<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8774781</id><updated>2010-01-01T02:34:00.744+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?orderby=updated'/><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=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>tea_n_sympathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04910007775853004349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10959971485363985039'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>