping-To-Dream-lyrics-Jason-Mraz/8568EA348795999148256CD900312C30' title='sleeping to dream about you...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/2309267358414725488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=2309267358414725488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/2309267358414725488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/2309267358414725488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleeping-to-dream-about-you.html' title='sleeping to dream about you...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-671120315287512670</id><published>2007-12-08T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:04:13.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast as wheels can turn...</title><summary type='text'>Had to skip dinner after the show to hurry home -- didn't bring the car and my neighbor and sister had other plans.  Aside from the yummy lechon paksiw mom cooked that was waiting for me, I left in a huff to be with this guy even for less than an hour: We have another date on Monday =)&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.iansolo.net/sololyrics/e/ebtg_2.htm#::Driving' title='Fast as wheels can turn...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/671120315287512670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=671120315287512670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/671120315287512670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/671120315287512670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/12/fast-as-wheels-can-turn.html' title='Fast as wheels can turn...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-3586775276045951691</id><published>2007-12-08T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:13:01.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I couldnt sleep, could you sleep?</title><summary type='text'>2am musings.  Ang pag-iisip ng "what if?" while driving under the influence..."Masaya ka naman ngayon sa pinili mo, di ba?", I asked a friend."Malaya ako," he replied, eyes smiling.*********I'll be moving to another branch in 3 weeks.  Halos 1 month ko ring pinag-isipan, pero di ko inakalang ganito kabilis ang mga pangyayari.  Kasi naman, sa birthday party ako unang tinanong nonchalantly, "Gusto </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.lyricsfreak.com/m/matchbox+twenty/bent_20090655.html' title='If I couldnt sleep, could you sleep?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3586775276045951691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=3586775276045951691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3586775276045951691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3586775276045951691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-i-couldnt-sleep-could-you-sleep.html' title='If I couldnt sleep, could you sleep?'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms5idm330CU/R1pArqcg2gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ueatr1IPBvs/s72-c/hbph+cmw+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-6098516372747707951</id><published>2007-12-03T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T03:02:05.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with a thousand sweet kisses...</title><summary type='text'> Was looking for dessert in the fridge when I chanced upon a bag of Hershey's Kisses.  Only after having my third piece did I notice the special messages.  Cute!The one on the lower left reminds me of a funny slip-up...happy birthday! ;P&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='related' href='http://music.yahoo.com/Broadway-Rent-Cast/Ill-Cover-You/lyrics/1735688' title='with a thousand sweet kisses...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/6098516372747707951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=6098516372747707951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6098516372747707951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/6098516372747707951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/12/with-thousand-sweet-kisses.html' title='with a thousand sweet kisses...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-1437323591509734646</id><published>2007-12-02T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:13:02.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To strengthen the weary and the broken</title><summary type='text'>Had a very enriching weekend with Hangad in Culion, Palawan. Didn't have much pictures (or at least not much with people) because I was so engrossed in the scenery and the excitement of the activities. I'm sure the next few days will bring more pics from Hangad to show the fun times.More than the laughs, the sea adventures and the steep stairways (I am sooo out of shape!), what I remember most </summary><link rel='related' href='http://hangad.org/pages/ministry/recordings/songs.php?action=viewsong&amp;song_id=00010' title='To strengthen the weary and the broken'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1437323591509734646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=1437323591509734646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1437323591509734646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1437323591509734646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-strengthen-weary-and-broken.html' title='To strengthen the weary and the broken'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms5idm330CU/R1Q3Sqcg2fI/AAAAAAAAABI/P3ktPENYUac/s72-c/palawan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-8292862672103135704</id><published>2007-09-23T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:31:29.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chomp away!</title><summary type='text'>I spoke too soon...found it! =) yay! =D  Game codes provided by: Myspace Games   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/8292862672103135704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=8292862672103135704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8292862672103135704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8292862672103135704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/09/chomp-away.html' title='chomp away!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-4580739638514505090</id><published>2007-09-23T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:28:13.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's our favorite nokia game! =)</title><summary type='text'>  found this while looking for pacman (alas, namco had to pull it out of this guy's website).enjoy! =)More MySpace Games and Codes at MySpace ModWorld   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/4580739638514505090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=4580739638514505090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4580739638514505090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4580739638514505090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-our-favorite-nokia-game.html' title='it&amp;#39;s our favorite nokia game! =)'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-8599909706443342580</id><published>2007-09-08T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T16:58:57.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad...</title><summary type='text'>A new boss was being trained in the branch yesterday and we saw him holding a grocery bag with infant milk formula and diapers."For the baby, huh?""Yep, I'm going to Bulacan today for the weekend to see the little tyke.""Expensive, isn't it? I bet you buy those at least 3 times a week.  That's why I've been putting off getting married or having children...ang mahal!""Well, that's a small price </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/thesoundofmusic/myfavoritethings.htm' title='when the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I&apos;m feeling sad...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/8599909706443342580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=8599909706443342580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8599909706443342580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8599909706443342580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-dog-bites-when-bee-stings-when-im.html' title='when the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I&apos;m feeling sad...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-745579128210526913</id><published>2007-09-03T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:13:02.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a supernatural delight</title><summary type='text'>That is my first watercolor tree. honestly, i didn't know how it would turn out until the rain gave it character -- o-ha?!? *apir!* Buti na lang matalino ang ulan, hehehe.It was one of the many things we did in UP the day he said we'd go out painting.  Actually the entire painting portion of the day took less than an hour because it started to rain hard and we had to pack up.  We went back to the</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/toploader/dancing+in+the+moonlight_20139427.html' title='it&apos;s a supernatural delight'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/745579128210526913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=745579128210526913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/745579128210526913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/745579128210526913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-supernatural-delight.html' title='it&apos;s a supernatural delight'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms5idm330CU/RtwvCXo7FZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bj4XwQB4_wU/s72-c/IMG_0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-8678723287818742558</id><published>2007-08-27T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:40:45.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you, you put the blue back in the sky</title><summary type='text'>Pardon the corny lyric title...wala na akong maisip i-associate na kanta kundi yang kay Christian Bautista (tutal kamukha naman nya)!How's this for spontaneity:  he asked me out for watercolor painting on Saturday morning!(o, jowi, buti hindi trip to manila zoo diba? bwahahaha! ;P )It's funny to have this all of a sudden, what with the entry I just posted yesterday.  I'm actually scared to bits </summary><link rel='related' href='http://lyricwiki.org/Christian_Bautista:Colour_Everywhere' title='you, you put the blue back in the sky'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/8678723287818742558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=8678723287818742558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8678723287818742558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8678723287818742558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-you-put-blue-back-in-sky.html' title='you, you put the blue back in the sky'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-5023953783863983970</id><published>2007-08-27T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T03:09:40.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't go for second best,  baby</title><summary type='text'>Don't you dream of lavish expressions of undying love and wish your special someone would desire you to the point of adoration? I do, sometimes.  It's because I get caught up in moments that I am in awe of the fortune bestowed upon me that I have this person who loves me and that I've found him early (enough) in life.  And I tell him countless times that I'm happy we're together in words that </summary><link rel='related' href='http://music.yahoo.com/Madonna/Express-Yourself/lyrics/681380#lyricstop' title='Don&apos;t go for second best,  baby'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/5023953783863983970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=5023953783863983970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5023953783863983970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5023953783863983970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-go-for-second-best-baby.html' title='Don&apos;t go for second best,  baby'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-1898163175035081486</id><published>2007-08-02T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T03:39:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love love me, shock shock me</title><summary type='text'>Cheese curls from a non-issue guy.  Talaga namang pag gutom ka, kahit junk food papatusin mo for lunch.********"Hey! Di ka naman nagsabi agad na papunta ka na,"  I said, surprised, as my hands search for the voucher he was supposed to sign around my desk."No problem.  I just got back from the gym," he shrugs as he takes off his bluetooth headset and sits in front of my workstation."Aba...</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.lyricstop.com/albums/mika/lovetoday.html' title='love love me, shock shock me'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1898163175035081486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=1898163175035081486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1898163175035081486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1898163175035081486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-love-me-shock-shock-me.html' title='love love me, shock shock me'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-8116052079604378827</id><published>2007-06-13T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:06:36.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blame us because we are who we are/hate us because you'll never get that far...</title><summary type='text'>Ang haba ng sagot ko kay titopao so entry na lang siya uilt :) somehow, Better Than Ezra's At The Stars (lyrics above) could be one's last laugh to eternity while those who are left wandering (and wondering) on earth never tire of pointing fingers ;)**********True, true. thanks for the link :)I do believe, however, that De Mello's radical perspective poses a challenge for those who may achieve </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/b/betterthanezra500/atthestars22353.html' title='blame us because we are who we are/hate us because you&apos;ll never get that far...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/8116052079604378827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=8116052079604378827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8116052079604378827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/8116052079604378827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/06/blame-us-because-we-are-who-we-arehate.html' title='blame us because we are who we are/hate us because you&apos;ll never get that far...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-4523874902769609428</id><published>2007-06-13T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T03:30:13.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come on and shine!</title><summary type='text'>I was cleaning my pc of files to discard and chanced upon this prayer I used for Hangad practice. I guess I'd better post it here so I won't lose it if my system breaks down...I’ve recently been reading Anthony De Mello’s compilation of “story meditations” entitled Taking Flight.  The appeal of this book to me is a cross between “Laughter, The Best Medicine” and a short Richard Bach novel.  Let </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/collectivesoul/shine.html' title='come on and shine!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/4523874902769609428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=4523874902769609428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4523874902769609428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4523874902769609428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/06/come-on-and-shine.html' title='come on and shine!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-4753935537651343710</id><published>2007-05-30T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:14:51.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a reason why people don't stay where they are</title><summary type='text'>Your last answer, if I remember right, was that you would think about it again first.And I told you not to say anything conclusive until you see me again.Face to face.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/s/sometimeslovejustaintenough.shtml' title='there&apos;s a reason why people don&apos;t stay where they are'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/4753935537651343710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=4753935537651343710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4753935537651343710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/4753935537651343710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/05/theres-reason-why-people-dont-stay.html' title='there&apos;s a reason why people don&apos;t stay where they are'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-866653354797344455</id><published>2007-05-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:58:48.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forget what we're told, before we get too old</title><summary type='text'>Hmph.  To think Snow Patrol used to be this bunch of kids who pretended to be members of Belle and Sebastian just to get in a concert.  They're bigger than Belle and Sebastian now, at least here in this country that eats heartbreaking songs for breakfast, lunch and dinner.I once told a friend that we'd all be great together if we were in utopia; sadly, we live in a mamamaterial world...excuse me.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/snowpatrol/chasingcars.html' title='forget what we&apos;re told, before we get too old'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/866653354797344455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=866653354797344455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/866653354797344455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/866653354797344455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/05/forget-what-were-told-before-we-get-too.html' title='forget what we&apos;re told, before we get too old'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-1707021907851686938</id><published>2007-05-23T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:59:23.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selling the drama</title><summary type='text'>For those who know the shows, enjoy! For those who don't, kunyari na lang nakakatawa, ha? =)You know you and your family's been watching too many telenovelas when:Your mom asks if your brother is bipolar like Jodi's character in Walang Kapalit because he is depressed but he's a comedian.Your dad suddenly shouts expletives when the Arthro ad comes on because it's spoiling the drama of Maging Sino </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/live/sellingthedrama.html' title='selling the drama'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1707021907851686938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=1707021907851686938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1707021907851686938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1707021907851686938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/05/selling-drama.html' title='selling the drama'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-1857419051409708042</id><published>2007-04-21T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T18:14:11.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You must have nothing more with your mind to do/There's a war in Russia and Sarejevo, too...</title><summary type='text'>"The pieces fall it’s like a last day paradeAnd the fires in our streets start to rage,so wave, to the people that long to wave back,from the fabric of a flag that sang 'love all of the time' "--- "War All The Time", title track from Thursday's 2003 released album  It happens everywhere -- though not as sensational as this one, but I guess the only thing I could post about the Virginia Tech mass </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Free-To-Decide-lyrics-Cranberries/E967E4B39D16267A48256C530011307D' title='You must have nothing more with your mind to do/There&apos;s a war in Russia and Sarejevo, too...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/1857419051409708042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=1857419051409708042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1857419051409708042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/1857419051409708042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-must-have-nothing-more-with-your.html' title='You must have nothing more with your mind to do/There&apos;s a war in Russia and Sarejevo, too...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-3487990233836686470</id><published>2007-04-13T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T01:18:52.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"sleep, sleep, sleep," says the hundredth sheep</title><summary type='text'>A friend sent this to me a long time ago.  Sabi niya: "olats si Neruda!"The last part rocks. Insomnia is killing me -- or is it the terrible missing? Variation on the Word SleepMargaret Atwood I would like to watch you sleeping.I would like to watch you,sleeping. I would like to sleepwith you, to enteryour sleep as its smooth dark waveslides over my headand walk with you through that </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=138141' title='&quot;sleep, sleep, sleep,&quot; says the hundredth sheep'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/3487990233836686470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=3487990233836686470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3487990233836686470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/3487990233836686470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/04/sleep-sleep-sleep-says-hundredth-sheep.html' title='&quot;sleep, sleep, sleep,&quot; says the hundredth sheep'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-7170900963391564601</id><published>2007-04-09T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T02:43:35.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear marcus, you rock my world...</title><summary type='text'>OK, so this is my first blog entry in eons, but just to let you know this entry will only be for my own personal therapy -- in the spirit of Easter, I feel I need a bit of self-renewal and perhaps writing letters to those I barely get in touch with will cast a few demons off my system.Just read if you've got nothing better to do.  I'm not sure if I'll have the same number of boys in Alanis' song </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.alanismorissette.com/music/supposedformerinfatuationjunkie.html#13' title='dear marcus, you rock my world...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/7170900963391564601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=7170900963391564601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/7170900963391564601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/7170900963391564601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-marcus-you-rock-my-world.html' title='dear marcus, you rock my world...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-5017283634172804024</id><published>2006-12-16T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T04:07:35.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biting off more than you can chew</title><summary type='text'>On learning: ...learning is of two kinds, one kind being the things we learned and knew, and the other being the training that taught us how to find out what we did not know... -- "The Richest Man In Babylon"I particularly was struck by this excerpt, quite timely now that I'm busy with choir stuff (thanks, p).  I realized that I was relying on the first type of learning all the time and ignoring </summary><link rel='related' href='http://digilander.libero.it/youlearn/english/jlp_testi_ing.htm#Learn' title='biting off more than you can chew'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/5017283634172804024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=5017283634172804024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5017283634172804024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/5017283634172804024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/12/biting-off-more-than-you-can-chew.html' title='biting off more than you can chew'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-116180355232026234</id><published>2006-10-26T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:51.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your temperemental moody side, the one you always try to hide from me....</title><summary type='text'>Couldn't sleep due to a fear that maybe a tiny mouse is lurking in some dark corner in my room and my internet connection finally decided to let me view the websites I wanted to see.  I was excited to logon to hangad online's newly updated site -- though not all features are fully functional yet.  still, it looks good to me.  check it out! (shameless plug.)I also finally got to see my friend's </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.lyricalcontent.com/25013.html' title='your temperemental moody side, the one you always try to hide from me....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/116180355232026234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=116180355232026234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/116180355232026234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/116180355232026234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/10/your-temperemental-moody-side-one-you.html' title='your temperemental moody side, the one you always try to hide from me....'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-115644312182744459</id><published>2006-08-25T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:51.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how can i hold the part of me that only you can carry?</title><summary type='text'>I haven't written anything of substance lately, so I'm going to resist the urge to do my evening rituals just so I could squeeze in a few thoughts and updates before I get too lazy:Just this in -- I was saddened by this update; not that I have a personal affinity for oddball astronomical objects (though I have a soft spot for oddballs)...just goes to show that there are some things one holds on </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.poemhunter.com/lyrics/songs/lyric.asp?artist=2641&amp;song=15422' title='how can i hold the part of me that only you can carry?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115644312182744459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=115644312182744459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/115644312182744459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/115644312182744459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-can-i-hold-part-of-me-that-only.html' title='how can i hold the part of me that only you can carry?'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-115522887586199763</id><published>2006-08-11T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:51.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so i'm back...from outer space...</title><summary type='text'>Finally, after 2 gruelling months, I've managed to show myself online again!  My PC has been resurrected from the dead (he is risen!) and I'm still enjoying the internet before I start the tedious process of reinstalling my accessories/hardware...Pero inaantok na naman ako.  SYET!hehe. procrastination at its finest!bukas na lang ulit.P.S.thanks sa mga bumati. and keep on praying for our friends </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.lyricsdomain.com/7/gloria_gaynor/i_will_survive.html' title='and so i&apos;m back...from outer space...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115522887586199763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=115522887586199763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/115522887586199763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/115522887586199763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-so-im-backfrom-outer-space.html' title='and so i&apos;m back...from outer space...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-114910122647158587</id><published>2006-06-01T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:51.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and yet i'm still afraid to let it flow...</title><summary type='text'>I've been quite retentive lately (not anal but more, uh, "urethral"). Apart from an infection i got due to my serious non-water drinking (i could pass the entire day away without a drop of water to drink) which caused my body to stop my pee midstream because it was excruciatingly painful (ok tama na ang oversharing), I have also stopped myself from blogging for some time even if I had tons to </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.visionflow.net/expression/lyrics/cantfightthisfeeling.html' title='and yet i&apos;m still afraid to let it flow...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114910122647158587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=114910122647158587' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/114910122647158587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/114910122647158587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-yet-im-still-afraid-to-let-it-flow.html' title='and yet i&apos;m still afraid to let it flow...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-114814419318078472</id><published>2006-05-21T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:51.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i couldn't find the words to say how we are so MFEO!</title><summary type='text'>which is why you should just check out the website on the title. *drool*this one is ok, too...and it comes in purple! or this one, which looks more professional-like than the previous one, which looks too sporty for a non-athlete like me!but i could settle for this cute one, too, if the ones above are waaay too expensive for me. ok na rin naman kahit walang expandable memory -- i've got a digicam</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.sonyericsson.com/spg.jsp?cc=us&amp;lc=en&amp;ver=4000&amp;template=pp1_loader&amp;php=PHP1_10415&amp;zone=pp&amp;lm=pp1&amp;pid=10415' title='i couldn&apos;t find the words to say how we are so MFEO!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114814419318078472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=114814419318078472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/114814419318078472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/114814419318078472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-couldnt-find-words-to-say-how-we-are.html' title='i couldn&apos;t find the words to say how we are so MFEO!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-114805540092301565</id><published>2006-05-19T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:51.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang mga kaibigan ko, drowing.</title><summary type='text'>drawing uploaded from www.naturalchild.comhaay. buti na lang may mga natuloy akong lakad dahil sa ilang mga kaladkaring napulot ko...sa lahat ng barkada ko kasi, mas nauudlot yung mga planadong labas kaysa sa biglaan.  e ang kaso mahirap biglain kung ang lakad may kasamang bus and boat ride to the beach! at dahil sa katipiran, hindi rin naman sulit kung 2 or 3 lang kayo pupunta so syempre </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.naturalchild.com/gallery/' title='ang mga kaibigan ko, drowing.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114805540092301565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=114805540092301565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/114805540092301565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/114805540092301565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/05/ang-mga-kaibigan-ko-drowing.html' title='ang mga kaibigan ko, drowing.'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-114529337182697998</id><published>2006-04-17T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:51.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not like I faint every time we touch...</title><summary type='text'>you're humming to yourself, aren't you?  vanilla skies...white picket fences in your eyes...*** segue muna ako sa walang kinalaman...we were singing for the Good Friday mass and we were tasked to do the "Crowd" role in the Passion Gospel kasi kulang sa missalette at hindi nalagay sa powerpoint guide for the congregation. A resourceful choirmate copied the lines on his cellphone via text so we </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.tophitsonline.com/lyrics.php?songid=6263' title='not like I faint every time we touch...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114529337182697998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=114529337182697998' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/114529337182697998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/114529337182697998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/04/not-like-i-faint-every-time-we-touch.html' title='not like I faint every time we touch...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-114512446390400203</id><published>2006-04-16T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:51.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quid est veritas?</title><summary type='text'>Happy Easter to you all!The quote above is a Vulgate ("street") Latin translation of Pontius Pilate's question to Jesus: "What is truth?". I thought about a lot of "truths" during the Holy Week, especially at the Paschal Triduum:    Palm Sunday - went to a recollection and mostly prayed using the Ignatian method known as contemplation, or imagining a scene from Scripture and putting oneself as </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.thepassionofthechrist.com' title='quid est veritas?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114512446390400203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=114512446390400203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/114512446390400203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/114512446390400203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/04/quid-est-veritas.html' title='quid est veritas?'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-114384923026445745</id><published>2006-04-01T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:51.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sige, patulan ang tag...</title><summary type='text'>got this from Ria.    4 jobs I've had in my life: a. Personal Banking Officer - current b. Recruitment Assistant c. HR Systems Assistant d. Children's choir teacher (this is not the PYC, btw.  I handled kids from 8-12 yrs old -- got paid, too.  Awa ng Diyos a lot of them are now in the PYC and I feel sooooo old!!!!)  4 films I can watch over and over: a. Forget Paris b. Mga Kwento ni Lola Basyang</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114384923026445745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=114384923026445745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/114384923026445745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/114384923026445745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/04/sige-patulan-ang-tag.html' title='sige, patulan ang tag...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-114382515398281494</id><published>2006-04-01T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:51.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and when i'm feeling blue, and i want you...</title><summary type='text'>In the midst of meeting my month target, an office crisis and freak clients gravitating towards my desk every other hour this week, I found myself giggling like a high school freshman talking to a boy over the phone for the first time.magaling ka kung na-click mo ito.Perhaps it was because it reminded me of how I used to crush on the quiet ones. Ah, ewan. Basta alam ko wala itong kinalaman </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.moblyrics.com/song/6329-BrentonWood-GimmeLittleSign.htm' title='and when i&apos;m feeling blue, and i want you...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114382515398281494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=114382515398281494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/114382515398281494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/114382515398281494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-when-im-feeling-blue-and-i-want.html' title='and when i&apos;m feeling blue, and i want you...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-113855514011818136</id><published>2006-01-30T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:51.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>click here to play a game and win a prize!</title><summary type='text'>nope, that's not a virus. but the game's fun... for a few minutes. next!by the way, it's about BIG TIME, the funniest movie i've ever watched since Shrek 2 (not counting the Roderick Paulate reruns on the boob tube). it's still showing at all SM Cinemas, so i do hope you get to catch it. thanks to jen-c who has advertised Big Time again on her blog. i watched it again with her, and i'm willing to</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.clickthecity.com/lootbox/bigtime/?var=promo' title='click here to play a game and win a prize!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/113855514011818136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=113855514011818136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/113855514011818136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/113855514011818136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/01/click-here-to-play-game-and-win-prize.html' title='click here to play a game and win a prize!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-113743104479715748</id><published>2006-01-17T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:51.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>every day's a new day</title><summary type='text'>They say January is more a marrying month in the Philippines than June...methinks it's a toss-up between December and January judging from the number of weddings I've sung for in the transition between '05 and '06 (this picture is not included in my sweeping generalisation of Filipino statistics; the wedding happened in November...). Suffice it to say that if it weren't for good ol'  salabat I 'd</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.webfitz.com/lyrics/Lyrics/1969/601969.html' title='every day&apos;s a new day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/113743104479715748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=113743104479715748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/113743104479715748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/113743104479715748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/01/every-days-new-day.html' title='every day&apos;s a new day'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-113726188035909927</id><published>2006-01-15T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:50.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i-spell yes, Y-E-S; i-spell no, N-O...</title><summary type='text'>...and out you go!sige na nga, patulan na ang tag.  terms per jowi are the ff:  1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of his/her perfect lover. 2. Need to mention the sex of the target. 3. Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged. 4. If tagged the 2nd time, theres no need to post again.so, here goes:2. (inuna ko na ito </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/113726188035909927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=113726188035909927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/113726188035909927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/113726188035909927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-spell-yes-y-e-s-i-spell-no-n-o.html' title='i-spell yes, Y-E-S; i-spell no, N-O...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-113680471786313134</id><published>2006-01-09T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:50.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and a rikitikitik and a blue black sheep!</title><summary type='text'>had to be "tagged" to update my blog...but before I shout "Monkey!" to those who know what Annabelle means, plugging muna.watch Big Time on Jan 25! click on my subject to get to the webpage.i assure you it's freaking hilarious for the pinoy pop public (i.e. pre-PS2 kids who didn't have cable or PCs then and whiled their time away with local TV, movies and street games)!bukas na lang ako magsasabi</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.arkeofilms.com/bigtime/' title='and a rikitikitik and a blue black sheep!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/113680471786313134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=113680471786313134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/113680471786313134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/113680471786313134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-rikitikitik-and-blue-black-sheep.html' title='and a rikitikitik and a blue black sheep!'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781.post-113587803293605975</id><published>2005-12-30T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:41:50.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always (posing with) the bridesmaid(s)...</title><summary type='text'>...but unfortunately never (with) the bride!  tama ba namang hindi pala kami nagpakuha ng pic with the bride on my digicam? :)best wishes, sheila! and long live our barkada! :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/feeds/113587803293605975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8774781&amp;postID=113587803293605975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/113587803293605975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8774781/posts/default/113587803293605975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-marks-this.blogspot.com/2005/12/always-posing-with-bridesmaids.html' title='always (posing with) the bridesmaid(s)...'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/80/2120885/2152041597984s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
