<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:32:53 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>2009</category><category>Another week -May 18</category><category>First one-May 9</category><category>Loving - June 1</category><category>ME - June 20</category><category>No more Love - June 4</category><category>Single guy</category><category>Still -May 23</category><category>Talk - June 15</category><title>Cylver&#39;s Life</title><description></description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-7299358773934348745</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 09:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-12T02:34:45.372-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.AWSurveys.com/HomeMain.cfm?RefID=Cylver&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.AWSurveys.com/Pictures/AWS_ad3_150by150.jpg&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; height=&quot;150&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-2072583672800749379</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 22:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-28T16:16:27.158-07:00</atom:updated><title>Shopping or looking for that thing you need?</title><description>Been going through a lot of questions where to find that one product, that part for your car, sport equipments, toys to anything you are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;I have always gone through a lot of sites and sometimes it takes me hours on the computer just to find the one website that would provide me all I need and is user/customer friendly. &lt;br /&gt;A website that is easy to go through and search for stuff you need and want. Payment not only easy to go through but also secure and can deliver. &lt;br /&gt;I found it and everything, click on this word &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.become.com/&quot;&gt;shopping&lt;/a&gt; and you will find that thing you need the most.</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2011/06/shopping-or-looking-for-that-thing-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-8907744717490105605</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 May 2011 18:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-24T11:29:14.734-07:00</atom:updated><title>Want Blogs ?</title><description>For advertisers if you may have a need for someone to advertise your products blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogsvertise.com/?rid=b60574&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.blogsvertise.com/images/ads/advertising/150x150_2c.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Blogger Ads&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2011/05/want-blogs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-8143889832257822970</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Apr 2011 12:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-11T10:57:37.250-07:00</atom:updated><title>Working out to be healthy</title><description>Nowadays people had been more into fitness, and health. Whether it be from sports or being a sweat buff in the gym or simply working out at home, people have ways to get fit. &lt;br /&gt;From the food, diets and supplements they digest just to make sure things are working well and waist-bust and buns are what they should look like all the time. It does not matter whether if you are in your teens or 60’s. Getting fit, healthy is one way of making sure you can enjoy life without worries. People that are health conscious are less prone to illness and getting sick. &lt;br /&gt;But also some push the limits and use fitness as a tool and a career. Either you are into modeling, acting, a public figure or athlete, all prone to injury. Need to stay fit being at their best are one of the things they need to make sure do they can play and perform well, especially when people look up to them as icons, they present themselves well. These people do not only have routine diets but also work out and spend hours in the gym with instructors. Some may also have equipments at home or with them always, due to their busy schedules.  &lt;br /&gt;In short, Health is important. I can never stress the importance of it and the benefit you can earn by eating and living healthy. Try to look at the mirror and ask yourself had you been healthy, and do you feel and look healthy? If not maybe you need to start thinking healthy and do something about it… Life is short and we have to take care of it to enjoy it. Who said being healthy and fit has to be dull?&lt;br /&gt;Check out these sites to get you ideas and tools to make you into that healthy and happy you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&#39;re looking for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sports-and-outdoors.become.com/olympic-weight-set&quot;&gt;Olympic weight set&lt;/a&gt; or had a writs injury and need a &lt;a href=&quot;http://health-and-beauty.become.com/wrist-brace&quot;&gt;Wrist brace&lt;/a&gt; or if you are more into golfing &lt;a href=&quot;http://sports-and-outdoors.become.com/golf&quot;&gt;Wilson golf clubs&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2011/04/working-out-to-be-healthy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-2411615883194377830</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2011 23:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-28T16:02:25.055-08:00</atom:updated><title>I will find my battle and conquer them all...</title><description>Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/HO4v0fHDJco?fs=1&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowFullScreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-will-find-my-battle-and-conquer-them.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/HO4v0fHDJco/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-7964406865232711260</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2011 23:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-28T15:54:55.711-08:00</atom:updated><title>Let&#39;s try again?</title><description>It had been a while since the last time I wrote a piece here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here again to write about how things I feel. And I feel like jumping off a building. I hate my life... I&#39;m tired so tired of things that does not go your way. But hey maybe your thinking, &quot; this guys has some issues and problems&quot;. Yes I think I do, and it really bugs me a lot. I want to scream so loud and express my anger... I am so fucked up ( sorry for the word ). But I feel so shitty. I want to feel pain, feel the pinch of pain on my skin rather than the stroke of punches to my heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;Am I not a person worth of anything. Don&#39;t I deserve happiness as well? I did almost everything why for them. Is my happiness a big thing that no one can give it to me, when will I find it. I thought I did seems like the issue is totally different from the idea I had once.</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-try-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-6250734597348585302</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2010 20:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-08T12:34:36.245-08:00</atom:updated><title>When do you find happiness</title><description>When you think you found someone that completes you.&lt;br /&gt;When you think all seem so easy and happiness is just an arms length away.&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think things could not be more perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Then you see that it&#39;s not... All the while thinking things are OK.&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so deeply, yet things still go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;When you find something precious, then it turns to stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do other people ruin such feelings. Can&#39;t we just stay happy the way we are and stay together against the world. Whatever they present or put up to hold us back, let&#39;s go through it together.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hold my hand and have no fear, cause I will never let anyone hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;I shall &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;shield&lt;/span&gt; you from the storm and keep you warm.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to be afraid off cause I will be here to work things out.</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-do-you-find-happiness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-365991037256679336</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2010 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-03T12:15:32.687-08:00</atom:updated><title>Questions...</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;I have doubts and fears but you led them away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;I have questions and hoax, of being alone once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;Love was the last thing in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;Something no one every said that I could find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;All I would say... Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;I just pray that god guides me in everything that I come up with in this life...&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2010/12/questions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-4076056861049108620</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 22:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-10T15:46:03.127-07:00</atom:updated><title>Wait...</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0C56SGcyvh6PwPH28QCA6TTRpcx98YxpUqZCJwxIx70O5RC1echlTsQmna-MiIzCKrWaBz7b42Z3eoLSZYHy-cTtaCDrWl2Jh7dgGVdQ41EebMTz0J5TlRKQGQAVpO7Ia4b1pGnuhyw/s1600/rose.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503915980237718370&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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I just don&#39;t know, It must be something about this day that makes me feel off. Never in my 26 years of living had I ever thought of making my birthday a grand one.&lt;br /&gt;But I appreciate all the friends and people that have reached out for this day. Everything that they have given me is a treasure and I accept them with all my heart. I am very happy to have friends like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys... you gave meaning to my birthday. I will forever hold all the things you&#39;ve given and done for me a treasure.</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-1046473013785695776</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-15T10:32:41.052-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happiness seems to be coming...</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;I have seen a lot of things in my life, and with each passing moment I grow tired of the things that happen. Life is what people say it is, that it&#39;s a continuous cycle of a never ending thing. The kind that seems to slow down but never stops for anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;I am tired of it, but life as they say goes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;But now for me, it&#39;s different. I have something to look forward to, this is a gift that made me very happy and confused, excited but scared. Afraid but joyous to have it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;I am still fighting to have it, may god give it to me fully as I&#39;ve longed for something like this to happen and to be given to me. A gift I am more than willing to accept, and will treasure for all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;I pray that the fruit may bear the true essence of the meaning, and be able to see the world as I see it. :)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2010/03/happiness-seems-to-be-coming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-3673572129297573286</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-10T10:07:08.929-08:00</atom:updated><title>Boracay 2nd time around</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI13szQnsJzQ7qblpyGKQqqADkx01XztZOGrtORtqpCUDrDB2h4XNfUo8F7CdzbJlOoLBlByk1gYFUYvJ5feoH0lbj9sIeG5XuYsoiqGQJG8DYT-hbijgKudnOODgsAvshOSySGrkIdQ/s1600-h/IMG_4825.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436673401775428754&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI13szQnsJzQ7qblpyGKQqqADkx01XztZOGrtORtqpCUDrDB2h4XNfUo8F7CdzbJlOoLBlByk1gYFUYvJ5feoH0lbj9sIeG5XuYsoiqGQJG8DYT-hbijgKudnOODgsAvshOSySGrkIdQ/s320/IMG_4825.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best time in Boracay when I went there for the first time with my friend. Now for the 2nd time, It still is the best beach for me. Fine white sands,clear blue waters and great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436673678096593154&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl9tuJeikZ1W4Vs4NZVmWlWnoWZltbjUTAEHbu_GVDizuPVCd4usBvLawnWCad82HA1ukC9OsQ59o8c0d7x_0pOvyyxY7W2jb7eg4-dthRHgrb85gdEOkIcjTcNhObFTIUQdCDRUm20w/s320/IMG_4850.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt; &lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436676304634918882&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDFCdWw9hubxiU8lilmIdXUquwh9zYgwZA33FF4k23A-Rky25AqsUl6okyTCrhfTCnIrFym0iOoLH9y8V7TlNo3CM_ojyfQM02Qms-8loDqDkZRwLYT_c52z6Y-ciIGjOMeeyLPc1Dg/s320/IMG_4846.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was awesome,and the whole feeling of having a moment in paradise is always a welcome and a great experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436674115149784482&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVkhrctnmkSJlSCOXGfkcbZcM1g8rur0Okn70xitNdOT2j7tJabQOynUiklmll8E8xen27YQ-jbZIFGwPjuNtQ-0ZPV06qcUTI31i0FSRlK_RQyNhEg14HUsZOnM_6FJSQRowovQhrA/s320/IMG_4955.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436676786703601538&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGZoraWeyL1hHUKoRCBb2Bfbz3jXtVWCUZZV2pfdPruBchSf8bETr48FELPXfzmlk3unLB-htTlAnmoy6P-JaKSIu9n0LbhZuqchzZ7jTX-gxz-i7Hrswg3fZw8IzzuKh6yBKyOabig/s320/IMG_4905.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt; &lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436677696748333282&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD9UQDXoAPD2jURWbMoRZZ2u6TLsIO0dKqUDqp6-XOpho3KIsy81ANQ1IMq2pOTCTYv9PQRu636B9ri9yng4NKsxsJ365JU7zafi2SV8jk9gmDPRVj8KGi7KQL5ccKERVBA_G5IbgpOg/s320/IMG_4946.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came with my High School Friends and it was just their first time there. We toured the whole beach front and saw the best sunsets that the island had to offer. Loved the night life and the people was so nice. I hope that the people of Boracay keep the paradise as is and keep it clean. Maintain the beach and the place. Such a treasure indeed to have one of the best beaches in the world.&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436673909523491154&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kNPsbAKCwWD5YMxUHJON3I68U7cuX9zk5H0xjgx6pcsh57DapXY4qfFVBm-Xrii2qbNwjTbXw-9tuU6YF0qKfvQOFNtFLby8wC4r8ywCXNeu2i6RVMKfXJXZ1e58YIehhuVEwqvnNA/s320/IMG_5200.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2010/02/boracay-2nd-time-around.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI13szQnsJzQ7qblpyGKQqqADkx01XztZOGrtORtqpCUDrDB2h4XNfUo8F7CdzbJlOoLBlByk1gYFUYvJ5feoH0lbj9sIeG5XuYsoiqGQJG8DYT-hbijgKudnOODgsAvshOSySGrkIdQ/s72-c/IMG_4825.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-2696469125661756814</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-09T15:15:51.187-08:00</atom:updated><title>Good things about Love</title><description>&quot; Love is Blind &quot; ( How i wish it wasn&#39;t, cause if it wasn&#39;t Love could have noticed me )&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Love is a many splendid thing &quot; ( is this a song ??? )&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Love Conquers All &quot; ( Does it? which country had it conquered ? Maybe we should use the raw power of it to make bombs )&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Love is unpredictable &quot; ( Yeah,right... ! Tell me about it... )&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Love is Sweet &quot; ( My Dentist told me to stay away from Sweets and besides I&#39;m Diabetic )&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Love never Dies &quot; ( Really??? I don&#39;t believe it... )&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Love is Nothing &quot; ( Isn&#39;t this a message from one Shoe Brand ??? )</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-things-about-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-4441855910292675526</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 22:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-09T15:06:20.854-08:00</atom:updated><title>I&#39;m tired...</title><description>I am so tired, tired of all the things in this life. &lt;br /&gt;Some would say &quot;it&#39;s not all that bad&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;Some simply give up,&lt;br /&gt;And say &quot; what the Heck with it &quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say the hell with it,&lt;br /&gt;We can never control it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Nor tell what comes next,&lt;br /&gt;So best to leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Hopeless Romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what I am really,&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless Romantic ... &lt;br /&gt;that&#39;s it,  basically</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-tired.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-3451572492637238210</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 22:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-09T14:55:24.961-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sad thing about Loving</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyAh9EV7yx9btP8WOyoWlb0tGuX4AHqQJrvOQyIws3HVdT5A1Y1rBeb9_5MSUWcvfdjXVu7LmqV3awxjNvsW8njbuO4CeqfCh6xtXqsaqD959By6t9FdgdavzlvWeG3wGGWPsv9TbPOw/s1600-h/IMG_4850.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyAh9EV7yx9btP8WOyoWlb0tGuX4AHqQJrvOQyIws3HVdT5A1Y1rBeb9_5MSUWcvfdjXVu7LmqV3awxjNvsW8njbuO4CeqfCh6xtXqsaqD959By6t9FdgdavzlvWeG3wGGWPsv9TbPOw/s320/IMG_4850.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436381117463193858&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing about love is when you feel that you found the one, you then find that it will never be or would never last. For some reason like the one you adore is in love or is committed to another. Even though how much we tried to be perfect and try to be the one for them, we can never say that they will stay with us or even feel the same way that we do for them. Despite the uncertainty, we still strive to work it out and push for things to fall our in favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we tried to turn nights into day and cold stormy days to warm sunny day for them, there are still uncertainty about a lot of things. I used to hate the feeling, but as you grow old and mature people learn to play it and go over it easily. Unlike younger people that tend to feel more of the pain of being negated or turned down. But how much strong you are in these situations, you always feel the clinch of the pain and the cold strike of having nothing at all, even if you tried and gave it your best shot.</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2010/02/sad-thing-about-loving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyAh9EV7yx9btP8WOyoWlb0tGuX4AHqQJrvOQyIws3HVdT5A1Y1rBeb9_5MSUWcvfdjXVu7LmqV3awxjNvsW8njbuO4CeqfCh6xtXqsaqD959By6t9FdgdavzlvWeG3wGGWPsv9TbPOw/s72-c/IMG_4850.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-556767072213224146</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 19:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-21T12:33:23.505-08:00</atom:updated><title>First Part of the &quot; Photo &quot;</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgBDh2EZJsUMZ4s-zvYLDwwnq2Aofldq6Xc7waCATRNQw9k-sLcRIub7-e8GbImATqINDz35ojUNdcZWA11Pks6UQmRjSp-4Gv75gWxm4HihJ71VzhSEU4F84FKWxhT4f48qXVG42gQ/s1600-h/1_403869093l.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgBDh2EZJsUMZ4s-zvYLDwwnq2Aofldq6Xc7waCATRNQw9k-sLcRIub7-e8GbImATqINDz35ojUNdcZWA11Pks6UQmRjSp-4Gv75gWxm4HihJ71VzhSEU4F84FKWxhT4f48qXVG42gQ/s200/1_403869093l.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429293732719741922&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many say that “to live is to love, and to love is the way to live”…  Quite simple for others but maybe not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Joshua Medina, working as a photographer for a local publisher here in manila….&lt;br /&gt;25 years old graduated with a degree in Mass Communication, from a well-known university also here in Manila, but I’m from Cavite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation I never had the right time for me, I worked my butt off till I dropped…. Literally , going to events like rallies here and there, meetings conference of officials and delegates getting a glimpse, a moment that will be the talk of critics, but will provide me with the paycheck I need to pay off debts and nourish my needs of being human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;My story started:&lt;br /&gt;On a Sunday, this was supposed to be my day-off. Early morning, a tone coming from a familiar device that rang for hours. It was not from my alarm clock which I knew was broken but it was my phone and it was my boss calling 5am on my rest day. &lt;br /&gt;Not knowing why I picked up and answered. &lt;br /&gt;Joshua…. I need you to go to Cavite… right now. I need you to take pictures of the recent slay case there and you’re the right guy for it. (Talking with a grumpy voice like chuckles of creaking, old wooden doors.)&lt;br /&gt;But boss it’s my rest day….? (I answered explaining)&lt;br /&gt;No buts…. just go I’ll double the amount of every picture that you take, cause this is a great front page story for tomorrow. And besides you’re from Cavite, I know you’re familiar with the place…&lt;br /&gt;But boss…&lt;br /&gt;What the … I told you no buts’ just go there take pictures come back before 11pm tonight and you get every picture double the pay if not I’ll get someone else that would do cause I’m going to cut you off…is that understood? &lt;br /&gt;Yes, sir…&lt;br /&gt;Good now what are you waiting for just go, god damn it…. Go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing up a few things camera on hand and bag of films, and camera attachments I went off and set my way to Cavite. Going to a nearby bus stop to get a ride from Manila to Cavite.&lt;br /&gt;On my way I stopped at a drive by food chain to get some morning coffee and a ham sandwich. Waiting for a bus on the station sitting on a makeshift bench, there were a lot of people, but amidst the crowd, across me I noticed a girl which wore a familiar face but seemed aged trough time, she wore a blouse that showed her slim figure and knee-high skirt which showed off her light complexion, that’s almost as white as her blouse. A goddess she almost seemed. I just can’t help my self to stare at amazement. &lt;br /&gt;I sat there staring at her for some time not knowing that her companions sitting beside her noticed me looking without a blink, and told her about it, as if stunned by lightning she smiled and slowly look on to me like a person she knew.&lt;br /&gt;Her smile gave me such happiness which I had never felt before. &lt;br /&gt;But then after that smile, (that could have been the end of wars and conflict) she waved at me taking the time to asking me to come over, to my surprise. As if she knew me.&lt;br /&gt;But it all came to me it was this familiar face is Karen. My one time crush back in college. &lt;br /&gt;The Girl I first set my eyes on when I was still a freshman, we used to be batch mates but I flunked a few units that I needed to go back to that’s why we never graduated on the same year. Back then she wore a pink pony tail and geek glasses but still showed off her beauty and immense physical attributes. She was held Ms. Campus and eventually won a local beauty contest that propelled her to new stats and levels of popularity. Many girls envied her, guys drop down to their knees to get a moment with her. She was the local celebrity but even if she had accomplished a lot of things she had always been down to earth and been easy to get a long. She was nice to everyone and her kind hearted approach gave her that more distinction to be liked rather than to be hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shouted my name “Joshua “.  “Joshua, come here…”&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to join their group of three… I smiled and stood from where I sat. I walked slowly with cold water in my veins thinking what to say or do. I wanted to stop and simply ignore her but how can you ignore someone like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each step my heart beats fast and hard. But I am also asking my self why this happening to me? I don’t have anything to be scared off, she’s just a college beauty queen three times, president of the Math, English and Science clubs, a volleyball varsity and a two time swimming champion, at the top of our batch, graduated cum laude, admired by almost everyone in the campus including me and I’ve been admiring her since the first day of college. So, I think nothing to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step I approach her still shaking and thinking what to say, but as I came close, she warmly greeted me with a wide smile and hello. Still recovering from that and still stunned, because it’s not everyday that someone this fine comes up and gives you a warm reception.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked “how are you doing?” still stunned I muffed my answer “going to Cavite, shoot some one dead”. She laughed at me, not knowing why maybe because of the answer, she said “you’ve never changed you’re still the same guy that sent me flowers but never had the strength to ask me out. And you’re still funny”. (In short TORPE ). Know to my officemates as the “Shy Guy from the province. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took in a sip of from the beverage I bought from the store to ease me up so I can answer and clear my throat.&lt;br /&gt;And just then I can relax and not to spoil the moment I took time to talk to her and reminisce about the days and the time we parted since college some three years ago.&lt;br /&gt;We talked till the bus came and found out also the she and her friends from work are going to Cavite for a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both took the same bus and she asked me to sit beside her. I selfishly agreed thinking this is it my longtime dream and chance to be with her. We talked about everything and the trip was long we both were tired and found ourselves asleep but that was the moment I will never forget, cause as we sleep she had her head against my shoulder as her pillow through the long trip.</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-part-of-photo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgBDh2EZJsUMZ4s-zvYLDwwnq2Aofldq6Xc7waCATRNQw9k-sLcRIub7-e8GbImATqINDz35ojUNdcZWA11Pks6UQmRjSp-4Gv75gWxm4HihJ71VzhSEU4F84FKWxhT4f48qXVG42gQ/s72-c/1_403869093l.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-3843236023814783140</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 20:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-13T12:50:12.098-08:00</atom:updated><title>Would you know what your goal is...</title><description>&lt;em&gt;Sometimes people seek for different purposes in life, they search and find the things they think is what their main purpose is. But looking for this purpose they miss a lot of things and one of them is what they were really meant of doing. &lt;br /&gt;People get too preoccupied with a lot of things, that they start to create a goal similar to what they would want to be and have. But they forget the fact that God gave us a mission and that purpose became forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;This leads to lost souls and people in the wrong places. But not all are suffering but sometime what they have are too much and they dwell too much on what they have and greed starts to step in and forgets where they all began. But for those that started off with nothing and searched the right path achieved complete happiness in all aspects. They became content of what they have and never asked for more thus even gave what they have and shared with others. &lt;br /&gt;People nowadays start to create and imagine a future where they are well and satisfied. But that dream is built not on God&#39;s path but on greed and selfish intentions. &lt;br /&gt;How can we cure this, if we ourselves are all dreaming of greedy things that we think could bring a better way of living for us.It is not bad to go for something but it&#39;s how we get them and be content of what we have is the problem. &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-know-what-your-goal-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-5341177624822358626</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-26T06:01:38.271-08:00</atom:updated><title>I just need you to listen... I ask for nothing else.</title><description>Why are there people that you have reached out with both hands to help them, not help you back? Why are there people that do not understand the meaning of listening to people that cared for them. I know that I am an emotional type of guy but I try my very best to keep all the emotions kept inside and not to show. I find ways to get these feelings off. but the best is to sit and talk to someone you trust when you want to open up. But you know what is the sad part... The people that you thought could help, or even thought they are willing to listen are those that tend to shy away from the opportunity. This makes me more sad thinking that I am willing to reach out and help them with all that I can but them not willing to simply listen to what I need to say. I do not ask for comfort or companionship. A person that could listen to what I need to let out is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;But no one did listen... No one was willing. How sad... I am starting to think I should think more of me rather than others around me.</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-need-you-to-listen-i-ask-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-3891007755391455522</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 03:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-19T20:12:52.223-08:00</atom:updated><title>Not again...</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU95CUYqbacAGtVViI1eqL85mQ5DMmveyTmUhnPcbX428LIqXD3MW_8KLEbB_pS5tuU1BxBf41AxNSdzISgAkmagYHgF4R_IRqTiS62KQh3VrgUivjewTZO6tbfvUWJBGngNzEJ48SYg/s1600-h/sylvestercat.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU95CUYqbacAGtVViI1eqL85mQ5DMmveyTmUhnPcbX428LIqXD3MW_8KLEbB_pS5tuU1BxBf41AxNSdzISgAkmagYHgF4R_IRqTiS62KQh3VrgUivjewTZO6tbfvUWJBGngNzEJ48SYg/s200/sylvestercat.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417166351751771682&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so taken for granted and hate this feeling... I hate this feeling of being a 2&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; or even the 3rd option. For once how I wish I was the first to be chosen and not the last. Chosen for something special and important, not something they are not willing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a few weeks and it had never been quite nice and been feeling a little down. I think I need that solo time again. These things I feel starts with the people around me, so called friends that I look after turned out to be one of the reasons why I started to feel these things. Even if I tried to ignore the feeling it keeps on haunting me and comes back stronger than what I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so down and doesn&#39;t feel that life can change for me, maybe this is what it really was meant to be. To live my life in the shadows of others and never be picked first, to be chosen last and never appreciated for what I gave and can offer. I now know how to be a &quot; Nobody &quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometime question it... am I not worth it? or is it that I am to live my life alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more life goes on for me like this, the more I become unafraid to be alone. And is less excited to love or meet anyone. I live in a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;plateau&lt;/span&gt; of solidarity but welcomes all into my world, but in return does not welcome me into theirs. No matter how much I try the road ends up to these things I feel. There had never been something that last for me and my life had been to serve them and help others. But how about me?</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU95CUYqbacAGtVViI1eqL85mQ5DMmveyTmUhnPcbX428LIqXD3MW_8KLEbB_pS5tuU1BxBf41AxNSdzISgAkmagYHgF4R_IRqTiS62KQh3VrgUivjewTZO6tbfvUWJBGngNzEJ48SYg/s72-c/sylvestercat.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-7228231502723909118</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T16:47:03.466-08:00</atom:updated><title>Out of Focus...</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz2Pywn65URh3HVF1AKMs492vxnaax47yc3-HX9W9W3kaylHTqIFeIFI81L4eltSOS8_5XWMz197e5b9ftoG2s2D2h1hXMieDLHxr-yxMxqE5mevBxFWp7vOkvHlPzyY7Ipi2zpIm6kQ/s1600/broken-heart-3d-pictures.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404778432522468882&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz2Pywn65URh3HVF1AKMs492vxnaax47yc3-HX9W9W3kaylHTqIFeIFI81L4eltSOS8_5XWMz197e5b9ftoG2s2D2h1hXMieDLHxr-yxMxqE5mevBxFWp7vOkvHlPzyY7Ipi2zpIm6kQ/s320/broken-heart-3d-pictures.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I’&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been feeling a bit left out and a little off and sad. The emotion grew to whispers in my head of loneliness. I had tried to work exceeding over the required working hours and sought to have peace of mind by preoccupying my self with &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;strenuous&lt;/span&gt; work. To avoid feel the loneliness that is brought by being Single. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness lingers like cold water running through my veins that hurts even if you try ignoring the coldness. It is an on going joust between my hearts happiness and the fact of being true and not be unfair to anyone when I do go into a relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is happy for the people around me, the way they offer their companionship and support, I thank them in my own way of giving back whatever way possible. But when we talk about the emotional part of my life, there is a big gap where I have yet to see nor feel that there would be a possible replacement. I’&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; prayed to god more things for others than what is for me, I would give my happiness and joy to someone in need rather than to see people around me suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I with a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two faces I can offer to girl.&lt;br /&gt;One would be true and everlasting friendship. I know how to take care of my friends and seek that they are well and happy. They will forever have my respect and attention until the time they deserve it no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is true and forever Love. I had been through a long relationship with my previous girlfriend. And also had long time crushes with a couple of girls, admiring them even without expecting anything in return. I seldom fall for anyone, and modesty aside I had also received &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;admiration&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; from girls, flattering it maybe and maybe to some may use it as their advantage into an easy relationship. But for me I prefer that I fall for a girl rather than a girl spilling out her emotions on me. I respectfully tell them the truth that I can only offer friendship to them and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;But when it come to falling in love, I give the girl my whole world. And she now becomes not just part of my world but becomes my whole life as well. I will show her all the great things I enjoy the most and share those with the love and care that I will always provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a perfect guy, but I can definitely say that I am a “one-woman man”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of loneliness will pass and soon become another page and transition of my emotional personality. As long as I get things straight and have a clear mind of what can and can’t be done, then I feel that I will get there someday. To a place where someone like me will say, that I had fulfilled and is now happy being complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before then, I will work on it a day at a time, my only worry is that when the time comes when that girl is in front of me, will I be ready to open my heart to her or will it be too late at all. &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2009/11/out-of-focus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz2Pywn65URh3HVF1AKMs492vxnaax47yc3-HX9W9W3kaylHTqIFeIFI81L4eltSOS8_5XWMz197e5b9ftoG2s2D2h1hXMieDLHxr-yxMxqE5mevBxFWp7vOkvHlPzyY7Ipi2zpIm6kQ/s72-c/broken-heart-3d-pictures.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-2276977705153379011</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 18:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T10:56:22.556-08:00</atom:updated><title>Team Order Admin... Nights out</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlbwQjIGoTX2xSq4zctnH2uSPBIBJqXu_seQtNKnpl2kymiFpnorBpfGU40H2gjqEJUGYM6gyVKOy6ekaRRqVkljbEF4ql2AnOBkR0hr-uS-pFC1WitwcqrZ3KMLnjkHBRs0ZxXX_qw/s1600/Picture+023.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404773503288125778&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 484px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlbwQjIGoTX2xSq4zctnH2uSPBIBJqXu_seQtNKnpl2kymiFpnorBpfGU40H2gjqEJUGYM6gyVKOy6ekaRRqVkljbEF4ql2AnOBkR0hr-uS-pFC1WitwcqrZ3KMLnjkHBRs0ZxXX_qw/s400/Picture+023.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last November 14, 2009 . The Order Admin had a team event. We dined out to well known place called the Seaside Restaurants where there are an array of restaurants that serve freshly cooked Sea foods done for our cravings. Almost the whole team came which to my delight was a good glimpse of things to come in terms of bonding and friendship amongst them. I am very thankful for those that came and for those that was unable there will always be a next time. &lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404773772149859330&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK83IqkBmP8OQeBjBoNE7umVOyu0RlXhaJvhTQ4GwoDvMo1Hg4LuQEsXebQwDDZcF0eAH-ddijSthlzujLSDs7nLrvQKr31mQoXgPKJoj1TWvJtG320qbok4MaMWixjS-w1NDc2dVcdg/s320/Picture+022.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though everyone was a bit tired coming form a night shift work, everyone was in good spirit and was very eager to join in. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Jinky&lt;/span&gt; for the first time joined us and the one that kept on asking me to drink a shot which I declined respectfully, Jules that came, but was a little late on the pick up time, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Ynah&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me again and again which I also owe her a chance for a date with E ( I’ll soon get you that chance again ) and came in sizzling in a black night dress, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Lyan&lt;/span&gt; which was so, so, so lively and danced the night away with two strangers on the dance floor ( even on skirt ), &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Rj&lt;/span&gt; that came with his partner that from what I heard had some couple issues ( but seemed to be all good ), Harries with his wife who joined in just for dinner, same as with Mark that also brought his baby daughter and wife, Richmond which was the driver and came in prepared with his cousin as a back up driver, also got stopped by a traffic enforcer that he paid 200 pesos for a road violation, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Rhymca&lt;/span&gt; that came with her sister and Mommy &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Loie&lt;/span&gt; and left after dinner, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Janeth&lt;/span&gt; and Jane also left after dinner but both helped me in doing the choosing and bargaining for the raw sea foods, Jeff that was quiet the whole night and seemed to have something in mind when we got to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Malate&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;Lelay&lt;/span&gt; who was the last to arrive, late as ever but took a lot of pictures of everyone. &lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404774045071706162&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDplas_kQHGW6LyyGCZo6MspuwDgqkZVB19hTlTNtVQkNel09FMAD_VJeVCc5jQOIFPZ7XA2CzZlSYyEZOa2lKoex6NrUDqpmdgVL-a2_03-24OQzEajShCdJI2SB6YYHYd2osTsLCw/s320/Picture+045.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed the night with you guys, pardon me if I seemed to be a little off and quiet as well but the time we spent was priceless and can never be erased. For those who was unable to come, Sheena we wish you the best during pregnancy, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;Jetay&lt;/span&gt; that had to rest due to major Dental operations and Peter that had sent a press release prior to the said event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404774213856142098&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinWHms_DjTDLtA2QgvFoia9HUJVxIkcnNN2QGNqkg_BPups0AxaCseNiLT_WBdTV1dRsNOFuKENxji2qQzI4fvZXKC4v2dUaWJ0Ksg7flhpaPLKyh3WA1ANcs7rBBhU6s8S9X469Q7_g/s320/Picture+035.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the venue :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404774407240544818&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWDzMfk3dEKz5TIsh-FCrs6M8CE0yC9IY3kVkzHA_P7lKNE1wrtUzVSdErNsPZVxHEXki_64dO2O6Qefl7xmpbYyPK648SzgZUqXUJDE9GTTQdiQ2cEcnyDmytD0Kaz5KGcyioOgH7OA/s320/Picture+014.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a restaurant called “ &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;Aling&lt;/span&gt; Tonya’s and a waitress helped us choose the sea food we wanted to be cooked and served. Me, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;Janeth&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;Jinky&lt;/span&gt; and Richmond set off to the nearby market to scout for possible raw materials and ingredients. We had squid for Calamari, Shrimp for Tempura, a Head of a fish I forgot which they turned into a Fish soup dish, Crabs that were prepared in two ways, Butter-Steamed and Spicy Crabs, we also got some Pork for barbecue. We were all starving both from the trip to the venue and after going to the market and as soon as the food came it was a fight for all, and was every man for himself.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we set off to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;Padi&lt;/span&gt;’s Point in &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;Malate&lt;/span&gt;. For more fun. And we ended the night with coffee at Starbucks at the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;Bluewave&lt;/span&gt; area at 3am .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404776639327329346&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz6UD2sW87x0D4_ZExuXvL68otmXu-Z1B72coqDd2aems1Wlaxi5Pa3ErF-Kqticx2BZdaJQEV1DHskKPYDgoSHrNP7YT42WAlXXrEnu4JciSMeA1jDaUkKmOX6TyWo2_Xc0-wjcKeAw/s320/cape.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun guys… enjoyed every minute of it. Till next time. &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2009/11/team-order-admin-nights-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlbwQjIGoTX2xSq4zctnH2uSPBIBJqXu_seQtNKnpl2kymiFpnorBpfGU40H2gjqEJUGYM6gyVKOy6ekaRRqVkljbEF4ql2AnOBkR0hr-uS-pFC1WitwcqrZ3KMLnjkHBRs0ZxXX_qw/s72-c/Picture+023.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-8161292501239819254</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T15:20:46.589-08:00</atom:updated><title>When I hear the song &quot; If I never get to Heaven &quot; By Javier</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig29lDd1aHhVbQCVBjA3TtvZrJsleVMzDkzrxovHkaJ3457GWIeWa540aINcfxISi1J3aDtIFhCYm8dvO1SasuJI2GBeTS61lohHt0i7SokcgrQbKR-kS32yCOfLqJQ5IL0aM5m-d99g/s1600-h/5488_1210659579648_1023508751_30646955_6904405_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400014831646242626&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoSqgqO3oK1TpxxUns_DKsh5ASols2mm6gIijaiKYvi93g1aIIywcdA3WCnsdZa_bwGgMa4xxiktQYAJJt5Iv_mVo6kFtn2IYt4u6lNM9SlbTidbTLYIA2dtcSIpv2GPG18t8hPJF0PQ/s400/love.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a while since I wrote on this column, had been busy with work and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write about a song that someone introduced to me. The song is &quot; If I never get to Heaven &quot; made and performed by Javier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is an acoustic type, close on the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;mellow&lt;/span&gt; side and fits for people that are sentimental and likes to listen to love songs. We all know that Music is the biggest part of how we live and do things, cause it can set us in the mood of things. Upbeat,Rock, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Mellow&lt;/span&gt; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are Melody lovers and some Lyrics of the song matters. Never the less these songs whatever we listen to gives us feel the emotions more, from the artist that wrote it to the singer that gave the song the Melody to reach out to people like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more of into Melodies and Lyrics. I am easily interested to songs that give a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;mellow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt; and fantastic lyrics that expresses simple emotions in the most special way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400018521721679570&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNUMaCb4m0yCOYhY_11DQ6z1YPQAtZScHOFJQJOYBpQ5PCicEsHQhhEulIFg5hMu2OVM534mhHif0Pevoz9EGEPMT59w9luq70Z5cckWuJLy4FqZ_nyDis9oXwYjWLNqx9LIc36edLjg/s400/5488_1210652779478_1023508751_30646900_7156490_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a copy of it&#39;s lyrics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;What does your love mean to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;its something i can&#39;t answer easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;just like the air that i breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;you fill me up inside, you give me all that i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;like a bird flying high on a summers day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;you&#39;re the wind that carries me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;to a place where you and i will always stay forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;if i never get to heaven then at least i will have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;i had an angel here on earth that I could call my very own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;and if this world should end tomorrow, girl this much i know is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;i found my piece of heaven the day that i found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;longer than poets will rhyme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;girl my love will burn for you until the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;if i should die before tomorrow comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;i wont regret a single day, because i had your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;must be &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; in the way you say my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;it takes away my worries and my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;girl i know we&#39;ll make it through the rain together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;if i never get to heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;then at least i will have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;i had an angel here on earth that i could call my very own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;and if this world should end tomorrow girl this much i know is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;i found my piece of heaven the day that i found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;like a river flows and a flower grows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;my love for you will never fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;like the sun will rise in the morning sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;you know that i am here to stay forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;if i never get to heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;then at least i will have known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;i had an angel here on earth that i could call my very own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;and if the world should end tomorrow girl this much i know is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;i have found my piece of heaven the day that i found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;like a river flows and a flower grows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;my love for you will never fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;like the sun will rise in the morning sky you know i am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I liked about it is that it&#39;s so simple yet the Lyrics are deep and are all very meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a Man expressing all his emotions to the one he loves &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I hear this song playing, I sometimes ask my self if I could be in the same plane as the composer and singer of this song was to the girl they loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question here was &quot; What does your love mean to me? &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPk-H6g78NgQKFJrB_9WQae014rfoPD2nm2BzCpxBBjUdpHIO_zFED0Nnj2s9cLbtFlK1AP9PhXBXmKdVPO0oeWgh7-KwBuLh5LqfAYNAw4xReUYjPJGfuXBW4zeRigTAXOLBKd6w_eg/s1600-h/5488_1210619378643_1023508751_30646622_441266_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400019199240713922&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPk-H6g78NgQKFJrB_9WQae014rfoPD2nm2BzCpxBBjUdpHIO_zFED0Nnj2s9cLbtFlK1AP9PhXBXmKdVPO0oeWgh7-KwBuLh5LqfAYNAw4xReUYjPJGfuXBW4zeRigTAXOLBKd6w_eg/s400/5488_1210619378643_1023508751_30646622_441266_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does my love and the love that I can get from my special someone mean to me...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist expressed it as a necessity : &lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like the air that i breathe&lt;br /&gt;you fill me up inside, you give me all that i need&lt;/em&gt; &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333;&quot;&gt;Air - a main &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;component&lt;/span&gt; for life, and to live. For every living organism, either plant, animal or human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you live without Air? Simple description of how the girl meant to the artist, but meant a lot and was used as a very deep expression of the love given to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask my self what will the love I could get from someone, mean to me... Would it be the same or would I be unfair and feel less of how love should mean to someone? This is one of the things we have to make sure we are all aware before we do go into a relationship. It would be unfair for someone if the love they give is not cherished nor treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist also expressed that his love will continue on as he mentioned it like : &lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love for you will never fade&lt;br /&gt;like the sun will rise in the morning sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple use of words to tell that he will love her forever, regardless of what happens may there be clouds,stormy days and nights there his love will shine and burn for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the biggest thing that seems to be the deepest descriptions was with these :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNuLSuLPvliq9EP_k2vOfE-dHnnX1puZGhbB6GoKiftSVfjNZJeRrdUT4kbn6mRehG4MjZjUY8YEmO3AmCxaQS6ILbP8EhyR8LReXGYYiKVAmJ4p-FMEPz5upyyxylsAIof1XB04oCJQ/s1600-h/5488_1210659579648_1023508751_30646955_6904405_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400020386643304226&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNuLSuLPvliq9EP_k2vOfE-dHnnX1puZGhbB6GoKiftSVfjNZJeRrdUT4kbn6mRehG4MjZjUY8YEmO3AmCxaQS6ILbP8EhyR8LReXGYYiKVAmJ4p-FMEPz5upyyxylsAIof1XB04oCJQ/s400/5488_1210659579648_1023508751_30646955_6904405_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;if i never get to heaven then at least i will have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had an angel here on earth that i could call my very own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if this world should end tomorrow girl this much i know is true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i found my piece of heaven the day that i found you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He choose to describe her loved one as an Angel, pure and so divine. The best description any Man could tell his special someone. Angel that this artist said on his song he called his own. An Angel that cares for him, watched over him and especially... Loved him for him. Regardless of all his flaws. In return the Artist said in his Lyrics that he had found Heaven the day that he found her Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can people nowadays tell if they really found their Angel or Piece of Heaven here on Earth? How will Love you give and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; mean to both of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s why people like me stay single not to hurt anyone for not being sure of how we feel and how we will appreciate the love given to us. I had found love before but love that didn&#39;t last. With this song the artist seemed to be so content and deeply &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; with his Angel. Which I am on the other hand unsure if I will be doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question for those who loved and had been loved... How much will the love you give mean to the person you offer it to and how much will the love someone gives you, mean to you? Will it be the same meaningful love compared from your past, better or worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be true to what you feel and be fair to whom you love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-heare-song-if-i-never-get-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoSqgqO3oK1TpxxUns_DKsh5ASols2mm6gIijaiKYvi93g1aIIywcdA3WCnsdZa_bwGgMa4xxiktQYAJJt5Iv_mVo6kFtn2IYt4u6lNM9SlbTidbTLYIA2dtcSIpv2GPG18t8hPJF0PQ/s72-c/love.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-5375488156685369476</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 03:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T21:06:00.406-07:00</atom:updated><title>No such thing as Fairy tales...</title><description>I guess in this real world we live in, there really isn&#39;t a Girl worth being called a Man&#39;s Princess. There isn&#39;t a love story that would lead a guy and gal together and would live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;I gave up long ago for dreams of one day meeting my Princess, and me as her Prince.&lt;br /&gt;The elegant and meaningful ways and gestures, expressing true and undying love will forever more just be a illution to many and will never materialize.&lt;br /&gt;In love I know that we can never be sure of what we may have and is constantly a gamble for our feelings. Emotion gets the best of us and clouds our ability to decide.&lt;br /&gt;People play games and never bother for anything but fun, and Love is left only as a word used to bait people in despair and ones that are lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that fairytales and love stories are for fools that long for imposible and unrealistic things that they want to happen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer believe in dreams... and live my life day by day with god as a guide, respect as a tool and undestanding as a weapon.</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-such-thing-as-fairy-tales.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-1685100954892586695</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 16:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T16:14:52.238-07:00</atom:updated><title>I do... ??????</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitb8_PKgWV6PI7RORN8AqfmPtpmKN1G50KCgXb-dAp2BbyKwIn8cRVYL_cNZb4yOF-c2QeP-U-hcd4M9lzhn_iPNEeaq2syj-rP80N9JWti_QVADMtlF8nCwcvkuiuBHVZ3Hbn4wHX5Q/s1600-h/Emo_Emo_angel_004677_.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377369602351226722&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitb8_PKgWV6PI7RORN8AqfmPtpmKN1G50KCgXb-dAp2BbyKwIn8cRVYL_cNZb4yOF-c2QeP-U-hcd4M9lzhn_iPNEeaq2syj-rP80N9JWti_QVADMtlF8nCwcvkuiuBHVZ3Hbn4wHX5Q/s400/Emo_Emo_angel_004677_.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When is the right time to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m in my late 20&#39;s and I am still not in the groove of getting married. I am still single and no one in mind for a partner. But I am not closed to the possibility of me in a relationship that could end up with marriage. When can a guy say that he had found the one, the one that he&#39;ll bring and walk with to the altar and say &quot; I do &quot; to each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having a long time relationship doesn&#39;t usually end up in marriage. I am the proof of that, coming from a 10 year relationship that didn&#39;t go well and we still parted ways. Some couple go on together for just a few years, some only months then decide to tie the knot. I&#39;ve known some that just met and had been going out for a few weeks and went steady for two months then to my surprise they got married in less than four months all in all. The marriage didn&#39;t last long in less than a year they filed for annulment. But this is just one example and does not apply to all relationships that had shorter stages of getting to know each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are also some that prefer long time relationships to know the partner better and see if they are really in love not just mere infatuation. Some ranges from 5 to 10 even 15 years before they say &quot; i do &quot;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way... Short or Longtime relationship it still doesn&#39;t assure anything about a forever lasting marriage. The time spent together in the getting to know and the Boy/Girlfriend stage doesn&#39;t secure a great married life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That&#39;s why some people want to be single not to go through the unsure path of relationships and end up on the ugly side of the truth. Let&#39;s face it nothing in this world are sure fits or match made. We roam earth not only to survive but also to find our mate. And finding that mate is the gamble everyone faces, we gamble not only our hearts, but also time and effort we use to make sure that we are with someone that compliments and completes us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have known a lot of people that preferred to be single, for simple reasons like the avoidance of a life full of complications and some just want to be alone cause they have failed in the past looking for love, which caused too much pain and left a mark in them not to open to love again. These becomes a paranoia that some people go through and try to over come. Opposite of this is being polygamous and have a tendency of having two or more partners. Having this kind of set up is to fulfill all the needs that one partner can not give. Although this is an immoral way of living still some people go with it. This sometimes often leaves a negative mark to people with this kind of relationship or personality. When men marry multiple times they are marked as unfaithful while for women marked with adultery. But here in the Philippines men ( specially those in politics ) have more than one wife, a usual reason why women are attracted to these men are due to the financial security that they bring, for the men their satisfaction on this is the lust and need to have someone pretty with them that they call their own ( especially for D.O.M).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While women on the other side have a more subtle approach to this, which longs for satisfaction of being care for, loved and with lust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This should not be the case, as per God&#39;s creation we are only meant for someone. A partner made only for us. It is our responsibility to find that partner, God gave us a lot of things to survive and sustain us for the search and other things we do on earth. In the Bible there was Adam and Eve, no one else but the Devil. In this scenario the Devil is the temptation behind every sin, and in this case temptation to see who we really are meant for in this life. Clouding our decision making due to the temptation and pursuit of what we want, not what we need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess people should be more attentive to what they need versus what they want in life. Too much wanting may lead to uncontentment, and may never stop searching for what we want in life. Nothing is perfect and we should know how much more we should go. It won&#39;t matter if we had a great thing that is brittle and fades away. Better have something that is worth every effort and time. Contentment is the key and finding the right person with the purest of intentions can make it easy for us to find and make sure that the relationship can lead into a marriage that can last through eterninty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitb8_PKgWV6PI7RORN8AqfmPtpmKN1G50KCgXb-dAp2BbyKwIn8cRVYL_cNZb4yOF-c2QeP-U-hcd4M9lzhn_iPNEeaq2syj-rP80N9JWti_QVADMtlF8nCwcvkuiuBHVZ3Hbn4wHX5Q/s72-c/Emo_Emo_angel_004677_.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710826052495714142.post-6967806838792906493</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 16:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T10:32:15.336-07:00</atom:updated><title>Letter... U</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AhmUBuJfTA-YKIh8sfs54mNvplz7r_aJDGSXlmBYs0jN2Ma6WZH_xS43cm8piOJ9WkFBteF0FaogaOckVdwWSkucJVx729wnteJ_OliDKeXIgiBC0ng8CZdCOfKbd5lS4O3s11BL_w/s1600-h/tb_fiji_sunset.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376174693103793026&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AhmUBuJfTA-YKIh8sfs54mNvplz7r_aJDGSXlmBYs0jN2Ma6WZH_xS43cm8piOJ9WkFBteF0FaogaOckVdwWSkucJVx729wnteJ_OliDKeXIgiBC0ng8CZdCOfKbd5lS4O3s11BL_w/s400/tb_fiji_sunset.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;A letter written to love... Even with the numerous ways to say how we feel for someone the best is still hand writing it in a letter. Old fashioned letter... Shows more affection and emotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;To: Someone I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;I hope that you are well while reading this letter. You may ask why I wrote you a letter of sort and did not settle for an email or text, or even called, for the reason is there are things that could be said by writing it in an old fashioned letter rather than a message sent electronically. With every word hand written, every period and commas in each sentence becomes more meaningful.Just the mere effort or hand writing it is worth the explanation. With each word handpicked to show the utmost feeling, with every stroke of the pen writing down what the heart had in stored to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;I send you a simple yet meaningful letter to let you know how much I feel for you. Your eyes that seems to reach out and take me out of my way, your smile that could light the darkest places and be a beacon for lost hearts and souls. Your touch that soothes the most aching hearts and the voice that calms down the most restless. You are like an Angel that came to earth to cure and care for wounded hearts, guide the lost and love the unloved. A piece of heaven here on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;How can I ever repay you, there is nothing on earth that could amount to what you have done to me. I can never say enough how precious you are to me. How I wish I can thank you and give back the caring and love you gave me. But I know that I can never do that, cause your heart is owned by someone, I envy him and wish that it was me there with you and not him. I have felt love before but I have never felt it this strong for someone like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;But do not worry I will not stand between you and him, instead will watch over you a step back from you, willing to wait and help you out in anyway I can. I know that you love him so much and you are happy with him. Knowing that you are happy with him fills my heart with joy too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;I wish for your happiness and will try to care for you in anyway I can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;I end this simple letter for you with a simple thank you and a prayer to god that he might grant you happiness, good health and riches. But most of all that he gives you all the love you need through the man that you are with right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Friend in Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cylver.blogspot.com/2009/08/letter-u.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cylver)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AhmUBuJfTA-YKIh8sfs54mNvplz7r_aJDGSXlmBYs0jN2Ma6WZH_xS43cm8piOJ9WkFBteF0FaogaOckVdwWSkucJVx729wnteJ_OliDKeXIgiBC0ng8CZdCOfKbd5lS4O3s11BL_w/s72-c/tb_fiji_sunset.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>