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value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVryd-JOEo4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my dad could still sing this for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINDERELLA&lt;br /&gt;She spins and she sways&lt;br /&gt;To whatever song plays&lt;br /&gt;Without a care in the world&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sitting here wearing&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day&lt;br /&gt;And there's still work to do&lt;br /&gt;She's pulling at me&lt;br /&gt;Saying "Dad, I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a ball at the castle&lt;br /&gt;And I've been invited&lt;br /&gt;And I need to practice my dancing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please, Daddy, please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says he's a nice guy and I'd be impressed&lt;br /&gt;She wants to know if I approve of the dress&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Dad, the prom is just one week away&lt;br /&gt;And I need to practice my dancing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please, Daddy, please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she came home today with a ring on her hand&lt;br /&gt;Just glowing and telling us all they had planned&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Dad, the wedding's still six months away&lt;br /&gt;But I need to practice my dancing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please, Daddy, please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-5370723517360034059?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/5370723517360034059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WoZ2QGq0n4A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WoZ2QGq0n4A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-5790874787823878789?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/5790874787823878789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDbEB9T-iUA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDbEB9T-iUA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tips lang. hindi ung mga products. di ko pa keri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qm5aM14E1lc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qm5aM14E1lc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-3129302299545552328</id><published>2009-12-23T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:44:17.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Father's Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKmdIdQg3Ks&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKmdIdQg3Ks&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-7476195027127788558?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/7476195027127788558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=7476195027127788558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/7476195027127788558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/7476195027127788558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2009/12/single-baby.html' title='Single Baby!'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-3972318353262471331</id><published>2009-12-09T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:44:26.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Archuleta - A Thousand Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFAAzxAlhHc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFAAzxAlhHc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way he sang it. I can feel the love...^___~. Nice playing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-3972318353262471331?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/3972318353262471331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=3972318353262471331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/3972318353262471331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/3972318353262471331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2009/12/david-archuleta-thousand-miles.html' title='David Archuleta - A Thousand Miles'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-8454109833471709653</id><published>2009-12-06T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:47:43.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Needham - A Breath or two</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iqT5peVIrd4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iqT5peVIrd4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s terminal, this terminal I’m waiting in&lt;br /&gt;Could use a change of scene, it seems I’ve been repeating it&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another plane, another same thing&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday became tomorrow that’s the strange thing&lt;br /&gt;Another string, another strum, another rhyme, another hum&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe in&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe in and out again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of putting one foot in front of the other&lt;br /&gt;I’m weary of where it leads me to&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of moving on from my Father&lt;br /&gt;Make me rest my head, take a breath or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply stated simple minded love for You&lt;br /&gt;Has simply been completely complicated&lt;br /&gt;And I’m finding this daily drudgery is finally catching up to me&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for this abandon to make much of You and less of me&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe in&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe in and out again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O for a slower pace&lt;br /&gt;Moving at the speed of sound sounds like a race to me&lt;br /&gt;O to be at ease&lt;br /&gt;Moving at the speed of sound gets hard on the knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-8454109833471709653?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/8454109833471709653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=8454109833471709653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/8454109833471709653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/8454109833471709653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2009/12/jimmy-needham-breath-or-two.html' title='Jimmy Needham - A Breath or two'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-3181599924260179360</id><published>2009-12-06T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:44:26.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Tomlin - We Fall Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NWVrKOzxuQg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NWVrKOzxuQg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your grace is Enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIgGHA27nG4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIgGHA27nG4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-3181599924260179360?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/3181599924260179360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=3181599924260179360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/3181599924260179360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/3181599924260179360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2009/12/chris-tomlin-we-fall-down.html' title='Chris Tomlin - We Fall Down'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-3069837917061892094</id><published>2009-12-03T22:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:56:43.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefly-Jimmy Needham</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m52V4cKeNXU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m52V4cKeNXU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-3069837917061892094?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/3069837917061892094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=3069837917061892094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/3069837917061892094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/3069837917061892094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2009/12/firefly-jimmy-needham.html' title='Firefly-Jimmy Needham'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-3768129553960893690</id><published>2009-09-13T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:28:54.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything for you - Aiza Seguerra</title><content type='html'>i long for you&lt;br /&gt;for you're not here&lt;br /&gt;since you said we're through&lt;br /&gt;it seems like years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time keeps draggin' on and on&lt;br /&gt;&amp; forever's been n gone&lt;br /&gt;so i can figure what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id still do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;i'll play your game&lt;br /&gt;you hurt me thru and thru&lt;br /&gt;but u can have your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant pretend each time i see you&lt;br /&gt;that i dont care and i dont need you&lt;br /&gt;but you'll never see me crying&lt;br /&gt;you know inside i feel like dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and id do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;inspite of it all&lt;br /&gt;ive learned so much from you&lt;br /&gt;you made me strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ever think that i dnt love u&lt;br /&gt;4 1 min i 4got u&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things will work out ryt&lt;br /&gt;we juz hav 2 say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope u find sumone to please you&lt;br /&gt;sumone who'll care and never leave you&lt;br /&gt;but if that sumone ever hurts you&lt;br /&gt;you just might need a friend to turn to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and id do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you up&lt;br /&gt;if thats what i should do&lt;br /&gt;to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;i cant pretend each time i see u&lt;br /&gt;that i dont care and i dont need you&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things will work out right&lt;br /&gt;we just have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you find sumeone to please you&lt;br /&gt;sumone who'll care and never leave you&lt;br /&gt;but if that sumone ever hurts you&lt;br /&gt;you just might need a friend to turn to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and id do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;i will do anything for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* this is such a lovely song. I'm thinking of buying her CD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-3768129553960893690?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/3768129553960893690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=3768129553960893690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/3768129553960893690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/3768129553960893690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2009/09/anything-for-you-aiza-seguerra.html' title='Anything for you - Aiza Seguerra'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-4638757782355365687</id><published>2008-11-20T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:39:02.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>man that cannot be moved...</title><content type='html'>"Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time i heard this song is when I'm trying to get to rest from a long trip from San Fernando to Manila. They flipped the channels until we encountered MTV channel. They -always- play this song everyday and it took me weeks to understand between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was true love he felt. He was left but stayed on the same &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/SSZlPp_7BEI/AAAAAAAAACU/tFcoC3zNJeA/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/SSZlPp_7BEI/AAAAAAAAACU/tFcoC3zNJeA/s200/hope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271011733530149954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'corner of the street' where -they- met hoping to have her love back again. He's not forcing the girl to come to her again. He only said he'll stay waiting for her. Waiting. How many of us really wait, patiently? A patient man holds only ONE thing:HOPE. Hope is the only thing left when EVERYTHING HAS ALREADY GONE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-4638757782355365687?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/4638757782355365687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=4638757782355365687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/4638757782355365687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/4638757782355365687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2008/11/man-that-cannot-be-moved.html' title='man that cannot be moved...'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/SSZlPp_7BEI/AAAAAAAAACU/tFcoC3zNJeA/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-5251370111122626998</id><published>2008-08-07T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:37:40.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nakakamiss....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/SJqiTgm0frI/AAAAAAAAABk/CTP833Qvj4g/s1600-h/PICT0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/SJqiTgm0frI/AAAAAAAAABk/CTP833Qvj4g/s200/PICT0109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231672373198225074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang buwan na rin pala ang nagdaan nung nagka-camp pa lang kami. Hay...[sigh]. Nakakamiss. 2007 nung maki-join kami sa isang Youth camp sa Burgos, Ilocos Sur [tama ba ung location ko?]... Basta! Super Ganda ng experience namin doon. At super cool din ung mga tao. Wala naman silang kapangyarihang palamigin ang isang kaaway. Nasabi ko lang cool dahil wala na akong masabi pero feel ko kelangan meron akong masabi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Stop reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Sabing stop reading eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Ang kulit! Tignan mo muna yung picture on the left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        O,tapos na? Tignan mo ng mabuti. Masdan mo ng mabuti. Observe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Di ba ang cute ko? tsaka medyo pumayat na ako dyan... walang kokontra. Blog 'ko to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Gusto ko lang i-clarify na wala po kaming "very intimate na relationship" ng taong katabi ko. Naki-join lang yan, 'lam mo na. Umeepal. Eksena. JOh-OwK!Baka sabihin niya tinatakwil ko siya... Nakakabata yan sa akin. Nakasama ko siya sa naturang camp na nabanggit ko. Siya si J.C.[initials lamang po ang inilagay ko dahil isa po akong nursing student at kelangan kong respetuhin ang confidentiality ng pasyente, este ng taong ito].Ang tahimik niya pero pelo. Hindi masyadong nagsasalita pero maiinis ka na lang. Ewan ko rin kung pano nagkaganon. Alamin mo na lang. Nagkita kami ulit nung naki-simba siya sa amin at ju-moyn sa Youth Group sa church. Nagkamustahan. Ako lang ata ang nangamusta eh. Kasi nga tahimik siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Naaalala ko kasi sa kanya yung mga nangyari doon. Masaya. Malungkot. Exciting. Fabulous. It's summer time!hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Haaayyy.... Nakakamiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-5251370111122626998?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/5251370111122626998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=5251370111122626998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/5251370111122626998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/5251370111122626998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2008/08/nakakamiss.html' title='nakakamiss....'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/SJqiTgm0frI/AAAAAAAAABk/CTP833Qvj4g/s72-c/PICT0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-7715155543291047943</id><published>2008-05-29T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:37:41.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling ko lang...</title><content type='html'>Heto na naman si Zeena. Nagmumunimuni. Kung bakit ba naman sa mga ganitong pagkakataon, ganito lagi ang na-fifeel ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sa mga panahon na ayaw kong makita ang isang tao ay siya rin namang mga pagkakataong gusto mo siyang makita. Ang gulo ko! Yung tipong ayaw mong makita at kung bigla mo siyang nakita... kumukulo ang tiyan ko at eventually [Wow, english!] nanghihina ako. Bakit kaya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-7715155543291047943?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/7715155543291047943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=7715155543291047943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/7715155543291047943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/7715155543291047943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2008/05/feeling-ko-lang.html' title='Feeling ko lang...'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-2842729499843028871</id><published>2008-04-29T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T02:25:37.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward...</title><content type='html'>This year's summer is a BAM! Grades hardly make me sleep. Exhausted? I've got much of that. Frustrated. What I'm praying for. In times like this, you need a powerful tool. And I couldn't think of anything else but prayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this depressants of a student life will just leave you detrimental. Fixing your eyes with these things destroys me more. So better yet, I've decided to focus more on the brighter side. Looking forward. Looking forward on the Capping. Looking forward on Sundays and Wednesdays[youth gatherings]. Looking forward on the YOUTH CONVERGENCE 2008!!! YAHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Let's fix our eyes more on Jesus and all the sores of seeing the things of these world relieve us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Went out swimming last Sunday. Mom's birthday. Roadtrip! KFC! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week: E X A M!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-2842729499843028871?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/2842729499843028871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=2842729499843028871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/2842729499843028871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/2842729499843028871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2008/04/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward...'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-5880840705457324272</id><published>2008-04-19T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T02:34:14.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last One Standing True (LOST)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/SAm78Hkdn8I/AAAAAAAAABc/hWqSpSuBPk4/s1600-h/alone_full.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/SAm78Hkdn8I/AAAAAAAAABc/hWqSpSuBPk4/s200/alone_full.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190886687019737026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          hayy.... friends really come and go. It was like yesterday when I'm with my friend who happened to call me "bezfreyn". But as days passed, her voice seemed to fade away. As if somebody had stolen the radio and the song i'm singing slowly fades away... She's with another company. That's fine with me.  I'm just back from my old routine. Alone. I want to be available to anybody as much as a i can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Yesterday, April 18, i was really excited to greet a friend a happy birthday. He's been really a good friend to me since my last year in highschool. He's one of those guys whom i've felt i'm special. and I miss him so much. Thinking he might have been forgotten an old friend, i did not expect any reply from him. Busy. Months ago, he told me he had a  gf. Busy. With her. Maybe. Somehow i'm expecting he'll ask me how i am now. A thank you message and that's all. A forgotten friend once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         L.O.S.T. that's Jesus... not because i have no choice. but because He;s the only BEST choice among all. a faithful friend till the end and will ever be... when all your friends are gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-5880840705457324272?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/5880840705457324272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=5880840705457324272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/5880840705457324272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/5880840705457324272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-one-standing-true-lost.html' title='Last One Standing True (LOST)'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/SAm78Hkdn8I/AAAAAAAAABc/hWqSpSuBPk4/s72-c/alone_full.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-7812256112864281212</id><published>2008-04-03T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:19:06.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP SECRET:A Promise to Keep</title><content type='html'>People have secrets. People make promises. Promises to keep the secret loked on the chmber of human mind. I have secrets. They have secrets. I have once entrusted with one. I made a promise. It was confidential. And once in my life, I have told mine. I entrusted them mine. They make a promise, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But then, they have spilled my precious confidentiality to untrustworthy folks. They laughed at it. They just don't how. No, they really don't know at all. For them, it was a pretty hidden talk. Out of silent rage, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It was her that I realized how &lt;strong&gt;TRUST&lt;/strong&gt; is in demand. How precious little secrets could be. It was a mark of one's privacy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I cried not because of the escape of the cat. But because the person I thought could keep the promise have broken it. Man breaks promise. Suddenly I realized, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I have broken are, too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-7812256112864281212?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/7812256112864281212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=7812256112864281212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/7812256112864281212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/7812256112864281212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2008/04/top-secreta-promise-to-keep.html' title='TOP SECRET:A Promise to Keep'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-470925849550492305</id><published>2008-01-31T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T01:55:58.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's love....</title><content type='html'>I got a  message from "him". Here it goes, "ikaw nlang ang magmahal skin kahit frend lang ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a friend, I wanted to help somehow. So I made this simple composition for him and for anyone who's looking for love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        "You spend your life for pleasure. You spend your time in what they call “good times”. Your friends are with you in your happy moments. I was there too. But you never introduced me to them. In fact, you never noticed me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You were with somebody you think could keep your heart safe forever. And promised to never leave you, even hurt you. You kept on thinking about that person. I kept on thinking of you, too, day and night. But you never thought of me, not once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You had all the things you’ve wanted. You spend all the cold cash to things that will soon fade its purpose. You think you had everything. You give gifts to your friends, but I never received everything. Instead, I gave to you a gift, but refuse to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You think all these things would make you happy or even escape the cruel treatment of this world? But after the party was over, you came to realize, you were left with despair and sorrow, boredom, emptiness, hunger, regrets, and bitter experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I wiped your tears when you cried,&lt;br /&gt; "I gave you something that you needed the most,&lt;br /&gt; "I have mended your broken heart when that somebody you thought had loved you had suddenly dropped you fragile heart on the hard floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       "You questioned my love for you. Have you forgotten? You were then imprisoned by Sin. You were sentenced by death. But I pleaded to the Judge to take My blood instead. I did nothing but to show My love for you. I sacrificed My whole life for you. But what did I receive? Insults, blasphemies, piercing words… but nevertheless, I gave up My life to save yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       "And I guess, you still didn’t recognize Me… at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jesus is always there loving us. We just don't know, or we just refuse to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-470925849550492305?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/470925849550492305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=470925849550492305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/470925849550492305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/470925849550492305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2008/01/someones-love.html' title='Someone&apos;s love....'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-3604308286738852472</id><published>2008-01-13T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:33:21.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Who??</title><content type='html'>http://www.knowyourcrush.com/findcrush/715242 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-3604308286738852472?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/3604308286738852472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=3604308286738852472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/3604308286738852472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/3604308286738852472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2008/01/who.html' title='the Who??'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-3922512771698085944</id><published>2008-01-13T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:09:52.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha! He remembered me??!</title><content type='html'>aba!He remembered after a long time... yan ang matatawag na miracle... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blimey, he left a message in my YM. Care for a chat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time is too unpredictable since now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate remembering him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i miss him... somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-3922512771698085944?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/3922512771698085944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=3922512771698085944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/3922512771698085944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/3922512771698085944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2008/01/ha-he-remembered-me.html' title='Ha! He remembered me??!'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-289709866044853655</id><published>2008-01-05T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T02:27:59.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay grabe!!</title><content type='html'>what am i acting???? aba, new uploaded picture! who is she? I'm acting stupid again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-289709866044853655?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/289709866044853655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=289709866044853655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/289709866044853655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/289709866044853655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2008/01/hay-grabe.html' title='hay grabe!!'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-6406044923261360632</id><published>2007-12-18T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:23:41.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home - Brian McKnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/YIGZfk3mDk/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/YIGZfk3mDk/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thinking back when we first met&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you said&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd never leave me&lt;br /&gt;I let go of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Built my castle in the sand&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm reachin' out again&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not letting go&lt;br /&gt;Till you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me&lt;br /&gt;Mold me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so all alone&lt;br /&gt;See, I gotta find me way back home&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Shape me&lt;br /&gt;make me&lt;br /&gt;Wah me whiter than the snow&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find my way &lt;br /&gt;Back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master upon my knees i pray&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be the clay&lt;br /&gt;Put your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;Place my life in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I know I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;I know you understand&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm not letting go&lt;br /&gt;Till you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoint me&lt;br /&gt;Appoint me&lt;br /&gt;Somstimes I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;See, I gotta find my way back home&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Chastise me&lt;br /&gt;Baptize me&lt;br /&gt;Wash me whiter than the snow&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm lost and alone&lt;br /&gt;I've been wandering&lt;br /&gt;Long enough to know&lt;br /&gt;Humbly I search for you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna rest&lt;br /&gt;Till you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose me&lt;br /&gt;Use me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Direct me&lt;br /&gt;Bless me&lt;br /&gt;Wash me whiter then the snow&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;Back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-6406044923261360632?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/6406044923261360632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=6406044923261360632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/6406044923261360632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/6406044923261360632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-brian-mcknight.html' title='Home - Brian McKnight'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-6101545931172721928</id><published>2007-12-11T23:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:58:53.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail Blazer's Night</title><content type='html'>12.07.2007&lt;br /&gt;      I know I decided not to go to Baguio. Kaya lang, kinonsensya ako ni Kuya Francis. He'll be paying for my registration. Hay naku ewan! Di ako makadecide. Pero since sa kanya ang bayad, Why not! Sayang ang opportunity. Nanjan na eh... Luckily, pumayag si mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.08.2007&lt;br /&gt;       Umaayon talaga ang pagkakataon sa akin. Ewan ko lang. It turns out na God really want me to go there. Our last 3 classes was cancelled. Tinatamad na yung mga teachers na magturo so it means... Gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3:45pm Lumuwas na kami: Jr [of course], James [hndi dw ppnta], K. Francis, Joan, Cristy, Reymark, and of course our ever patient driver, Kuya Jonathan Pascua.&lt;br /&gt;   6:00pm Welcome Baguio! Kain muna, nagrereklamo na yung mga tiyan namin...&lt;br /&gt;   6:30pm sa boarding house ni Kuya Frances [mg-oojt na kc xa]&lt;br /&gt;   7:10pm APTS! so beautiful. parang subdivision sa ibang country. Ang LAMIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -------ANG PAGKIKITA---------&lt;br /&gt;     We enter the hall ng hindi pa nagreregister. Ang kapal! tapos pinalabas kami. Ang paglabas namin, BOOM! Wala pong sumabog. Nakasalubong namin sila. OH MY GOLLIE! Kumapit ako ng sobra kay Reymark. I feel like an idiot that time... GRrrr &gt;:[. but i suddenly realized, he's not the reason why i came there.... so i went inside holding some paper bag [pandesal or pansit sa Midtown], brave and cool like nothing happens... We shook hands. That's how we meet again. Like nothing happens... Play it cool. And to my surprise [exaggerated], all of his friends KNOW me! Dedma. So what? Sikat ako eh... Yabang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --------THE PROPHECY----------&lt;br /&gt;    God is so great! He planned it all! From deciding to actually being there. He has a purpose. One paster prayed for me and prophesied for me. I can't hardly believe what my ears was telling me. It's too much to contain! I tell you [who ever is reading this] when God tells you this things i've heard, you'll tremble with fear, gratitude, mercy and with such honor. Keep listening to God's voice. He has something  really GREAT to ALL of you IF you'll only LISTEN and OBEY.... Everybody jump around in the house of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless to all and may your days will be as abundant as Christmas!^_____~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-6101545931172721928?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/6101545931172721928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=6101545931172721928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/6101545931172721928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/6101545931172721928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/12/trail-blazers-night_11.html' title='Trail Blazer&apos;s Night'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-2818791462852539137</id><published>2007-12-11T23:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:33:45.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/7ydDLRRC2E/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/7ydDLRRC2E/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;How could someone like you, love someone like me&lt;br /&gt;Full of mistakes and insecurity,&lt;br /&gt;When you look in my heart, tell me what do you see, that makes you&lt;br /&gt;love me so?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the nails that pierced in your side?Or the moment you dropped your&lt;br /&gt;head and you died,&lt;br /&gt;For a sinner like me, you gave up your life;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I, surrender&lt;br /&gt;And I give you, all i have&lt;br /&gt;It's not much but I hear you, calling&lt;br /&gt;So hear I am&lt;br /&gt;Standing in Your Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Small talk By Kirk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:Lord I, surrender, I give you&lt;br /&gt;Solo:All i have&lt;br /&gt;All:It's not much but I hear you&lt;br /&gt;Solo:Calling&lt;br /&gt;All:Calling&lt;br /&gt;Solo:So here I am&lt;br /&gt;All:Standing in your Grace...Grace...&lt;br /&gt;Solo:So here I am , Standing in your Grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-2818791462852539137?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/2818791462852539137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=2818791462852539137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/2818791462852539137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/2818791462852539137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-your-grace.html' title='In Your Grace'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-2272189442035758114</id><published>2007-12-11T22:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:55:20.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up and Pay Attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/6B0NVj_WQc/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/6B0NVj_WQc/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Valeria Andrews]&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be somebody&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna go somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You better wake up and pay attention&lt;br /&gt;Hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you've got the answers&lt;br /&gt;To all that lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my mind I thought the same one time&lt;br /&gt;And I hear you spouting much talk&lt;br /&gt;'Bout how you ain't being lead&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no one telling you what to do&lt;br /&gt;But attitude will catch up with you&lt;br /&gt;And keep you from your destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be somebody&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna go somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You better wake up and pay attention&lt;br /&gt;When the time is now or never&lt;br /&gt;To make your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;You gotta wake up and pay attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ryan Toby]&lt;br /&gt;I ain't buyin' no more lyin'&lt;br /&gt;'Cause truth don't cost a thing&lt;br /&gt;Denyin' what's inside's too much to pay&lt;br /&gt;It's 'bout sweatin' without stressin'&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no other way&lt;br /&gt;You know you can't get much without much givin'&lt;br /&gt;Oh, expect from yourself and you'll respect yourself&lt;br /&gt;You control your destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS X 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to wake up, everybody&lt;br /&gt;Time to wake up, children&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, everybody&lt;br /&gt;(ooh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be somebody (wake up)&lt;br /&gt;Go somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and pay attention&lt;br /&gt;When the time is now or never&lt;br /&gt;To make your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;You gotta wake up and pay attention&lt;br /&gt;[fades out]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-2272189442035758114?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/2272189442035758114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=2272189442035758114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/2272189442035758114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/2272189442035758114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/12/wake-up-and-pay-attention.html' title='Wake up and Pay Attention'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-5905806772353530579</id><published>2007-12-03T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:43:23.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Getting Over with Christmas</title><content type='html'>To most of us, Christmas is the busiest time of the year. Everyone is busy preparing for the most awaited season. Houses are filled with decors, lanterns and Christmas trees; musical lights are turned on; even the street children change their “palimos po” into “Merry Christmas”. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Christmas had brought a great impact to the world as well as touches ordinary people. Sadly, many people are more preoccupied with the star of Bethlehem rather than the Bethlehem-born whom the star was leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is the reason why despite our efforts to really enjoy the season, we often end up tired, bored and worried. More so when the celebration is over. Many of us often end the celebration by counting the expenses we incurred during the season, and worse, thinking of how to pay them off. When things are all over, there is always the feeling of letdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But not so with the shepherds that heard the Good News about Christ’s birth in Luke 2:17-20. After seeing the child, they went back praising and glorifying God for all that they had heard and seen. They kept on pondering in their hearts the things they have witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How come we don’t experience what the shepherds experienced? Why do we not glorify and praise God? Why are we not filled with joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The sad thing is the most of us celebrate Christmas without the celebrant. Our situation is similar to the story of the father who was to celebrate his 50th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; It was the father’s 50th birthday so his family thought of throwing him a surprise party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll cook your Daddy’s favorite dishes,” said the mother. &lt;br /&gt;“I’ll clean the house,” volunteered the eldest son.&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll take care of the decors,” followed the sister.&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll make a special card for Daddy,” enthused the youngest child. So each of them went to attend to their own chores.&lt;br /&gt; They were busy as bees when the father arrived from the office earlier than usual. But not one of them bothered to ask why. They were all too careful not to give him any hints. The man headed to the kitchen where his wife is busy cooking. He asked her for a glass of water but she didn’t want to be disturbed from work.&lt;br /&gt;She said to her husband, “Can you just get it yourself? The ref is very near you anyway.”&lt;br /&gt; The man went out of the kitchen with his glass of water and saw his eldest son cleaning the sala. &lt;br /&gt;“Son, can you look for my slippers?” he requested. But the son was quick to reply.&lt;br /&gt;“Let Jun do the searching, Dad. I can’t get myself out of this mess.”&lt;br /&gt; The father turned around and he saw his daughter. He asked,&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, were you able to make the phone calls I asked you to do? It’s very important that I get in touch with those people.” His daughter nodded her head,&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry Dad. I will do it but not now please.”&lt;br /&gt; As he made his way to his bedroom, he passed through the half-opened room of his youngest son Jun. he noticed that Jun quickly hid something inside when he saw him coming inside.&lt;br /&gt;“How are you doing, Jun,” he greeted his son. “Would you like to tell Daddy what you did during the day?” jun shrugged his shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, nothing much. I think I’ll go out to play with my friends.” Then he quickly ran out of the room. The father then proceeded to his own room&lt;br /&gt; Several hours later, it was time to pull out the surprise. The dinner is ready. The house is perfectly clean and decorated. Beside the cake stood a big colorful birthday card. Together, all four of them silently went to Daddy’s room. They knocked several times but nobody was answering so they opened the door themselves. “Surprise!” they all shouted together.&lt;br /&gt; But it was not a pleasant surprise for all of them. For there in the room lay the birthday celebrant dead and cold. Apparently, he was not really feeling well so he decided to go home and just to be with his family. Sadly, they were all too busy to take time.&lt;br /&gt; They found a note on top of the father’s desk that reads, “Even without anybody telling me, I know you are all busy preparing for my birthday. But my day would have been more special if all of you simply spent time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.04.2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        This is one of his comments: saturday at d... bagio..w8 kita..ok...misss you po... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Urgh! Stick it to my tongue! Too Cheezzyyy. Does he even know why we are going to Baguio. Can anybody please tell him. This is not the best time to "meet". Looking forward for the event, not when we meet??! Duh. Gladly, I'm still undecided...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-5905806772353530579?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/5905806772353530579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=5905806772353530579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/5905806772353530579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/5905806772353530579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/12/never-getting-over-with-christmas.html' title='Never Getting Over with Christmas'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-8394835593546461089</id><published>2007-12-01T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T01:35:50.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain of answered prayer</title><content type='html'>12.01.2007 - Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Just this Sunday, we had a Medical Mission in our church. Everybody was very thankful for the medical professionals who gave their time to us. And everything was free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARS - a story about a group of students taking up Nursing and overcoming their personal problems. Ella[Jennelyn Mercado], the unfortunate in the group, smitten the heart of Liam[Jon Avila], new member of their group; Noel, gay friend of the group, Eunice, a lonely fellow despite the riches she has, and Ate Marissa, a second courser who happen to have marriage problem. I like the movie. It somehow took my attention of what I really like at first. To earn "dollars". But then as I get weak on the paperwork assigned to us, the more I am encouraged to pursue this course. Not because for the determination to go abroad, but to fulfill the forgotten word: SERVICE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cheering competition ngayon sa plaza and I don't wanna go there. I'm tired. Thank God our Rizal-fanatic teacher dismissed us early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Waahhhhh!! Exam na naman next week! And the TRAIL BLAZERS NIGHT in Baguio convention center. And still undecided... But God knows I want to go. But still He has plans. I prayed earnestly to hear some answer. The more days pass, and that day is fast approaching, the answer started to fill my heart with sadness. Money - insufficient. Time - hectic. At isa pa, JR wasn't aloud to come too. And if mom found it too, I'm 100% sure she'll never allow me to go too... :-( &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     Selwyn Hughes was right. The more we yearn for an answer, the more the answer pierce this hoping heart. It feels like it going to steal that -only- hope. So right now, I'm going to change my prayer. "Dear God, help me accept the answer you are going to give... Help me, please..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     In conclusion, I might not see Philip [Emo? Yayks! Di nya bagay.Be real, men! I like guys who are honest about themselves. Not trying-to-be's]. I guess that would be a great answer to my prayer. And on what I said, I'm hoping he'll never will have a chance to find this blog. Speaking, no communications yet. Aba! Parang ginagantihan ata ako nito ah! Sige, maghintayan kami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eeeiiiii! My lil bro [Dan], is going to be th MC on Kuya Jovan's wedding. Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;*Today is Jez's bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      December is here but still no spirit of Christmas. I guess my ninong and ninang got sick and forgot it's Christmas. I hope they get well soon.^____~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-8394835593546461089?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/8394835593546461089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=8394835593546461089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/8394835593546461089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/8394835593546461089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/12/pain-of-answered-prayer.html' title='pain of answered prayer'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-2517709392310458228</id><published>2007-11-27T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:35:21.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dislike...</title><content type='html'>11.28.2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I'm starting to dislike him. Well, for a friend, he can be as funny as he can be. But guy who "likes" me? Ugh! Plastic bag please. Now that he's also coming on the Baguio convention center on Dec. 8 makes me wanna blow! I'm looking forward what's gonna happen on this event. Not on what's gonna happen if we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Looking at his new uploaded pix make me wanna dislike him. Sorry. I know I'm too rude but it's the truth. That's what I can say. And I guess the next would be surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's dad's 3rd death anniversary. And i'd better get moving on 'cause I still need to go to the market. &lt;em&gt;Gumatang-ak ti sida mi intun rabii&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (11.27.2007), an earthquake occured on I think it's between 12:20 to 12:25pm. My first experience so i kinda freaked out. A lil bit. Thinking that the whole house is swaying and moving... What an experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nagawa ko pang mag-gift shopping. For Jez's 18th bday. She's special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.25.2007&lt;br /&gt;           Tapos na me sa demo! yohoo! 87%!!! Chorva! Praise God for everything!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-2517709392310458228?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/2517709392310458228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=2517709392310458228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/2517709392310458228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/2517709392310458228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/11/dislike.html' title='dislike...'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-4332600075541321682</id><published>2007-11-24T00:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:49:08.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back into Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/9PgZrB3kd5/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/9PgZrB3kd5/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead,&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed,&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long,&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hugh Grant)&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away,&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday,&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time,&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;(Drew Barrymore)&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine,&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but i just don't see the signs,&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there,&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hugh Grant)&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light,&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night,&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end!&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh, Ooooooh, Ooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Middle-eight]&lt;br /&gt;(Drew Barrymore)&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love,&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love,&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again,&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-4332600075541321682?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/4332600075541321682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=4332600075541321682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/4332600075541321682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/4332600075541321682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/11/way-back-into-love.html' title='Way Back into Love'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-8808197815533195557</id><published>2007-11-20T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:54:26.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies or Flies?</title><content type='html'>11.21.2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Paperworks. Movie reviews.Paperworks. Research. I need a break. Browsing in the internet for miracles to happen (for my assignments), checking my email... 3 msgs. (raised eyebrows)then i clicked the first message. From him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Curiosity strikes and i opened it. Wow! New picture huh? &lt;em&gt;buti naman at di na anime...&lt;/em&gt; I zoomed the newly uploaded face... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;center&gt;O  H      M  Y     G  O  L  L  I  E  !&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Staring at his face started to make me uneasy. My stomach reacts then my brain responed, "Is this butterflies or flies?" I hope it's just flies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-8808197815533195557?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/8808197815533195557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=8808197815533195557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/8808197815533195557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/8808197815533195557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/11/butterflies-or-flies.html' title='Butterflies or Flies?'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-8087146138293079264</id><published>2007-11-11T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:49:18.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arithmetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/DfUiWp6RXR/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/DfUiWp6RXR/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've been staring at the sky tonight&lt;br /&gt;Marvelling and passing time&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to do with daylight&lt;br /&gt;Until I can make you mine&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I want, you are the one I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;It never stays the same for long&lt;br /&gt;But of all the things I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;You're the only certain one&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I want, you are the one I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been counting up all my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;One sorry for each star&lt;br /&gt;See I'd apologise my way to you &lt;br /&gt;If the heavens stretched that far&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I want, you are the one I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;I won't find what I am looking for&lt;br /&gt;If I only "see" by keeping score&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I know now you are so much more than arithmetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos if I add, if I subtract&lt;br /&gt;If I give it all, try to take some back&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten the freedom that comes from the fact&lt;br /&gt;That you are the sum&lt;br /&gt;So you are the one&lt;br /&gt;I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the years are showing on my face&lt;br /&gt;And my strongest days are gone&lt;br /&gt;When my heart and flesh depart this place&lt;br /&gt;From a life that sung your song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be the one I want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be the one I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be the one I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be the one I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-8087146138293079264?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/8087146138293079264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=8087146138293079264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/8087146138293079264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/8087146138293079264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/11/arithmetic.html' title='Arithmetic'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-1442413060985201874</id><published>2007-10-26T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T02:17:06.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pRaNiNg nA aNg leLAng m0!</title><content type='html'>Arghh!! I try to forget him and force myself to focus on other things, but still... Oh my goliie! He's haunting me! Seems like every direction I look reminds me of him. The billboard, where he's name is placed. In the TV, where he lives... and at home. Getting scold because i used the line to call him on his cp... not to mention, the sectional camp we went. The people and the place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for ate Jamay. She helped me. Alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-1442413060985201874?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/1442413060985201874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=1442413060985201874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/1442413060985201874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/1442413060985201874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/10/praning-na-ang-lelang-m0.html' title='pRaNiNg nA aNg leLAng m0!'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-4198765226586110708</id><published>2007-10-12T02:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T02:01:53.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nOne bUt Jesus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/LD0W1uKpBi/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/LD0W1uKpBi/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;nothing else could take His place in my heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-4198765226586110708?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/4198765226586110708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=4198765226586110708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/4198765226586110708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/4198765226586110708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/10/none-but-jesus.html' title='nOne bUt Jesus...'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-1035260693889929058</id><published>2007-10-12T01:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:22:33.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/1ZONp7dVV_/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/1ZONp7dVV_/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A hard man once said, "I'm really proud of you, my child..." on his last days, my father once said. miss my dad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-1035260693889929058?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/1035260693889929058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=1035260693889929058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/1035260693889929058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/1035260693889929058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/10/missing-him.html' title='missing him...'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-1007592882172349640</id><published>2007-10-12T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:39:57.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mO0d sWinGz....</title><content type='html'>Just this morning, I had this terrible feeling. I don't what is it. I feel I'm malfunctioning. Something's wrong in my system. Seems like everything is confusing! I don't feel really that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          So I decided maybe I need to do something I really like so that i can sweep away this things. And at this moment I'm really relieved. I went to our dressing room then I meditated, calmy prayed that God would give ma peace. Thanks for that verse from John. &lt;em&gt;I have told you these things so that you may have peace in me. The world only brings you trouble. But have heart! I have overcome the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently watched &lt;em&gt;The Devil wears Prada&lt;/em&gt;, I took this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004266/"&gt;Andy Sachs&lt;/a&gt;: She hates me, Nigel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001804/"&gt;Nigel&lt;/a&gt;: And that's my problem because... Oh, wait. No, it's not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004266/"&gt;Andy Sachs&lt;/a&gt;: I don't know what else I can do because if I do something right, it's unacknowledged. She doesn't even say thank you. But if I do something wrong, she is vicious. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001804/"&gt;Nigel&lt;/a&gt;: So quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004266/"&gt;Andy Sachs&lt;/a&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001804/"&gt;Nigel&lt;/a&gt;: Quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004266/"&gt;Andy Sachs&lt;/a&gt;: Quit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001804/"&gt;Nigel&lt;/a&gt;: I can get another girl to take your job in five minutes... one who really wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004266/"&gt;Andy Sachs&lt;/a&gt;: No, I don't want to quit. That's not fair. But, I, you know, I'm just saying that I would just like a little credit... for the fact that I'm killing myself trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001804/"&gt;Nigel&lt;/a&gt;: Andy, be serious. You are not trying. You are whining. What is it that you want me to say to you, huh? Do you want me to say, "Poor you. Miranda's picking on you. Poor you. Poor Andy"? Hmm? Wake up, six. She's just doing her job. Don't you know that you are working at the place that published some of the greatest artists of the century? Halston, Lagerfeld, de la Renta. And what they did, what they created was greater than art because you live your life in it. Well, not you, obviously, but some people. You think this is just a magazine, hmm? This is not just a magazine. This is a shining beacon of hope for... oh, I don't know... let's say a young boy growing up in Rhode Island with six brothers pretending to go to soccer practice when he was really going to sewing class and reading Runway under the covers at night with a flashlight. You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls. And what's worse, you don't care. Because this place, where so many people would die to work you only deign to work. And you want to know why she doesn't kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day. Wake up, sweetheart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-1007592882172349640?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/1007592882172349640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=1007592882172349640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/1007592882172349640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/1007592882172349640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/10/mo0d-swingz.html' title='mO0d sWinGz....'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-7470711038303199269</id><published>2007-09-29T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T01:09:36.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hindi ko alam kung anong isusumbat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sa tanong na iyong iniwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pinag-isipang mabuti ang sagot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;nang 'di kita masaktan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Niyaya sa bagong pag-ibig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sa sagot ko'y nananabik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;handa na kaya ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sa pag-ibig na inaalok mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Masakit mang sabihin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ngunit ito ang sabi ng damdamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hindi kita kayang lokohin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hindi pa kita kayang mahalin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ayaw naman talaga kitang masaktan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;O ang puso'y sugatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nais ko lang iyong malaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sabihin sa 'yo ang katotohanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hindi mo siguro alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Takot lang akong masaktan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sa damdaming 'di tiyak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sa ating dalawa ayokong may umiyak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hayaan mo't darating din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ang tamang panahon at taong mamahalin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ayoko munang magsalita sa ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Baka damdamin ko'y magbago 'di maglaon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Umaasa sa iyong pangako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Maghihintay sa inaasahang sagot ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sana'y di pa huli ang lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kung kelan handa na't tiyak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;- Zeena Bautista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-7470711038303199269?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/7470711038303199269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=7470711038303199269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/7470711038303199269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/7470711038303199269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/09/5-years.html' title='5 years...'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-3339712653065777787</id><published>2007-09-16T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T03:42:18.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wAnD'RiNg mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/Ru0IaK-AAxI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xcL-0aZDZo/s1600-h/aaa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110750397849404178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/Ru0IaK-AAxI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xcL-0aZDZo/s200/aaa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sept. 16, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just wondering of how things happen. As I was visiting my friendster account, I received a friendster request. Oh. My classmate. Upon surfing her space, I saw pictures of her and a guy. Wow! His kinda cute but honestly speaking. If I'm going to use my eyes to tell if they're a match, I'll just sound judgemental... They're not a pair. But yes, they're a couple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;She is not that too beautiful and not that too ugly of course(respectively). Look what feelings can do. I can see that the "cute" guy likes her and she like him too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought in my mind&lt;em&gt;, there must be something that he can only see in her that we cannot see. Only in his eyes is the reason why such a man will love a woman&lt;/em&gt;. It's just like God. I'm a big sinner. I would consider myself as a hundred-loaded with sins. But knowing that a Most High, would even recognize me as a child even though i neglect Him all the time. He can see something in me that other people cannot see. He doesn't dwell in unpleasant manners my self projects. The only thing He knows is I AM HIS CHILD and A CHILD IS TO BE LOVED NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE, and what you look like.... and it looks like, i judged my classmate unfairly... sorry Lord.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-3339712653065777787?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/3339712653065777787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=3339712653065777787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/3339712653065777787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/3339712653065777787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/09/wandring-mind.html' title='wAnD&apos;RiNg mind...'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/Ru0IaK-AAxI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xcL-0aZDZo/s72-c/aaa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-4981130158907142798</id><published>2007-09-06T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:52:50.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>S h a d o w f e e t</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/RuD0top_Z2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/SMK9rxtv3Jg/s1600-h/shadowFeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Shadowfeet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke Fraser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking,stumbling&lt;br /&gt;on these shadowfeet&lt;br /&gt;toward home&lt;br /&gt;a land that i've never seen&lt;br /&gt;I am changing&lt;br /&gt;less and less asleep&lt;br /&gt;made of different stuff than when i began&lt;br /&gt;and i have sensed it all along&lt;br /&gt;fast approaching is the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]when the world has fallen out from under me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be found in you,&lt;br /&gt;still standing&lt;br /&gt;when the sky rolls up and mountains fall on their knees&lt;br /&gt;when time and space are through&lt;br /&gt;I'll be found in you&lt;br /&gt;Theres distraction buzzing in my head&lt;br /&gt;saying in the shadows it's easier to stay&lt;br /&gt;but I've heard rumours of true reality&lt;br /&gt;whispers of a well-lit way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make all things new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world has fallen out from under me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be found in you, still standing&lt;br /&gt;Every fear and accusation under my feet&lt;br /&gt;when time and space are through&lt;br /&gt;I'll be found in you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-4981130158907142798?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/4981130158907142798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=4981130158907142798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/4981130158907142798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/4981130158907142798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/09/s-h-d-o-w-f-e-e-t.html' title='S h a d o w f e e t'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-8947327135511249284</id><published>2007-09-04T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T02:36:02.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>DeCiPhErInG mE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DeCiPhErInG mE&lt;br /&gt;Brooke Fraser&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106280062122944338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/Rt0mqYp_Z1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/cKBqpW1nhIg/s200/brookeF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Friend, it's getting late&lt;br /&gt;we should be going&lt;br /&gt;We have sat here beneath these flickering neons for hours.&lt;br /&gt;While I am cracking their code, you are deciphering me&lt;br /&gt;For I am a mystery,&lt;br /&gt;I am a locked room in a tall tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh can you feel the gravity falling, calling us home?&lt;br /&gt;Oh did you see the stars colliding? Shining just to show, We belong.&lt;br /&gt;We belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your telescope eyes see everything clearly&lt;br /&gt;My vision is blurred&lt;br /&gt;but I know what I heard&lt;br /&gt;Echoing all around.&lt;br /&gt;Well I am telling you and you are deciphering me.&lt;br /&gt;Not such a mystery, not such a faint and far away sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its love, its love that holds us&lt;br /&gt;We will be alright&lt;br /&gt;Its truth, its truth that shows us As we walk in this life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-8947327135511249284?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/8947327135511249284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=8947327135511249284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/8947327135511249284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/8947327135511249284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/09/deciphering-me.html' title='DeCiPhErInG mE....'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/Rt0mqYp_Z1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/cKBqpW1nhIg/s72-c/brookeF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-4412729544126657353</id><published>2007-08-17T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T01:51:08.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not just a day like the other days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/RsVgg4p_ZzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ff_3NAktNZA/s1600-h/forgive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099588271147542322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/RsVgg4p_ZzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ff_3NAktNZA/s200/forgive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;=ReCoLlEcTiOn DaY=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(what a wonderful day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;August 16, 2007:Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't know this would be a great day for me. Maybe this is my answered prayer. An ordinary recollection day? Nuh. I thought it was....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Someday in our lives we neglect small things that really mean so much for us, without realizing, it exists. Bro. Albert Anthony, a black British gave us this spiritual refreshment. It reminds me of how GREAT GOD is. To put me up on my mother's womb and how He counted all the strands of my hair. Of how He made me on the way He wants me to be. Of who am I with. But the greatest part to hear from His heart, is how DEEP HIS LOVE is. To sacrifice His Son Jesus for our ransom. For our wickedness. Will I ever find another man like Him? I guess not. His mercy and forgiveness freed me from this cage of sin. Now I'm like a dove, freely flying up the air but still guided by the Wind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so greatful to have this men. God used them mightyly to share His Love. I believe many of my classmates accepted Him and I'm pretty sure they like it. I did and I do love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One thing I love about God is how we forgives us and how He loves us that He's willing to sacrifice His ONE AND ONLY BELOVED SON -just- for me...to be saved.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-4412729544126657353?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/4412729544126657353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=4412729544126657353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/4412729544126657353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/4412729544126657353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-just-day-like-other-days.html' title='not just a day like the other days....'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/RsVgg4p_ZzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ff_3NAktNZA/s72-c/forgive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-7123091382455684865</id><published>2007-07-14T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:17:54.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY REMINDS ME OF YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see you, beside me&lt;br /&gt;It’s only a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vision of what used to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The laughter, the sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fading to memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could I ever let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it too late to let you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to run from your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But each place I hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;When i turn out of the lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I needed my freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This what I’ve thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I was a fool to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart breaks while you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rivers of tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I was too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everthing we’ve been through before&lt;br /&gt;Now means so much more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please come back to meI’m down on my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy can’t you see…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, You,It only reminds me of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-7123091382455684865?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/7123091382455684865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=7123091382455684865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/7123091382455684865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/7123091382455684865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/07/only-reminds-me-of-you-i-see-you-beside.html' title=''/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-2393126786256446059</id><published>2007-06-14T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T03:11:04.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cOnFuZed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/RnES3Kf1TFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-HQSrP8dQgg/s1600-h/inlove2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075858993943235666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/RnES3Kf1TFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-HQSrP8dQgg/s320/inlove2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is he for real? or he's just fooling around and he can't find somebody to fool and he ends up with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;School days... Vacation's over, i still got hang-overs.... vacation hang-overs.... Let me just give you a big bite of my summer vacation.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i went to Candon City to have our one month missionary work. And i believe God moved through the hearts of this hard-hearted city people. We had 33 baptized folks and youth. There i met Lawrence, Leomar, Francis, Rainalene, Divine, Shiela, and KAtleen. They are so great people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a sizzling month from that city, we had our Youth Camp in Ilocos. There, God taught me SO many things, giving me lessons which i can never forget. Obedience. Listen, Do, Go! Real life starts when i finally step out from the camp. with all that challenges (and punishments), oh how could i forget those....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND here comes the Youth Camp in Benguet!!! Exciting d ba? Baguio city! Arriving from the city to the camp, they need to pick leaders and (thanks for JR) I'm a leader. We handled 20 youngsters and one of them is Philip. He's a jolly guy whom i really get along with. He laughs at my corny jokes and we laugh most of the time. NOT knowing that it means something to him. After the camp, we started greesting each other through text messages and to my GULAT, he said, "Thank God for I found the girl of my Dreams...iloveu..." My reaction was just, "Huh?" Did he meant it or he's just joking? and then it hit me. All those times pala na we're having fun, it means something special para sa kanya. That's why he can't let go of my hand when we're already going home! Gollie! But the things there is... i don't feel anything for him. And he asked me if i have a BF and if i would mind giving him a chance.... a chance?? Andf i tell him honestly that i dont have any boyfriend and never in my plans right now. He replied, "I can wait." Well, i hope so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh how i wish i could ask him, "How long can you wait?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-2393126786256446059?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/2393126786256446059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=2393126786256446059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/2393126786256446059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/2393126786256446059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/06/confuzed.html' title='cOnFuZed!'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/RnES3Kf1TFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-HQSrP8dQgg/s72-c/inlove2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-5356860628461702090</id><published>2007-03-30T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:36:35.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/Rgy6BUFJAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/u7cmClnVGlM/s1600-h/potter_sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047613814108389906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/Rgy6BUFJAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/u7cmClnVGlM/s320/potter_sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bakasyon na naman.... hay. siguro nag-iisip ka rin ng mapagkakaabalahan noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bored ka ba tulad ng guy na nasa right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i just downloaded it from leakycauldron.com..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cute noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sana nga lang, hindi ka kasing bored nya this vacation. Find more ways to enjoy your summer vacation. Beach? too common... why not try new ones? like maintaining your blog.... Ah! that's what i'm gonna do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i am convinced that i'm Smart!;-b lolz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-5356860628461702090?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/5356860628461702090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=5356860628461702090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/5356860628461702090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/5356860628461702090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/03/bored.html' title='bored?'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/Rgy6BUFJAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/u7cmClnVGlM/s72-c/potter_sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-8835911509652590318</id><published>2007-03-21T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:20:30.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not yet ready...</title><content type='html'>i love this song sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TULAK NG BIBIG&lt;br /&gt;by Julieanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib&lt;br /&gt;tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;paikot ikot lang&lt;br /&gt;nalilito ba't gan'to&lt;br /&gt;paggising sa umaga&lt;br /&gt;ikaw ang nasa isip&lt;br /&gt;pagtulog sa gabi laman ng panaginip&lt;br /&gt;mahal ba kita&lt;br /&gt;o, ano&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko&lt;br /&gt;di ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simula ng makilala di na maipinta&lt;br /&gt;ngiti sa mata&lt;br /&gt;magdamag ang kwentuhan&lt;br /&gt;kulitan tawanan&lt;br /&gt;di ko maintindihan&lt;br /&gt;bakit ngayon lang&lt;br /&gt;kung kelan ang puso ko ay maselan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;hindi mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;takot lang akong masaktan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;iniingatan lang aking puso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung maiibibigay ko lang ang sinasabi mo&lt;br /&gt;di na sana tayo nagkakaganito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;pasensya ka na kung hanggang dito lang muna tayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;paikot ikot lang&lt;br /&gt;nalilito ba't gan'to&lt;br /&gt;urong sulong&lt;br /&gt;yan ang paborito&lt;br /&gt;lilitaw lulubog&lt;br /&gt;tanong mo kahit sino&lt;br /&gt;pakisabi na lang&lt;br /&gt;ano ba talaga ang gusto mong gawin ko&lt;br /&gt;hindi mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;takot lang akong masaktan&lt;br /&gt;iniingatan lang aking puso&lt;br /&gt;kung maiibibigay ko lang ang sinasabi mo&lt;br /&gt;di na sana tayo nagkakaganito&lt;br /&gt;pasensya ka na kung hanggang dito na lang muna tayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]&lt;br /&gt;pakiusap lang&lt;br /&gt;wag mo nga akong tingnan ng ganyan&lt;br /&gt;nakakatunaw ang iyong tingin&lt;br /&gt;hinay hinay ka lng&lt;br /&gt;mahina ang kalaban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ba't di ko maiwasang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mahulog ng tuluyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[instrumental: guitar solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;takot lang akong masaktan&lt;br /&gt;iniingatan lang aking puso&lt;br /&gt;kung maiibibigay ko lang ang sinasabi mo&lt;br /&gt;di na sana tayo nagkakagulo-gulo&lt;br /&gt;pasensya ka na kung hanggang dito na lang muna tayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanggang dito na lang&lt;br /&gt;hanggang dito na lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib&lt;br /&gt;tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib&lt;br /&gt;tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib&lt;br /&gt;tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-8835911509652590318?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/8835911509652590318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=8835911509652590318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/8835911509652590318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/8835911509652590318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-yet-ready.html' title='not yet ready...'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-1627134969536981122</id><published>2007-03-21T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T04:51:50.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now i know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/RgEcD9GgnsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DdY8W-BjF70/s1600-h/bwst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044343911898717890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/RgEcD9GgnsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DdY8W-BjF70/s320/bwst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AARRGGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm here again. Sitting in front a friend, the Monitor. He's always with me since... until now doing this AARRGGH!! paperworks in our NSTP.... I went to the faculty room to pass this folder but she said there are still so many things to be changed!!! You mean, I did this things for nothing???!! My golliiee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i know... Mom was right. Your BEST friend will never be in this cursing world. Friend is said to be there in TIMES of trouble... I'm in trouble... well, I mean, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in trouble coping up with our school requirement but it seems like i'm the only one doing it... i'm the only one who cared about it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i can say is.... "kawawa naman ako..." (sigh). And guess what? They're having there outing tomorrow not even worried about this school papers!! God forgive me.... I'm just human...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend, who is always there in times of need, is a friend INDEED. in my 16 years of living, and had a hundred of friends, there is only one among them which i really consider as a FRIEND and the BEST... Jesus. No one had ever take His place since I've met Him.... actually He's here... giving me patience while i finish all OUR requirements...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-1627134969536981122?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/1627134969536981122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=1627134969536981122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/1627134969536981122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/1627134969536981122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-i-know.html' title='now i know...'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-JtZy0SJz2s/RgEcD9GgnsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DdY8W-BjF70/s72-c/bwst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147060914434184122.post-4228629204371369786</id><published>2007-03-20T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:11:40.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nakaraoz din!</title><content type='html'>Hay, salamat.... 03/14/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is hay, salamat. After going down in midterms, finally i could see that my grades are passing for this finals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked our chemistry activites and when i suddenly computed my grades - a big grin appeared on my face. Yes! Pasado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our unit test in ethics. and he's giving us 50 items to answer??!!! Complete torture!! We checked all this papers, and for the second time - Yes!! 41/50!! Pasado!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuhm... di ako masyadong masaya noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of God's grace. Put God first and all you asked shall be given to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst! nandito si =brownman=(code name). Of all the places in this little town, why does he have to be here?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147060914434184122-4228629204371369786?l=shitsuke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/feeds/4228629204371369786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147060914434184122&amp;postID=4228629204371369786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/4228629204371369786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147060914434184122/posts/default/4228629204371369786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shitsuke.blogspot.com/2007/03/nakaraoz-din.html' title='nakaraoz din!'/><author><name>xena14</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
