<?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-5096520789397302801</id><updated>2026-03-31T12:35:52.393-07:00</updated><category term="poem"/><category term="poems"/><category term="Relationship"/><category term="Que sera sera"/><category term="haiku"/><category term="poems of my past"/><category term="self-help(^_^)"/><category term="love"/><category term="novel"/><category term="Lessons in Life"/><category term="animals"/><category term="cooking"/><category term="travel"/><category term="blog"/><category term="blogvela"/><category term="love story"/><category term="queation"/><category term="short story"/><category term="Divine Power"/><category term="books"/><category term="festival"/><category term="fiction"/><category term="hobby"/><category term="l"/><category term="love jinglepoetry"/><category term="memoir"/><category term="part 1"/><category term="poetry"/><category term="thursday rally"/><category term="you"/><title type='text'>circle of thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>The site is all about my outlook about life, love, happiness, adventures and failures.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-9069467371942667669</id><published>2012-06-06T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-06T23:48:36.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade 7 Science Modules</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;current=42CirlesDotsALL.gif&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/42CirlesDotsALL.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
 It&#39;s really hard to star the science for grade seven, there is modules that stars with solutions which is not a complete modules.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9069467371942667669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/06/grade-7-science-modules.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/9069467371942667669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/9069467371942667669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/06/grade-7-science-modules.html' title='Grade 7 Science Modules'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/th_42CirlesDotsALL.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-8502794958104785785</id><published>2011-11-10T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T23:56:43.014-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="l"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="novel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="you"/><title type='text'>No You</title><content type='html'>No You&lt;br /&gt;
It feels gloomy looking at the empty chair&lt;br /&gt;
Wondering when will it fill by my pair&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing no sounds of your razzing voice&lt;br /&gt;
There’s no you who’ll mock at my choice&lt;br /&gt;
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Staring at the doors where you hash out&lt;br /&gt;
Thinking of the time that you’ll come out&lt;br /&gt;
For I am homeless when you’re apart&lt;br /&gt;
Lifeless and desolate when you depart&lt;br /&gt;
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Spending my day by myself in distress&lt;br /&gt;
For there’s no you to bung up it with gladness&lt;br /&gt;
For there’s no you to look for my clumsiness&lt;br /&gt;
And no you to share and erase my sadness&lt;br /&gt;
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If there’s no you days seems so longer&lt;br /&gt;
If there’s no you miss is what I always utter&lt;br /&gt;
If there are no you smiles are but shallow&lt;br /&gt;
Coz when you are far I feel so helpless and hallow&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;current=42CirlesDotsALL.gif&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/42CirlesDotsALL.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8502794958104785785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/8502794958104785785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/8502794958104785785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-you.html' title='No You'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/th_42CirlesDotsALL.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-8188139590904132363</id><published>2011-10-11T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T20:24:50.793-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="part 1"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>Part I</title><content type='html'>I was a dim-witted bolshie&lt;br /&gt;
Then you’ve stop by and alter me&lt;br /&gt;
Show me the perfectness in my impurity&lt;br /&gt;
And handle a glimpse of light for me&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;current=42CirlesDotsALL.gif&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/42CirlesDotsALL.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8188139590904132363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/10/part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/8188139590904132363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/8188139590904132363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/10/part-i.html' title='Part I'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/th_42CirlesDotsALL.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-8564751998467041285</id><published>2011-02-07T01:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:25:24.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Blog Blog~~~~~</title><content type='html'>It’s been a long time since I have post on my blog. I really miss blogging but then I have so many deadlines this past month. I don’t even have time to think and to check out my blog… Too many things to think, too goals to achieve, too many assignments that I have to do but now…here I am writing and trying to find time to write what I feel. And now here I am wishing I could spend much time on my hobby. And this is it… Miss my blog friends…if they consider me as one… I just want to tell that I miss you all. I miss jingle poetry….  Miss his site…..  I wish I could be more active… ooopppss it seems that I’m the only person left here in School…. I have to go and study my lesson for tomorrow….Till next time…&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=42CirlesDotsALL.gif&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/42CirlesDotsALL.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8564751998467041285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-blog-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/8564751998467041285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/8564751998467041285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-blog-blog.html' title='Blog Blog Blog~~~~~'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/th_42CirlesDotsALL.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-2262696448174764129</id><published>2011-01-02T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T23:45:33.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macau Fisherman&#39;s Wharf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxDC7b7fxXdE9GMeQ1OZd_60NKOggZ67gCD_FeFM68ajx2SRo7MDvmLTq0VhulpFi0eJkI2Ix2MQ9kkGP29EsUqMumjQz9VRtCokp_ZI7B1QjKN5oX4HVr4KTm3y5le-aJ91X51m8I78lP/s1600/GEDC0673.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxDC7b7fxXdE9GMeQ1OZd_60NKOggZ67gCD_FeFM68ajx2SRo7MDvmLTq0VhulpFi0eJkI2Ix2MQ9kkGP29EsUqMumjQz9VRtCokp_ZI7B1QjKN5oX4HVr4KTm3y5le-aJ91X51m8I78lP/s320/GEDC0673.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;I miss Macau so much!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=42CirlesDotsALL.gif&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Candles of dreams&lt;br /&gt;
Sound of prosperity&lt;br /&gt;
Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;
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Winds passing&lt;br /&gt;
The sky is happy&lt;br /&gt;
Music were playing&lt;br /&gt;
I still remember&lt;br /&gt;
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Red lantern,&lt;br /&gt;
Fireworks all over&lt;br /&gt;
Chopstick on the table&lt;br /&gt;
Circles of friends&lt;br /&gt;
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Foods for the soul&lt;br /&gt;
We’re far apart&lt;br /&gt;
Separated by miles&lt;br /&gt;
I miss it really,&lt;br /&gt;
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Missing all of you&lt;br /&gt;
Songs to sing with you&lt;br /&gt;
Is now declined&lt;br /&gt;
Time for acceptance&lt;br /&gt;
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I miss my chinese friends.Miss spending new year with them....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8682487976209445265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/8682487976209445265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/8682487976209445265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-1606376994193773232</id><published>2010-12-16T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:46:48.114-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogvela"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="novel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short story"/><title type='text'>Law of Interaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Yeah!!! I am running again. I hate to be late. I don’t want to wake up again and face the big stupidity that I’ve done. I enter the elevator without checking whose inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“ Good morning Babe!”,a husky voice said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;The sound of him makes me shivers. It’s only him and I. I didn’t mind him. His hands start to circle on my waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“ Stop it Ryle!!,I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“Don’t you miss it Babe?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“ How can you be so assuring? For God sake Ryle, you’ve left me with nothing!!! You take everything with me. And now I’m already ok, you act as if nothing happened!!, I said in angry voice. I saw sadness in his eyes.. I’ve seen that before,the day he said goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“You didn’t know what had happened Babe”, he said in low voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“ And you also don’t know how did I go on. When you left you take the air that I am breathing. When you told me that you can’t wait that we have to give up you take my life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“I know! That’s why I told you to forget me because there are lots of reasons for that decision Babe”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“ Shut up!!! You have no right to ask me to forget you that moment. Who the hell are you to dictate what I have to feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Ryle moves in front of me. “If you only knew Rain, you will thank me for what I did.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“I’m ok now Ryle. Let’s just finished the project and pretend that we knew each other!” .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“ Damn Rain!!! Stop asking me to pretend that nothing happened between us. Destiny permits us to be together. I have tried to avoid you for quit sometime. This time its faith’s will, just accept it” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“ Oh! Come on Ryle….You don’t believe in it”. I’m staring to cry. “ I told you before we were destined together so there no need for you t give up but you still left me”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Ryle hugs me. I love the feeling. I love the warm coming from his body. I miss his scent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“I’m sorry Babe.” If you only knew that I did it for you to become safe Babe… Ryle said in his mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bernadinesblog.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Visit My Blog&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1606376994193773232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/law-of-interaction.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/1606376994193773232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/1606376994193773232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/law-of-interaction.html' title='Law of Interaction'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-8912178068815564256</id><published>2010-12-14T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:58:21.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Hello Po!!!Gusto ko po sanang makilala kung cnu ung visitor ko fromPaombong Bulacan?&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks po!!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8912178068815564256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/law-of-gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/8912178068815564256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/8912178068815564256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/law-of-gratitude.html' title='Law of Gratitude'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-4361961592674855017</id><published>2010-12-14T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:27:51.543-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship"/><title type='text'>1, 2, 3</title><content type='html'>I made this poem during the first three months together.Bri made a poem during our 4 months and he titled it fantastic four... We&#39;re three years now turning four.... &lt;br /&gt;
1, 2, 3 ooopps were fighting&lt;br /&gt;
With this nonsense simple thing&lt;br /&gt;
1 second of discomfort then three minutes of sweet nothing&lt;br /&gt;
One minute of crying then three hours of laughing&lt;br /&gt;
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We’re confuse in a blink&lt;br /&gt;
Glad we’re peaceful in a click&lt;br /&gt;
There can be one two three thunder in our love &lt;br /&gt;
But we have three ways of conquering the dumb&lt;br /&gt;
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It was not just 1,2,3 doubts and fears&lt;br /&gt;
Yet you’ll still hold and hug me right here&lt;br /&gt;
A 1,2,3 misunderstanding and shouting&lt;br /&gt;
Hope we have lots of 1,2,3 ways of resolving&lt;br /&gt;
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It was 1,2,3 months with you&lt;br /&gt;
I’m indeed happy not just 1,2,3,&lt;br /&gt;
It will not going to be 1,2,3, of darkness&lt;br /&gt;
Coz there will be an infinite light of eternity&lt;br /&gt;
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It will be never ending struggle&lt;br /&gt;
Caring and loving each other in 1,2,3 of forever&lt;br /&gt;
Coz having you in my life&lt;br /&gt;
Is the most precious gift I have received&lt;br /&gt;
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Try &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5096520789397302801&amp;postID=3684932106192792052&quot;&gt;Fantastic Four&lt;/a&gt; A poem made by bri...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4361961592674855017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-2-3.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/4361961592674855017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/4361961592674855017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-2-3.html' title='1, 2, 3'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-4221371831804265848</id><published>2010-12-13T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:09:32.253-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hobby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love jinglepoetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship"/><title type='text'>My Passion Is You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What passion will I ever want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Whereas I only want to think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What hobby can help me out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Of the thoughts of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If I try to watch movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Will I forget you a while?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If I listen to the radio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Will I not hear your voice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If I attempt to paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Will I not think of our dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If I will go swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Will I not feel you’re not with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What will I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If you are my passion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;For my life is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My thoughts is you&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4221371831804265848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-passion-is-you.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/4221371831804265848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/4221371831804265848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-passion-is-you.html' title='My Passion Is You'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-810697434160672645</id><published>2010-12-10T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T21:07:09.298-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons in Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memoir"/><title type='text'>The First Glimpse of a False Fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;current=42CirlesDotsALL.gif&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/42CirlesDotsALL.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The First Glimpse of a False Fairytale&lt;br /&gt;
The paramount things the could happen to someone’s life is to feel contented of what she had. Life is not the easy to dwell with. After hardworks in schools, you’ll have to face the veracity. The true world of a human life. The world that will mold her as a human thru experiences in works and love life. No matter how hard you day was in your daily work, life gets easier when you find your prince charming. Yeah!!! Such a nice thing to happen. Every person will always love to have a fairytale that is happening to us. &lt;br /&gt;
It’s always feel good at first. Thinking your life won’t be the same again if you loose him. Oh yes!!!! Such a cliche. I hate to think that somewhere in my  life my dream fairytale came true. It was months of contentment and happiness…. But then there such things that was not meant to be most especially if both of you can’t fight the evil coming….and the worst part of it… if one of you gave up easily…. And to make your world more miserable you mess up your life. You busted everything because of your stupidity that you can’t go on without him… Sad isn’t it? There will always come a time that you think you have loose everything when you lost him and because you are so vulnerable you let yourself trap in the dark making your most dangerous and idiot decision that brought pain and sufferings. How cruel!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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After sometimes you’ll find yourself thinking and wishing you’ve done better that loosing all the virtues and righteousness that you have. Thinking to avenge to your prince charming who ruined your stupid life. Unfortunately, no matter how you feel mad at him,… you’ll find yourself blaming your real self for being so deaden and moron that time.&lt;br /&gt;
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That was a bogus fairytale…For the prince charming is an charlatan of love. Now I’m here…thinking of what I have at this moment of my life. For God gave someone who will cover me with white cloth of compassion  that he has…Imagine after years of darkness a white knight will come to erase the dimness of your past…</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/810697434160672645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-glimpse-of-false-fairytale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/810697434160672645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/810697434160672645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-glimpse-of-false-fairytale.html' title='The First Glimpse of a False Fairytale'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/th_42CirlesDotsALL.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-6530080487038293253</id><published>2010-12-06T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:07:30.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELEMENTS OF POETRY EXAMS</title><content type='html'>I Babbage, you have to answer the following exercises. Print and answer it. Submit it tome on friday Dec. 10 2010.Enjoy your activity.&lt;br /&gt;
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Name:________________________&lt;br /&gt;
Yr and Section:________________&lt;br /&gt;
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I. Sounds. Encircle the words that show Alliteration, Assonance and Onomatopoeia. On the space provided before the number write As for assonance, Al for alliteration and On for Onomatopoeia &lt;br /&gt;
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____1The tuba oomphs, the flutes tweet-tweet.&lt;br /&gt;
____2. The bells in the steeples cling-clanged, telling people it was time to be up and about. &lt;br /&gt;
____3. Break, break, break. On the cold gray stones, O sea!&lt;br /&gt;
____4. I saw the soft and nearly imperceptible waving of the sable draperies.&lt;br /&gt;
____5. A beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves a grain.&lt;br /&gt;
____6. There once was a witch of willow by wood, and a weird wild witch was she.&lt;br /&gt;
____7. All that day Hugh sat at the clearing’s edge, still as stone.&lt;br /&gt;
____8. Rain, rain, go away.&lt;br /&gt;
____9. And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting&lt;br /&gt;
____10. Hush, hush, that’s the way it goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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II. Show the rhyme scheme of the following by writing the letters at the end of each line.&lt;br /&gt;
1.Whose woods these are I think I know____ &lt;br /&gt;
His house is in the village though;____  &lt;br /&gt;
He will not see me stopping here_____  &lt;br /&gt;
To watch his woods fill up with snow .____ &lt;br /&gt;
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2. The tide rises, tide falls,______&lt;br /&gt;
The twilight darkens, the   curlew calls_____&lt;br /&gt;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown____&lt;br /&gt;
The traveler hastens toward the town____&lt;br /&gt;
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III. Give the theme of the poem Maria Clara Song &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Maria Clara Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Sweet the hours in the native country, &lt;br /&gt;
where friendly shines the sun above! &lt;br /&gt;
Life is the breeze that sweeps the meadows; &lt;br /&gt;
tranquil is death; most tender, love. &lt;br /&gt;
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Warm kisses on the lips are playing &lt;br /&gt;
as we awake to mother&#39;s face: &lt;br /&gt;
the arms are seeking to embrace her, &lt;br /&gt;
the eyes are smiling as they gaze. &lt;br /&gt;
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How sweet to die for the native country, &lt;br /&gt;
where friendly shines the sun above! &lt;br /&gt;
Death is the breeze for him who has &lt;br /&gt;
no country, no mother, and no love!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6530080487038293253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/elements-of-poetry-exams.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/6530080487038293253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/6530080487038293253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/elements-of-poetry-exams.html' title='ELEMENTS OF POETRY EXAMS'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-4788566732080218474</id><published>2010-12-02T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:57:48.918-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogvela"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="novel"/><title type='text'>The Glimpse</title><content type='html'>I restlessly sat down on my car. I feel so tired. The wound I have before is starting to ache. I close my eyes and see the glimpse of the past.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m excited today. The management will post the qualified students that will be given a chance to go to San Fancisco California for one month training in designs. I scroll down the list of names and I am starting to lose my hope as I didn’t saw mine. Pain and disappointment runs all over my body. Oh I feel that my tears are running down my face before someone notices me I decided to hug and engraved my face in his chest. I feel the man was shock by my action. But I have no choice and I have no intentions to pull myself and let other people saw how desperate I am. Yeah!! I’m so desperate. It’s a chance of a lifetime. I’m not rich; I’m only a scholar student in this exclusive school. To go to other country will be the least thing that I can do. I feel the man’s hand on my arms as he said “ Miss, get of your face on my chest. You are ruining my uniform”.&lt;br /&gt;
“ Please, get me out of this place”, I pleaded with a sob. The man followed what I said.&lt;br /&gt;
“We’re now alone, you can now take you body off me”, he said&lt;br /&gt;
I let go and glance at the man’s face and found out who was in front of me. The famous Ryle Quinto. Shit! I curse. Of all the people….  &lt;br /&gt;
“Nice style huh?” he teased.&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s not style, I would do the same thing even if it’s not you!!!Playboy!!”&lt;br /&gt;
“ Oh come on babe..” Ryle can’t help his self but to stare at the girls simple yet pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;
“Shut up! I’m sorry and thank you!!” I start to walk away from him but he is holding my left arms.&lt;br /&gt;
“ Don’t you think that you have to pay the damaged that you&#39;ve done on my reputation?” he hiss.&lt;br /&gt;
“ Oh come on Mr. Quinto. I didn’t done anything wrong with you”&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; alright I will wash your very clean uniform.But...&quot;before I finish my statement he already carry me. He is son strong and fast before I realized I am now sitting inside his car.&lt;br /&gt;
I was about to open my mouth but the moron has stopped me by blocking my mouth with his hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; Don&#39;t you think that it&#39;s my time to avenge on you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; Oh come on...It&#39;s not my fault;t that I was sitting beside you that moment you experienced you first ride of the MRT and you throw out everything just because yor allergic of that smell&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; It&#39;s not my point. What I hate about you is when you carelessly make me more dirtier than ever!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Shut up!!! We&#39;re both dirty&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Can you just at least be friendly with me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; I am friendly&quot; then I bite his finger.&lt;br /&gt;
He shout in pain.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4788566732080218474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/glimpse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/4788566732080218474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/4788566732080218474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/glimpse.html' title='The Glimpse'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-1133602638573290663</id><published>2010-11-30T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:33:58.687-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="haiku"/><title type='text'>Macau Tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ABC Wednesday - T!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2DNIqZsPC9lPSP8z3OQTYpMUKvBwYZi3MpppGBabW67imY1kl9pnBlg-oxoGU_J7ZDXoZFfltGUjKWAgKMQ6Ghxk19BgNRuySEsVlWLFzd9QAVZ5HxdB66UpBc_UeYrZP86sHBnbOQkv/s1600/DSC00125.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2DNIqZsPC9lPSP8z3OQTYpMUKvBwYZi3MpppGBabW67imY1kl9pnBlg-oxoGU_J7ZDXoZFfltGUjKWAgKMQ6Ghxk19BgNRuySEsVlWLFzd9QAVZ5HxdB66UpBc_UeYrZP86sHBnbOQkv/s320/DSC00125.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
T is for Tower&lt;br /&gt;
This is the photo I took when I was still in Macau...&lt;br /&gt;
Such a lovely place to be....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1133602638573290663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/macau-tower.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/1133602638573290663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/1133602638573290663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/macau-tower.html' title='Macau Tower'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2DNIqZsPC9lPSP8z3OQTYpMUKvBwYZi3MpppGBabW67imY1kl9pnBlg-oxoGU_J7ZDXoZFfltGUjKWAgKMQ6Ghxk19BgNRuySEsVlWLFzd9QAVZ5HxdB66UpBc_UeYrZP86sHBnbOQkv/s72-c/DSC00125.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-2478864046853591618</id><published>2010-11-30T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:51:37.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A. The Taste of First Loose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/p/my-memoirs.html&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Memoirs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was in fourth year high school, every year there was an election for the Student Council Organization. I used to won from first year to third year. We have a meeting for the two parties that will be campaigning for the Student Council; no body wants to fight with me. Our teacher asked a third year students to run for the president as my opponent but she doesn’t want to. I feel proud and confident that I might be the president because no body wants to fight with me until a group of my classmates convinced our principal’s son to run for it. Guess what happen? I lost the election. I went home. As my mother approaches me tears are already falling in my eyes. It was the first taste of loosing something that you didn’t even expect to happen. &lt;br /&gt;
One thing I realized “sometimes we have to experience to loose something to let us remember that not all things are made for you”.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2478864046853591618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/the-taste-of-first-loose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/2478864046853591618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/2478864046853591618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/the-taste-of-first-loose.html' title='A. The Taste of First Loose'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-7796942551526650396</id><published>2010-11-30T05:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:33:49.351-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="haiku"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems"/><title type='text'>Golden York</title><content type='html'>Your future is gazing into you&lt;br /&gt;
Like the rays of the yellow sunlight&lt;br /&gt;
The bluish ocean of your dream is waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;
Are you now ready for your flight?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hear your reverie’s whisper&lt;br /&gt;
As your tomorrow’s harmony whistles&lt;br /&gt;
The sirens of your dreams are coming&lt;br /&gt;
May be it’s time to get you starting&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Feel the warm breeze of perseverance&lt;br /&gt;
That your body’s need to enhance&lt;br /&gt;
Embrace the temperate soul of hard work&lt;br /&gt;
To reach the golden York</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7796942551526650396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/golden-york.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/7796942551526650396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/7796942551526650396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/golden-york.html' title='Golden York'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-2108721269445691584</id><published>2010-11-24T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:36:14.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Properties</title><content type='html'>Activity 1&lt;br /&gt;
Gas Properties&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
I. Objective&lt;br /&gt;
 To identify and explain the properties of a gas.&lt;br /&gt;
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II. Procedures&lt;br /&gt;
Kinetic Molecular Theory &lt;br /&gt;
1. Gases are made up of very small particles called molecules. &lt;br /&gt;
2. Molecules of gases are in constant random motion. &lt;br /&gt;
3. Gases do not have definite shape and volume.&lt;br /&gt;
 Question no.1.&lt;br /&gt;
How can you determine the shape of the &lt;br /&gt;
B. Put check before the number if you agree with the statement and cross if not.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
_____a. Air is transparent materials.&lt;br /&gt;
_____b. Gases like air are weightless.&lt;br /&gt;
_____c. Gases like air are colorless, odorless, and tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;
_____d. You could survive for a few weeks without food, a few days without water but only a few minutes without air.&lt;br /&gt;
_____e. After walking for two hours, Ramona was so thirsty that she drank a glass of water to the last drop. Is the glass really empty?&lt;br /&gt;
_____f. Clean unpolluted air is a pure substance.&lt;br /&gt;
_____g. Air is cleaner in the countryside than in the big city.&lt;br /&gt;
_____h. Atmospheric pressure goes on downward directions only.&lt;br /&gt;
_____i. The shape and size of toy balloons depend on the kind of gas inside the balloons.&lt;br /&gt;
_____j. More air can be pumped or pushed into bicycle tire or a basketball.&lt;br /&gt;
_____k. There is no limit to the amount of air that can be pumped into a bicycle tire.&lt;br /&gt;
_____l. Smoke and hot gases tends to go upwards.&lt;br /&gt;
_____m. The trained dog’s keen sense of smell helps the police detect hidden drugs or explosives.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Diffusion is the ability of a gas to scatter in space.&lt;br /&gt;
. Effusion is the ability of a gas to escape through one opening.&lt;br /&gt;
Question&lt;br /&gt;
Give examples of effusion.&lt;br /&gt;
III. Generalization</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2108721269445691584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/gas-properties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/2108721269445691584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/2108721269445691584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/gas-properties.html' title='Gas Properties'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-5618985524351539263</id><published>2010-11-24T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:33:49.352-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="haiku"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems"/><title type='text'>Advance pander shuffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFQAqKTYFB_dkkUp93YSyUuxa5SQGYP6lgxptc_Bke6THbp_0ihN55K5Vlmh-7tJiEwWwls94UBp8mM-UM6izAn9PPE396BhoxZvGoiQ0HUZICIaJSZbwTq0azlC3UQFThts25edybpv4/s1600/3wordwednesday.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFQAqKTYFB_dkkUp93YSyUuxa5SQGYP6lgxptc_Bke6THbp_0ihN55K5Vlmh-7tJiEwWwls94UBp8mM-UM6izAn9PPE396BhoxZvGoiQ0HUZICIaJSZbwTq0azlC3UQFThts25edybpv4/s1600/3wordwednesday.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To &lt;b&gt;pande&lt;/b&gt;r the rain&lt;br /&gt;
and the thoughts to be&lt;b&gt; shuffle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now &lt;b&gt;advance&lt;/b&gt; and excel</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5618985524351539263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/advance-pander-shuffle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/5618985524351539263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/5618985524351539263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/advance-pander-shuffle.html' title='Advance pander shuffle'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFQAqKTYFB_dkkUp93YSyUuxa5SQGYP6lgxptc_Bke6THbp_0ihN55K5Vlmh-7tJiEwWwls94UBp8mM-UM6izAn9PPE396BhoxZvGoiQ0HUZICIaJSZbwTq0azlC3UQFThts25edybpv4/s72-c/3wordwednesday.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-5093620444103438996</id><published>2010-11-24T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:09:56.625-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thursday rally"/><title type='text'>Shamevonipa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shadows,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop following &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;For I’m tired or running&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me escaped you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;For I’m nearly dying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop reminding me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;For I’m sick of thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Detach from my mind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;For your virus is infecting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voices&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sealed your mouth &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your screamed is threatening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now stop whisperings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words that are deadly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nightmare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop killing me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;For I’m trying to revive again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get out of my sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;And let me rest for sometime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Past&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop blocking my way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;For I want to move ahead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop clinging to my soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;For I hate to be a part of you anymore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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I hurriedly run as I reach the entrance of the building. I am one of the interior designers of our company. I am pushing the button of the elevator when I heard the familiar voice. I can’t be mistaken. The thought of him makes my knees tremble. I enter the elevator and hurriedly close the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;As I reach the main hall for the opening event, my secretary approaches me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;“ Maam,Mr. De Lima is looking for you. The event has been started for almost&amp;nbsp; thirty minutes.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;I was about to open my mouth when I hear Mr.De Lima. “Oh ladies and gentlemen, I want to present you the interior designer of these units, the very gorgeous and famous Ms. Rain Villania. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;Oh well, now I’m gorgeous. I wave my hand and smile to the guest and feel shock to see who was coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;“Oh and here are our new architects who will be doing the newest project of the BRI Multi Company, Mr. Ryle Quinto.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;Oh God, and now he will be going to be a part of the team. I cursed. Wishing I have a choice of not to see him always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;I feel relieved as the opening ceremony has ended. I drink a glass of champagne when Mr.De Lima called me. “ Ms.Villania, have you met Mr. Quinto? He will be working with you on the projects in the Vain Countryside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;Damn! I told myself. This can’t be happening! I saw how Ryle looks at me as if estimating what I am feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;“Mr. De Lima, I thought you already signed my vacation leave for a months.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;“Oh darling I’m sorry but the Vain Countryside can’t wait for one month” he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;I sigh desperately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;“Don’t you think that we are very good together Ms. Villania?”, I heard him ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;I’m glad that we’re now alone. “You already knew the answer Mr. Quinto, I don’t think I have to answer it.”, I tried to walk and join my other co-employees but the nerd hold me in my arms and whispers “ Don’t you dare walk Baby….”,his voice is so warm, it’s inviting. A ghost bumps rolled over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;“Shut up Ryle! You know that I hate to see you and most of all to work with you!”, I whisper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;“Yeah! I know that’s why you turn down every project that will connect you with me… But I guess you can’t do it anymore Babe” he whisper in his very sexy voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;“Oh come on Ryle… You we’re the first one who run away. And now you are running towards me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;“Wooh! Who said I did it to be with you. I didn’t know you are still working here. I heard the news that you went out of a country for almost two years….”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;“Get your hand off me Ryle, you are now making a scene. His hand is almost squeezing me so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;“I also hate to see you now Babe….It’s fate who is trying to bind us together,” he said and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;I take a zip of the remaining wine. Suddenly I feel the pain I felt before…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I Faith&#39;s Caprices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: magenta; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;III &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Glimpse &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4807286986692323635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/unexpected.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/4807286986692323635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/4807286986692323635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/unexpected.html' title='The Unexpected'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-6498264919053723115</id><published>2010-11-21T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:12:08.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BLOGVELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: magenta; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; Faith&#39;s Caprices&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;“I’ve asked you to marry me for the nth time because I am so scared that this day will come. That I will be taken away from you by the shadows of my past to get me back in track again of what should be”,I told him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I know my revelation will breaks him into pieces but I have to burst it out. I know I busted him…. But I have no choice. I’ve given him enough time to have me… I’ve given him too many chances to take me to forever. For I have this feeling that faith will grasp me to the world that will confuse me. I waited long enough for him to bind me with him but he is so damn busy waiting for his pot of luck. He starts to move away from me…. I know he’s starting to cry. It hurts me to see him hurting and breaking into pieces. I hate seeing him like this. I’m feeling more than the weight of his pain. Tears are falling down from my eyes. He caught me in act.. And before I stop my stupidity he came only to realize that what he is looking, will kill him forever. I want to stop this day to happen…. But faith has said it all... Faith let it happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;“What now? I’m just your meal ticket? I’m your jacket when you’re cold? How could you do this to me?” every word he said is breaking me into pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;“I told you I love you… I still do… I just don’t know how much”, that was a very honest statement. I know I have been in loved with him and still in love with him. But I was trap in the feelings of confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;“How long have you been seeing him? How long have you been sharing your laughs with him,” I can see how much he is mad at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;“I’m telling you the truth; I don’t have intentions of having him or to be with him. It was faith’s caprice.” I whisper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;“Then tell me how that your so called faith’s caprices brought your together”, he tiredly said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: magenta; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Next:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/goog_596384145&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/unexpected.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt; The Unexpected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: magenta;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6498264919053723115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-blogvela.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/6498264919053723115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/6498264919053723115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-blogvela.html' title='My BLOGVELA'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-5528711162235565889</id><published>2010-11-21T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T04:42:20.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Wave your wand to the sky&lt;br /&gt;
Let the knowledge fly&lt;br /&gt;
For the fairy has come&lt;br /&gt;
To grant your wish and be calm&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sorcerer will show you how&lt;br /&gt;
To developed you into a man&lt;br /&gt;
Who’ll be the world’s treasure?&lt;br /&gt;
And be a man of honor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The magic that you’ll be having&lt;br /&gt;
Will sprout while you are growing&lt;br /&gt;
For the world wishes you&lt;br /&gt;
To be excellent in everything&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Light up the torch of the universe&lt;br /&gt;
Sprinkle the magic in everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
For the earth is waiting&lt;br /&gt;
The miracle you’ll be doing&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;A Place For Poets to Share and Encourage&quot;&gt; &lt;img alt=&quot;Jingle Poetry&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://memoirofsonia.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/jinglepoetry.png&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This poem is entered for Monday Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry and the theme for this week is magic and miracle, wizardry and wonder</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5528711162235565889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-be.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/5528711162235565889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/5528711162235565889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-be.html' title='&lt;b&gt;To Be&lt;/b&gt;.....'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-4273912934955487586</id><published>2010-11-19T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T04:43:14.087-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cooking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="haiku"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="queation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Variety of Feelings &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Scared of walking alone&lt;br /&gt;
Frightened of being flown&lt;br /&gt;
Because of what you’ve blown&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dignified by your word&lt;br /&gt;
Busted by your action&lt;br /&gt;
Because you left me on board&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A blissful soul came&lt;br /&gt;
To calm and tame&lt;br /&gt;
Now a start of flame&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Burn the pain&lt;br /&gt;
Erase the scars I gain&lt;br /&gt;
Clean me up to vain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Revive me from dying&lt;br /&gt;
Save me from sinking&lt;br /&gt;
Flee me from bursting&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now glad to be free&lt;br /&gt;
For you embrace me with glee&lt;br /&gt;
For the bliss has arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4273912934955487586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/quest-of-feelings.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/4273912934955487586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/4273912934955487586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/quest-of-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-4333107983349570454</id><published>2010-11-18T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:02:49.751-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cooking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="haiku"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-VmbWg2roE7xv2Ly7ll68Ap5W4SAxs4zwEdAzj4sHduzqiVGUrOpLiOvSP_QSr7E6VKadf-DaqatEXx_Y_Ftamc7pWQdJVYhhGY_GAFpbLwmCRhpzbZ9xN-yjX99sTgM7Rlf6P4gHHhd/s1600/chinese-food-definitions.s600x600.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;212&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-VmbWg2roE7xv2Ly7ll68Ap5W4SAxs4zwEdAzj4sHduzqiVGUrOpLiOvSP_QSr7E6VKadf-DaqatEXx_Y_Ftamc7pWQdJVYhhGY_GAFpbLwmCRhpzbZ9xN-yjX99sTgM7Rlf6P4gHHhd/s320/chinese-food-definitions.s600x600.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/bhabyhaisley_19/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=42CirlesDotsALL.gif&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Love chinese food... I hope I can come back in Macau again.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4333107983349570454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-chinese-food.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/4333107983349570454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/4333107983349570454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-chinese-food.html' title=''/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-VmbWg2roE7xv2Ly7ll68Ap5W4SAxs4zwEdAzj4sHduzqiVGUrOpLiOvSP_QSr7E6VKadf-DaqatEXx_Y_Ftamc7pWQdJVYhhGY_GAFpbLwmCRhpzbZ9xN-yjX99sTgM7Rlf6P4gHHhd/s72-c/chinese-food-definitions.s600x600.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096520789397302801.post-5748060120530453827</id><published>2010-11-17T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:57:04.304-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems"/><title type='text'>3WW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4O-afKVU1dgua6YQdIA3gmbmUGBb03EXtJg7HD7F47BHE9pEYXG_-ie_3xk8zEILriYY93U_IdE-RYqk7P4_-IZwUklvT9RQsKj-IkZyAURZNGJmzWemRhcNCXv2QyfYjuZxEmufk90Yc/s1600/3wordwednesday.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4O-afKVU1dgua6YQdIA3gmbmUGBb03EXtJg7HD7F47BHE9pEYXG_-ie_3xk8zEILriYY93U_IdE-RYqk7P4_-IZwUklvT9RQsKj-IkZyAURZNGJmzWemRhcNCXv2QyfYjuZxEmufk90Yc/s1600/3wordwednesday.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clutch, delight, Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;To &lt;b&gt;clutch&lt;/b&gt; the rays of success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And find the &lt;b&gt;delight&lt;/b&gt; of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Run to your &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt; dreams..&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5748060120530453827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/3ww_17.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/5748060120530453827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096520789397302801/posts/default/5748060120530453827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scjcircleofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/3ww_17.html' title='3WW'/><author><name>haisley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09516159252772906193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDlPBLrSe14No3oTt48vcAd1D7HNCddU0blXBk_geEyOw6FpyIidZwsVf0YjWBabjn3Ynx_FrhYGS1avW7mjebkJ-mvSmMlzqHAnYQNCXBsgzEc9OJKCl9Efo-q4Tz7s/s220/DSC00956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4O-afKVU1dgua6YQdIA3gmbmUGBb03EXtJg7HD7F47BHE9pEYXG_-ie_3xk8zEILriYY93U_IdE-RYqk7P4_-IZwUklvT9RQsKj-IkZyAURZNGJmzWemRhcNCXv2QyfYjuZxEmufk90Yc/s72-c/3wordwednesday.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>