<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685</id><updated>2024-09-16T19:29:13.238-07:00</updated><category term="Blog"/><category term="Happy"/><category term="Life"/><category term="Story"/><category term="Heart"/><category term="Life Lesson"/><category term="Message"/><category term="Short Story"/><category term="Finding Love"/><category term="Lesson"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Positive"/><category term="Short"/><category term="Bird"/><category term="Boredom"/><category term="Cage"/><category term="Daily"/><category term="Grateful"/><category term="Growth"/><category term="Heart Message"/><category term="Life lessons"/><category term="Mistakes"/><category term="Note"/><category term="Something new"/><category term="Stories"/><category term="Tips"/><category term="True story"/><category term="Updates"/><title type='text'>My Interesting Life Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi ,Im Carlos Adorable, just some dude who lives at the Philippines. Who writes everything I see, Hear And think. And I hope you find them as interesting as I do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-2926192428499514353</id><published>2018-10-31T02:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2018-10-31T02:34:57.456-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Growth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life lessons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mistakes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Something new"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Updates"/><title type='text'>Trying something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
As people it is natural for us to grow and change, to try things out and just find out what works best for us. Although in most cases as we explore and grow we make mistakes, wether we live for the rest of our lives thinking of those mistakes or just accept and use it for growth. I only learned that it is a fundamental requirement for us to make these mistakes and realizations. This is a very vague and random post, but its been probably like 4 years since i used this blog and someone whos getting older, I just want to try some new things with this blog. To whoever is reading this just wait for something new, something interesting hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hey guys! To all you guys who reads my blog thank you! I know what lately my stories/ post are all different then what they use to be. Well it&#39;s cause I&#39;m taking a new approach in writing them. And compared to my old post there way better. My old post are all kinda not that great compared to the new ones. Maybe it&#39;s cause I just started back then. Well anyway thanks for reading them. Although I have this feeling I might be only talking to myself but well I&#39;m sure in not haha. So thank you and always check my blog for any updates thanks!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This vast empty field i walk into.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;With nothing but grass, i walk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Searching for something, anything. A&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;sign of life even a strand of&amp;nbsp;presence. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;continue searching for anything. But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;found nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I was alone, in this vast empty field.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;With nothing but the grass around me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Then a thought came into my mind. That If i continue searching I&#39;ll eventually find someone. With that thought it gave me hope. A small strand of hope that I indeed was not alone in this empty vast field. It made me believe,made me more determined. But, still found nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;With that I lay down on the vast field of grass, tired and full of frustration. Giving up on the search I decided to stay down on the grass forever. Maybe in the afterlife I&#39;ll find someone. Tired from the pointless search I stayed down and just look&amp;nbsp;above&amp;nbsp;at the wide blue sky. Wondering if there was&amp;nbsp;indeed someone else out there beside me. Then a shadow appeared in my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It startled me what it was. But it was a hand of someone, a&amp;nbsp;presence. It instantly gave me joy that I really&amp;nbsp;wasn&#39;t alone in this vast empty field. And without hesitation I grab the hand and risen up. I stood up with curiosity and eagerness to see the person, but it was very bright. As the sun gotten brighter, It was too bright. It was so bright that the entire field was filled with light. I&amp;nbsp;couldn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;see a&amp;nbsp;thing but the hand that helped me stand up. Then in a second I saw a glimpse, more like a flash of someone, A person. But, before I can do anything. I woke up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It was just a dream, nothing but a dream. Woken up by the scorching bright sun. I was still here in this vast empty field, with no one else but me. I should probably be sad right now. Accepting the fact that I was indeed alone in this empty field. But I&#39;m not. Perhaps I am alone, alone only right now. With that I stood up and continue searching. I don&#39;t care if it&#39;s pointless or not. I&#39;m not going to give up. I&#39;m still gonna keep searching, keep believing, that I&#39;m not alone. Perhaps soon I&#39;ll find someone, whether it&#39;ll take days or even years I will find someone. And perhaps then I&#39;ll prove to myself that indeed I&#39;m not alone in this vast empty field. So until ill keep on searching and i&#39;ll keep on believing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; This story is connected to my previous story &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-servant-and-princess.html&quot;&gt;The servant and the princess&lt;/a&gt;&quot; so please read that first to understand some context about this story.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Once upon a time there lived a servant who became knight, or more of like becoming a knight. You can say he&#39;s a knight in training. But first i actually never gave him a name. So yeah this servant or knight in training is called &quot;Gabe&quot;. Gabe, the knight in training. Anyways Gabe thought that becoming a knight was easy but its not. So when his first day of training began he was actually surprised by its difficulty. I have no idea why he thought becoming a knight was easy. If becoming a knight was really easy then why isn&#39;t everybody a knight? You do have to be good in combat, horse-riding, speaking and many more. And you can say that Gabe wasn&#39;t really knight material, he sucked in everything. But he was very determined to become one. As he has a dream, to rescue a princess and sweep her off her feet and take her to his castle. But that&#39;s not happening anytime soon, as he still has a long way to go. So there you go he started his training and he trained and trained. He trained for days and weeks, still hoping to become a knight. Still dreaming that one day he would get his princess. And so his first step began&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;One day Gabe was walking around the streets of a nearby village. As he was walking he saw someone being attacked by bandits. Of course being a knight and all he immediately went and save the person from the bandits. And so he fend of the bandits and saved the person. But he discovered that the person he just rescued wasn&#39;t just a regular person it was actually a princess. A princess from a nearby kingdom, and she was very beautiful. This shock Gabe knowing that he rescued a princess. Knowing that he trained very hard just for this. And it was quite surprising that it happened just know. What did Gabe do after he rescued the princess? He did nothing as he didn&#39;t know what to do. As much as he thought he was ready for this, he wasn&#39;t. So he was just there standing like a stick while the princess was waiting for him to do something. You can say he was dreaming way to much for this moment. And know that its actually happening he didn&#39;t really know what to do. He thought of scenarios in his head on what to do. But he couldn&#39;t move as he was afraid, afraid of screwing up. Knowing that one wrong move could ruin this opportunity. So he did nothing, well he did&amp;nbsp;do some stuff like talk to her a little but he didn&#39;t do anything knightly, He was to afraid to do anything knightly. So after some time the princess left and went back to her kingdom. And Gabe just watch her leave. He was frustrated at himself for doing nothing. This really made him sad and so he left.&amp;nbsp;He left with full off regret and went back to training. As he went back to training he knew now on what to do. When another opportunity like that happens again,&amp;nbsp;whether or not it will happen again. He knows what to do. And this time he will be ready, ready to really save a princess. And this time to sweep her off her feet and bring her back to his castle.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Once upon a time in a far away kingdom there lived a princess. She was the most beautiful lady in the kingdom, she was loved by all. But as we all know every princess needs her shinning knight in armor, but where is he? well we don&#39;t know yet maybe he is on his way to go save her from some impending danger. But until there&#39;s none and from her eyes there is no one worth her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; But that didn&#39;t stop this servant, this servant was like any other servant to her. But even so this servant was madly in love with her. He did many things for her love, like giving her gifts and going all over the world to give her treasures that no one has ever seen. But even so nothing had changed in her mind. And no matter what he does he will always just be a servant in her eyes. No matter what he does nothing will ever change that. But the servant never gave he kept on believing, hoping for even something to happen but still nothing had happen and nothing will ever happen. As everybody no matter how hard they believe, they will all eventually give up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And then it all changed as out of nowhere a knight came. And in one swoop he took the princess away from the castle and brought her to his. This destroyed the servant, made him shocked on how easy the knight made the princess madly in love with him. The servant fell to his knees shocked and confused with a heart full of sorrow. He tried to hold his tears and wondered &quot;why?&quot;. Why does the great and powerful can easily get what they want. As for the weak has to do so many things just for a slight chance of success. Why does it have to be that way? why? well we will never know that. But as he was thinking he had an&amp;nbsp;epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;That maybe he was being saved. He may not be the knight for the princess. But he might be the knight in shining armor for someone else. Someone more special, and more beautiful. Someone where you don&#39;t need to give beautiful and exotic gift to impress. Someone who just wants you to be you, and not someone who tries very hard just to be noticed. With that thought on his mind he stood, with a heart full of determination, he began training. Training to become a knight, a knight in shining armor. And just like the other knight&amp;nbsp;he&#39;ll go and rescue his princess and sweep her off her feet and take her to his castle.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Perhaps that wont happen anytime soon. But he knows that it will happen, maybe not now but one day it will happen. And he too will live a happy ever after&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The End.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5944003041630386080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-servant-and-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/5944003041630386080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/5944003041630386080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-servant-and-princess.html' title='The servant and the princess'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-3871202854207476658</id><published>2013-09-05T06:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-09-06T08:22:59.738-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bird"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heart Message"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lesson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life Lesson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Message"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>The bird inside an open cage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; There&#39;s a bird who was looked up in a cage. All this bird ever wanted to do was to be free and fly away, away from that cage. But sadly he was locked up. Everyday while he was trapped from that cage all he could ever think about was flying away from that cage and become the fastest bird ever seen. With that thought on the bird&#39;s mind made the him ever wanting to become free more and more. But sadly he was crushed with the realization that he is trapped in a cage. Which made the bird more sadder then ever. But little did the bird knew that the cage the bird thought that was locked was actually open. And could have flew away a very long time ago. And yet the bird was still trapped on that open cage.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Perhaps the bird already knew this but was afraid, afraid that when he flies away to the open sky he&#39;ll be laughed at by all the birds. For not knowing that the cage he thought was locked was actually open. The bird was scared to be embarrassed by everyone and was afraid to be shunned by all. So out of fear he stays on that open cage afraid of what all might think and do to him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But that bird knew that he has to eventually leave that cage. And he realized that even if he leaves now or the next day or even perhaps the next year. They will all still mock him for that. And the more he stays the more it will get worse. So the bird thought &quot;why leave tomorrow when the same thing is gonna happen today. And it might even be worse tomorrow.&quot; So with that thought on his mind he stepped out if his cage. And with one big gulp&amp;nbsp;he became ready for whats gonna happen.&amp;nbsp;And then he flew away, out to the bright blue open sky.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Still with a dream of becoming the fastest bird ever seen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3871202854207476658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-bird-with-open-cage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/3871202854207476658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/3871202854207476658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-bird-with-open-cage.html' title='The bird inside an open cage'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-8607263242881492781</id><published>2013-03-20T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-20T04:18:04.221-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boredom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grateful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Note"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Positive"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tips"/><title type='text'>Surviving Boredom </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; There will always be that one day when you just realize that you have no plans with anyone and have nothing to do at your house. And maybe at first you think you can simply survive the whole day. Well if your a lazy or a antisocial person well maybe you can but if your an outdoor person who loves to go out and have fun with your friends well this is gonna be tough.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; You could probably just watch TV or watch a movie in your room. But that might only entertain you for a couple of hours maybe for only around 1-3 hours. Then you would be probably get tired of it. Well maybe you can just read a book afterwards but if your not a bookworm i&#39;m pretty sure your also gonna get tired of reading. Well you can always just go and have a date with yourself, But personally i find that weird and just sad. Anyways i&#39;m pretty sure you got a computer at home and if your geeky person like i am you can use your computer for hours. But you will get tired of it eventually. Well if you did all that im sure that might take up half of the day. Well then try jogging or working out or just chat with your friends mobile or online and just beg to hang out with them and join their plans for the evening. If that fails well? another movie would sound nice by now. Or just lay down on your bed and just think about everything or maybe just realize that you could have just made up your own plans for the day. Well why not? you&#39;ve got nothing to lose anyways. If that fails you can always just hang out with yourself at your home. And well just be sad, lonely and bored. Or maybe just be glad that you even have something to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There are a lot of people who probably don&#39;t even have any plans for like forever and there just as bored as you. Or there&#39;s people who wanna go out but they cant. Why? you know the usual excuses work, Family problems, those excuses, Maybe they cant even afford to go out. Anyways just be happy you have a home to stay at. and having everything you need to survive boredom there&#39;s people who doesn&#39;t even have half of what you have or maybe nothing at all. If you have family in your home then be happy you have who&#39;s there for you. Oh. then hang out with them i&#39;m pretty sure they would love to go out with you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Anyways the point is that, That boredom of your is just temporary so just survive! and well maybe thinking of others who suffer from boredom everyday or just wants to have no plans and just relax. Thinking about that can help and make you feel better. And well just stay positive and be happy with your life. Unless you have life, Do you?.... joke anyways hope this somewhat helps you. I just wrote this cause im bored too haha, Anyways peace.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8607263242881492781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/03/surviving-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/8607263242881492781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/8607263242881492781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/03/surviving-boredom.html' title='Surviving Boredom '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-3823053344075055771</id><published>2013-02-11T08:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-11T08:45:57.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The small things can matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We always go do things, activities, projects and whatever. Always thinking about the big results, whats gonna happen or will happend. Always wondering about all of that and just forgetting about everything else. Do you remember walking there, Or buying your stuff for that project of yours or even waking up to start your day. Or even just planning all of that. Does all of that matter to you? Or it only matters on your results because really if whatever your doing is a fail then might as well forget everything. But when you look back on whatever you were doing sure your gonna think about that results of your but im pretty sure it only lasted for maybe just a minute or two. But how about the hours and minutes getting there all the preparation for it. All the hard work to get that results of yours. Because really for me thats what matters the little thing, The small things. Without any of those little things you did im pretty sure you would never get anywhere near the results you&#39;ve gotten, Okay maybe sometimes without doing somethings you would probably get better results but im pretty sure most of the time you wont. So im pretty sure the small things really matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Without any of these small things none of your accomplishments or your achievements would have happened. So you should also care for not just your achievement but also your journey getting there. Because every small thing can lead to something big. So you should be grateful to everything you do big or small.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3823053344075055771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-small-things-can-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/3823053344075055771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/3823053344075055771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-small-things-can-matter.html' title='The small things can matter'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-2407538069017785456</id><published>2013-02-08T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-08T21:40:12.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day without meat</title><content type='html'> Did you ever had a day where just didn&#39;t meat at all for a day. I&#39;m talking to you meat lovers not you vegetarians. In my experience it was torture, I&#39;m the kind of person who has to have meat in every meal okay maybe not every meal. But I really love meat and don&#39;t worry I eat veggies too :). But this one day by coincidence My friends treated me food for the whole day. At first for breakfast okay I just had bread well I didn&#39;t really wanted to eat meat at breakfast why? Don&#39;t know. Anyway then my friends treated me Soup I know pretty cheap for a friend, But hey free food is free food. Okay by then I was thinking about meat since I only had soup and bread for the whole day I was still hungry. So I was thinking about meat for almost the while day. Then since it was my friends birthday he was treating me for dinner I didn&#39;t ask where we were going cause I knew he was also a meat lover just like me and I was already starving. But guess what happened...&lt;br /&gt;
 He treated me to a seafood restaurant. I was dying in the inside already, not literary . So he treated me seafood it was pretty good since the place was sort of fancy and I got full from it. But my mind and my stomach felt like something was missing and that was meat. So I went home feeling incomplete and just slept it off. Then the next day I swear I was treating my stomach to some good quality meat. And I did and felt fulfilled. And it was worth it. And the next time something like that happens again. I would just go treat myself to a little meat snack. :) </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2407538069017785456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-day-without-meat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/2407538069017785456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/2407538069017785456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-day-without-meat.html' title='A day without meat'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Quezon City Quezon City</georss:featurename><georss:point>14.66021 121.084107</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-2919252692385450208</id><published>2013-02-06T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-06T21:03:18.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Breakfast at 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Its pretty strange to eat so late but I am a strange person i guess. Well i am a lazy slug when it comes to sleeping I prefer to stay in my bed all day i felt like it and im a heavy sleeper. So waking up so late isnt something im new too. But even if i wake up late im very lazy when it comes to preping breakfast. I would rather just grab a bowl cerial and be done with it just so that i can jump back to my bed. But my stomach a spoiled one always wanting delicious food. So i always have te eat something good. And by then I woukd have to much energy to sleep so then i just start my day. &amp;nbsp;But its still aweowme to eat so late why? Well I dont know why never really cared why. But ive been doing this for so long that its a normal thing for me. And it makes me wonder how many people there are in this world that does the same thing im doing.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2919252692385450208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/02/daily-breakfast-at-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/2919252692385450208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/2919252692385450208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/02/daily-breakfast-at-10.html' title='Daily Breakfast at 10'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-1731880105636824394</id><published>2013-02-06T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-06T08:47:16.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is to big </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Everyday we see new faces but do we ever think we&#39;ll ever see any of them ever again. We just keep moving with nothing on our minds and just wander around carelessly ignoring one another. Imagine if our world was a smaller, A very small one. Would we still keep ignoring one another, That face you passed by a minute ago would you start to thing and wonder about him if you keep seeing him. Or would you just keep ignoring him as your mind bothers you with something else. But when you stop to think and just look at one another the people around you those blank faces you saw before. What are they to you know that you notice, Now that you see each other time to time. Will they all mater to you now? If our world really was small I bet we would all care for one another, A small community always seeing each other, greeting each other. And just becomes friends with one another. If only our world is small. But face reality the world truly is big with 6 billion faces we probably never meet. Hundreds of faces we pass by each day. Its just nice to wonder what would happen if our world was small.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1731880105636824394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-world-is-to-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/1731880105636824394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/1731880105636824394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-world-is-to-big.html' title='The world is to big '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-3959963920175121646</id><published>2011-12-02T20:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:33:02.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australian trip forgoten =((</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Its been like 1-2 moths since i last posted something. Im so so sorry im just been busy here and there anyway after my last pst not much really happened anyway. We just went to the farm saw some animals and shows. Then the next day we went to dreamland (I think). Want to rides and also went to couple of malls. But everything is really expensive. We also just had room service for dinner. Then we went home. And of course we were all jet lag and still having a hangover about Australia. Thats pretty much it. =))&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3959963920175121646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/12/australian-trip-forgoten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/3959963920175121646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/3959963920175121646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/12/australian-trip-forgoten.html' title='Australian trip forgoten =(('/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-2472396770625171047</id><published>2011-09-24T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T09:20:44.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New day more adventures - Gold Coast, Australia (Day 4-5)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So when we arrive at the airport in Gold coast. it was like 12 midnight. It was still cold but at least it like 2 degrees warmer than in Sydney. So we use some driver my dad called to go to the hotel. Anyway on the way to the hotel the city reminded me of San Francisco for some strange reason. Maybe because they kinda look the same. Anyway we arrive at the hotel 20 minutes later. And the moment we arrive we all forgot that we did not have dinner yet. And that since its 12 midnight all the&amp;nbsp;restaurants&amp;nbsp;are closed. But luckily there was room service. So we just ordered room service in our room. After dinner we were all tired and fell to sleep the moment we landed on the bed. Of course we took a bath first (in case your wondering). We slept until 10 am. Actually my parents woke up at 9 and told us to go with them to eat breakfast. But me and my sister were to sleepy to go with them. So they just brought home some snacks for us to eat when they come home. Afterwards we knew that were gonna do a lot of stuff today sine we only have 3 days here. And the first thing that comes in my mind is a theme park. Because on the to the hotel from the airport i saw tons of theme parks. We passed through like 10 theme parks. I really wanted to go to one. But my dad said that its tom. Which made me feel kinda sad yet excited for tom. And my mom said were going to a farm. Its some kind of farm besides Movie world and Dreamworld called Paradise Country. Anyway were going there like right now. So we had to take a shower and dress up cause were going to Paradise Country.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2472396770625171047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-day-more-adventures-gold-coast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/2472396770625171047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/2472396770625171047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-day-more-adventures-gold-coast.html' title='New day more adventures - Gold Coast, Australia (Day 4-5)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-1741538206391260553</id><published>2011-06-15T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T05:55:34.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day of school</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Well my first day was alright. But i had a problem waking up early. My sister had to wake me up because I really wont wake up. I was really use to waking up late in summer. But i got no choice. Anyway i meet up with my old friends back in school. We just talk and talk until classes started. And my class was alright when i went there of course i have to introduce myself in every subject. I notice that most of my teachers where guys. I have 7 subjects 5 were guys 2 were girls. But its not a big deal. My first day was alright. I have ti repeat the same thing for 300 days. Hope i will&amp;nbsp;survive.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1741538206391260553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/1741538206391260553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/1741538206391260553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-first-day-of-school.html' title='My first day of school'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-2121388953246815897</id><published>2011-06-13T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:48:28.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School starts tom</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; I know that in the USA and Europe summer just started. But in the Philippines summer just ended and school is about to start. Its really sad though but i got no choice i have to face reality even if i don&#39;t want to. Like the saying. &quot;All good things must come to an end.&quot; Okay i&#39;ll just stay home and just get ready for tomorrow.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2121388953246815897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/school-starts-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/2121388953246815897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/2121388953246815897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/school-starts-tom.html' title='School starts tom'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-3115507385853924158</id><published>2011-06-13T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T07:55:15.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Sydney and hello Gold Coast (Day 4)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In the afternoon around 3pm my family arrived at the airport. And we were really early. Well its better than being late. Anyway we just stayed at the airport cafeteria. And just had late lunch there and just wait for it. We waited for 2 hours just doing nothing. My dad was just using his laptop and just working. I think he even had a Phone conference with his boss. Which i discovered that he&#39;s and Aussie. Anyway i just played with my Iphone my sister also. My mom and my younger sister was just wandering around. We just did this for 2 hours. After that we just waited in the waiting area or something for 30 min for the boarding. Afterwards when they&amp;nbsp;announce&amp;nbsp;the boarding of our flight tons of people were in line and my family just waited. Except for me i just went in line my dad just game me my boarding pass and left. So i went ahead to the plane. And went to find my seat. On the way i notice that im the only asian guy there (no racism just saying) I found my seat and there was an&amp;nbsp;Australian&amp;nbsp;guy sitting beside me he kindly went off his chair to let me sit i said thank you to him. Then i notice that im in the wrong seat. And saw my family sitting down looking at me and laughing because im in the wrong seat and that im beside 2 huge Aussies. Its not a really big dead anyway. The flight was 2 hours i just watch a movie on my Iphone and listen to some music. Also there was no tv on the plane. I thought there was&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;on the previous plane from Gold Coast to Sydney there was a tv (another story). But this time there&amp;nbsp;wasn&#39;t. I was kinda&amp;nbsp;disappointed. But o well. It was a 2 hour flight. And the good thing is that its 2 degrees warmer. I was kinda happy about that. Afterwards i got my things and meet with my family and find the driver and go to our hotel. We had room service at the hotel because the&amp;nbsp;restaurant&amp;nbsp;in the hotel was close. But it was alright the food was nice. Afterwards we just slept for tommorow. Also i finally get a bed for me to sleep but i had to share it with my sister though. But it was alright at least i dont have to sleep in the ground anymore.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3115507385853924158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/leaving-sydney-and-hello-gold-coast-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/3115507385853924158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/3115507385853924158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/leaving-sydney-and-hello-gold-coast-day.html' title='Leaving Sydney and hello Gold Coast (Day 4)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-1035112130079728491</id><published>2011-06-12T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T07:28:52.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day in Sydney (Day 3)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Its my last day in Sydney. Before we go to Gold Coast, Australia. When we woke up we just stayed in the hotel until 11. And had breakfast on the way to the pier. To take a ferry to Manly Beach. We just stayed there and look around for a while. And had Lunch there also. Manly Beach was nice though. Afterwards we just headed back to Sydney city. To meet with my other relatives who are also having a vacation here on Australia. we just had a nice dinner on this&amp;nbsp;restaurant&amp;nbsp;but i forgot its name though. But the view was really nice. All we did that day was pretty much just shopping and eating. But we barely bought anything on the stores because everything is to expensive. After we had dinner we just said goodbye to them and went back to the hotel. To get some sleep for tom because were going to Gold Coast the next day.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1035112130079728491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-day-in-sydney-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/1035112130079728491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/1035112130079728491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-day-in-sydney-day-3.html' title='Last day in Sydney (Day 3)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-2733409994299086125</id><published>2011-06-11T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:25:21.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going to Manly Beach - Sydney, Australia (Day 3)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Around 1 in the afternoon. My family and i decided to take a ferry and head to Manly Beach. It took around 20-30 minutes to get there. And the ferry was kinda nice it has a cafe and wi-fi. When we got there well.. not much its just the pier. But when we got out well it was okay. But the first thing we did was head to the beach. There were a lot of people just swimming and surfing also people were having picnics there. But we just sat at a bench and had lunch. We&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;really explore the place. My mom and my sister just went around the one place and went window shopping me my dad and my little sister just eat and play at the beach. Also&amp;nbsp;surprisingly when we went to the sand the sand&amp;nbsp;wasn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;cold it was hot. Maybe&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;of the sun well its not a big deal anyway.&amp;nbsp;After 1-2 hours we left Manly Beach and head back to Sydney city. But manly beach was kinda nice there were a lot of memorial statues about World war 2. Maybe about 2 i think but thats something i wont forget about Manly Beach. Well anyway we left manly beach around 3-4 pm. But Manly Beach was okay though.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2733409994299086125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/going-to-manly-beach-sydney-australia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/2733409994299086125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/2733409994299086125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/going-to-manly-beach-sydney-australia.html' title='going to Manly Beach - Sydney, Australia (Day 3)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-8627896918732323917</id><published>2011-06-10T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T06:41:51.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching a movie on the biggest IMAX Theater on the world!!! - Sydney Australia (Day 2)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My family and I were going to a resturant for dinner. And on the way i saw a Huge IMAX. I really wanted to watch but my uncle told me that its 20 dollars for a ticket and extra 10 for snacks. But i still wanted to go, Cause i know my parents will pay for it. While they were ordering there meals i told my dad that i&#39;ll just watch a movie and eat there while there having dinner and just come back when the movie is done. But my dad simply just said okay without. But i ask him to go with me there. So after he ordered his meal he went with me to the IMAX theater. While we were going there i told my dad that i wanted to watch&amp;nbsp;Pirates of the caribbean since it just came out like a week ago and i really wanted to watch. And by luck when we arrived it was almost gonna start. I knew that since its a Monday night theres barely anybody there watching. So anyway my dad&amp;nbsp;bought me a ticket of the Pirates of the caribbean movie also popcorn and coke and left he also gave me the hotel card in case there not there i&#39;ll just go back to the hotel. I just said yes since its near the Theater and i know how to go there. And i have a phone just in case something happens. My dad left me and i went to the movie theater. When i went there It was really huge i was amazed and impress by the size of the movie screen. Well anyway there were alot of people. Not what i inspected but o well i dont really care anyway. SO when i went to my seat and waited for the movie. When it bagan i was kinda&amp;nbsp;disappointed because they only used half the screen but it was still big anyway. And its not some special IMAX movie anyway. So on the middly of the movie i had to go to the restroom but i tried to hold it. Maybe because i drank alot of coke and water. 10 minutes later i cant hold it and immediently ran to the restroom i felt like i had adrenaline becuse i&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t want to miss anything it took me like 3 minutes to use the restroom and i ran back to the theater i only miss a small part so i was kinda okay. After the movie it was around 9 pm so i knew that they weren&#39;t there anymore. So i was just thinking of going back to the hotel. But to my&amp;nbsp;surprise&amp;nbsp;my family waited for me and we went back to the hotel. On the way they just ask me about the IMAX theater and the movie. We just talk about it and went back to the hotel to get some sleep. When we arrived at the hotel room I had to sleep on the floor becasue theres no more space and the comforter really hurts. I was lying on the floor with a bad comforter with a blanket and a pillow for like 3 hours trying to sleep then i&amp;nbsp;couldn&#39;t take it anymore i just&amp;nbsp;went out and just jump on the bed and sleep. But there was one thing my dad was snoring so loud it was like he was shouting. But anyway I&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t really care and i was able to sleep. On the morning when i woke up i&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t realized it but the &quot;comforter&quot; was just a blanket i was like kinda pissed. But my dad&amp;nbsp;wasn&#39;t around though and when he arrived i forgot about it (at the time). Well The end. And also i watch the movie again in 3D on a regular movie screen to see the part i missed. Back in the&amp;nbsp;Philippines The when i watch it the screen was small and it was harder to see everything, But compare to the IMAX everything was bigger and clearer to see. Maybe because the screen was 4 times the size of the regular movie screen. Anyway The End.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8627896918732323917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/watching-movie-on-biggest-imax-theater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/8627896918732323917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/8627896918732323917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/watching-movie-on-biggest-imax-theater.html' title='Watching a movie on the biggest IMAX Theater on the world!!! - Sydney Australia (Day 2)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-4507612082457409166</id><published>2011-06-10T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T06:05:06.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going around the park - Sydney, Australia (Day 2)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; After my and my family went around the castle in the park. We decided to go around and explore the park. &amp;nbsp;The park was really huge. We saw tons of people sleeping and eating. We&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;really went around since its big we just sit somewhere and rest. Afterwards we just went back to the pier and also look at the Opera House on the way. Thats all we did on the park.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4507612082457409166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/going-around-park-sydney-australia-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/4507612082457409166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/4507612082457409166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/going-around-park-sydney-australia-day.html' title='Going around the park - Sydney, Australia (Day 2)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-3868965425044885775</id><published>2011-06-09T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T08:32:47.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The castle at the park, Sydney, Australia (Day 2)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Me and my family went to the park beside the Opera House My relatives decided to show use to castle in the park. So we walk to the castle. When we arrive at the castle. I was wondering why is there a castle in a park. Then my uncle told me&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;thats where the queen of england stays when she comes to Australia. After that we just went around and we headed to the garden. Sadly we were not allowed to go inside the castle. But at least we were allowed to just look around outside the castle grounds. Well anyway after we look around we all had to go to the Restroom. I decided to call it the &quot;Royal Restroom&quot; since its in a castle. 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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; On the afternoon after we had lunch from the pier. We headed straight to the Opera House. I was really excited to see the Opera House cause its really&amp;nbsp;famous and i always see it at pictures. So i was really looking forward to the Opera House. Once i saw the a glimpse of the Opera House immediently ran toward it. And it looks&amp;nbsp;exactly&amp;nbsp;like the one i saw on pictures only bigger. It was huge and my family decided to go inside to take a look but were not going to watch any plays though. when we went inside i actually&amp;nbsp;doesn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;look much maybe because its just the entrance or Lobby. And we were not allow to go anywhere but the Entrance So i was sort of sad. Anyway we left afterwards we just went around the Opera House (outside) and just took pictures. Afterwards we just left and go to the park. Seeing the Opera House was still worth it. And was better than pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/85556384114598272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/opera-house-sydney-australia-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/85556384114598272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/85556384114598272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/opera-house-sydney-australia-day-2.html' title='The Opera House, Sydney, Australia (Day 2)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgAwcia6sUG-sn-q1miNB8c0MJIsdyfgkxss4dtZVOaoSirQKhbOj6A35aPD3GZ_aMNgwfgGmWdPTi8B7uuwKHvDy6otcELJoLvEubvnV47LL9rN8K7gwvKOR6IA5_ays7jfHWCFjKgyQ/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-7780686879621682709</id><published>2011-06-06T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T02:16:28.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney, Australia (Day 2)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Its our 2nd day of our vacation here on Australia. And as soon as i wake up my back really hurts probrably cause i slept on the ground&amp;nbsp;(No more space on the bed just slept with a pillow, comforter and a blanket on the ground). After that we just stroll around the park and had&amp;nbsp;Breakfast there while waiting for our relatives to tour us Sydney again. Then like around 10 minutes later my relatives showed up but they waited for&amp;nbsp;us to finish our breakfast. Afterwards we were heading for the pier to just look around and also its on the way to the&amp;nbsp;Oprah&amp;nbsp;House. We used&amp;nbsp;the train, The train station looks like the one at New York old school looking. Anyway we used the train and we arrived at the pier. We just&amp;nbsp;look around for a while and we had Lunch, yes we had lunch our breakfast was around 10 30 am. It was 11 when we started having lunch. After That we were heading to the&amp;nbsp;Opera&amp;nbsp;house which i was really looking forward to. But i&#39;ll tell you that in the next Blog.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7780686879621682709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/sydney-australia-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/7780686879621682709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/7780686879621682709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/sydney-australia-day-2.html' title='Sydney, Australia (Day 2)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-1037409831482074379</id><published>2011-06-02T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:59:55.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation at Sydney, Australia (Day 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My family arrived at the Sydney airport from Gold Coast, Australia. But when we arrived it was way colder than Gold Coast and i was still wearing shorts while all my family were all in winter clothes and i was the only one in summer cloths (just a sweater, shirt and shorts.) So i was kinda freezing since it was 15 degrees (30 degrees in the Philippine). Because I thought that it was summer in Australia because it was almost june at that time and it was almost summer in the states. So i thought if it was summer in the states its also summer in Australia. But i was wrong it was almost or already winter&amp;nbsp;season in Australia. And i thought of Australia as a hot place cause people say its hot there and stuff.&amp;nbsp;Anyway I was really excited to see Sydney. Especially the Oprah house. But of course we went to the hotel first. Its kinda nice hotel and the beds were really soft and comfy that when i jump on the bed I instantly feel asleep (Literally maybe took me like 1-5 min.). When i woke up only my mom was in the room my 2 sisters and my dad went to buy some grocery. Which i dont know why they had to cause its a hotel. But anyway they arrived 5 mins later. Then i had to dress up because i we were going to go around with my relatives from Australia. We just went around a mall for lunch and just walk around. Btw all the Aussie&#39;s looks like there all actors and actresses. And since my height is an average asian person. A lot of them were bigger. As we went around Sydney i notice that all the buildings look really nice. As in architectually nice. There was this tall tower but i heard you got to pay like 10 dollars to enter. So we didnt do it. But anyway we just had lunch. which was really expensive it was 150 dollars for all of us (we were 7). And the&amp;nbsp;restaurant&amp;nbsp;wasn&#39;t even that nice. After that we just stroll some more until 5pm. Then we said goodbye to our relatives. But before we left they gave me 150 Australian dollars for my belated birthday which made me happy. They also said that &quot;Theres still more.&quot; which made me even more happy. We said goodbye to them and left. But will see them again&amp;nbsp;tomorrow&amp;nbsp;though. It was 5 and its already night. All the stores and malls were closed. Unlike in the states its just sunset at 8 pm and a lot of malls and stores were still open. But anyway it was sunday and my family is a catholic family so we went to church called the St. Marris Cathedral. Which was really nice. It looks like the one you see at the medieval times also the Choir. Well after that we had dinner and went to bed. I was looking forward for the nice and comfy bed but my dad told me to sleep at the ground cause theres no more space. He told me to be a man and stuff. So i had to slept at the ground with a little comforter and blanket. Which was not comfortable my back hurts when i waked up. Btw the blinds at the windows were automatic which was really cool. Well thats the end of day 1 at Australia here at Sydney. (&lt;b&gt;I took that picture above in case you were wondering.&lt;/b&gt; With my Iphone 4).</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1037409831482074379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/vacation-at-sydney-australia-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/1037409831482074379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/532621311341836685/posts/default/1037409831482074379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinterestinglifestories.blogspot.com/2011/06/vacation-at-sydney-australia-day-1.html' title='Vacation at Sydney, Australia (Day 1)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06619422553068777564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjReQDEZrtPzc76fpA9aPWriVALCa22ME2ITNA4smHKAHXO2Zzkud4PDu1QSYF4IWehz4gif1QH1E6wGryWovCzZRSE-f5Jk9Ug7FK3TjlMCHR9DHSAX5crYtMCF-sdDuP3TsgYsEXmX7E/s72-c/photo1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-532621311341836685.post-1629294419928563959</id><published>2011-06-01T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:24:53.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia, Gold Coast Mess up (Day 1)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; From Malaysia we arrived at Gold Coast, Queensland. I was excited to leave the plane and see Australia. And feel the Australia heat. But when i went outside of the airport it was really cold it was 17 degrees (30 in the Philippines) I really thought that it was gonna be hot cause i was in summer clothes i was wearing shorts and a shirt. At least i had a sweater. My dad told me that it was winter season here at Australia so its really cold and my family except me were all in winter clothes. Well they did told me to that it might be cold at Australia. But i still wear shorts. And i thought that it was summer at Australia cause its almost June and the summer of america is at June. So i really thought that it was gonna be hot, And also summer at Australia but i was wrong its winter season and its cold. After that Something weird happen. We were suppose to land at Sydney. Something must have happened when my parents book the trips and flights. But at least my dad booked a car for us before we arrived at Gold Coast to go to another airport that will take us to Sydney. So we rushed to the car and my dad told the driver to step on it. When we arrived at the airport we were early. So we had enough time for breakfast. When we arrived at the airport i notice that there were alot of good looking people and a lot of them looks like they are actors and actresses, even the janitor (female). So we had Breakfast at the Airport and the food were really expensive. Back at that time i thought that the reason why the food is expensive is because its in the airport. But i know that its really like that. I mean 2 dollars for a bottle of water i was like WTH?. Well after that we went to the plane which is called virgin red. Kinda reminds me of the soda Virgin red. I thought that the Virgin red soda company owns the planes but I think that im wrong cause. They&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;serve it at the plane. But at the plane there was a small tv screen. I thought that its a dvd player. Its actually a TV with channels. I got impressed by it. It was a 1 hour flight to Sydney. BTW were were the only Asians on that plane. When we arrived at Sydney alot of interesting things happened i&#39;ll tell you it in another blog/story. 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