<?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-7443370922848978988</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:20:29.868-08:00</updated><category term="real life"/><category term="personal"/><category term="poem"/><category term="thoughts"/><category term="all about me"/><category term="inspiration"/><category term="christian"/><category term="opinion"/><category term="teacher"/><category term="Fita"/><category term="advertisement"/><category term="bubbles"/><category term="drama"/><category term="fact"/><category term="korean"/><category term="love"/><category term="lyrics"/><category term="motivational"/><category term="movie"/><category term="occasion"/><category term="smile"/><category term="story"/><title type='text'>I-am-Clumsy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-4744964049966161910</id><published>2012-04-10T07:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-10T21:37:45.753-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivational"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><title type='text'>Life is a Guitar</title><summary type="text">Doing nothing as I waited for my students to practice the Jazz Chant they would perform for the National Press Conference 2012 plenary session this afternoon, I decided to explore Adobe photoshop. I think I did a good job exploring and made a good output. Here it is:


Honestly,I did not think much of what quote should I write on it. And now I have the time to take a good look at my magnum opus, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4744964049966161910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/4744964049966161910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/4744964049966161910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/4744964049966161910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2012/04/life-is-guitar-when-boredom-strikes.html' title='Life is a Guitar'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhge46oB4FMZjHoqLzGKwTzB6uh8XqYnc7aZ6HOAb2evmk7LoeoMEpKzaayuKQuOrWsVpgckXoUvFvCdsZEMQeWyfEuYyorrMviX25OisCOUQOJaBwyT5Mf1gRmy7tTnm8FGne25a6nB7fM/s72-c/DSC08197+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-1468609153275405908</id><published>2012-02-20T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T17:07:23.927-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teacher"/><title type='text'>A Teacher&#39;s Valentine&#39;s Day</title><summary type="text">My life, since I have become a teacher, has been full of surprises. &amp;nbsp;Each day has always been full of discoveries - discoveries about my students and about myself also. Last Valentine&#39;s Day was no exemption. I just went to school without expecting anything special to happen because I didn&#39;t have any special someone at all. I wasn&#39;t also expecting any gift from students since I am not an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1468609153275405908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/1468609153275405908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/1468609153275405908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/1468609153275405908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2012/02/teachers-valentines-day.html' title='A Teacher&#39;s Valentine&#39;s Day'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuSU2vV9JqmqDmYikzQ6xyRIvBpfjJPmDI-BzDLNcZ9mIo6XIj6RTRGoNbzmNw9RArJiXZkDpbmBQkXeB3Ga_3puK7Dkh39sNW1_oL4JD7XM-jFdowGPVXbEF7X80undk8yM_SLop0e9m/s72-c/i.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-1581698863638187701</id><published>2012-02-01T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T23:15:43.815-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><title type='text'>Romantic Quotes from Movies</title><summary type="text">











It&#39;s love month! I can&#39;t help myself from writing a&amp;nbsp;&quot;hearty&quot;article,but I&#39;ve never&amp;nbsp;been really in love with real person.Yet, I always fell in love with fictional&amp;nbsp;characters in movies.Sometimes, those characters even&amp;nbsp;make me wish like they were for real and sometimes make&amp;nbsp;me pray that I will&amp;nbsp;meet someone like them someday. I think the experience wasn&#39;t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1581698863638187701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/1581698863638187701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/1581698863638187701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/1581698863638187701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2012/02/romantic-quotes-from-romantic-movies.html' title='Romantic Quotes from Movies'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKhdAt9w06AGlOdIdR2WFu-0mzjjUNeLRztr0Fc5yX6pUDS3T4k8p-RLvieiMZLXMZhnRjR8jSwHYgf8uFUEbIX1YLm7j-u_tBUjeBsCe4VZC3rfKXPugXrZ6XRsA13YByoahzDRx6SQs/s72-c/a-walk-to-remember-photo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-3139270689235885139</id><published>2012-01-08T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:04:34.165-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="all about me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teacher"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>Maling Sistema sa DepEd - Ranking Issues</title><summary type="text">&quot;So, are you running for honors. Do you wanna be a Cum Laude&quot;&amp;nbsp;Ito ang mga salitang narinig ko mula sa bibig &amp;nbsp;ng aming department head noong ako ay nasa unang taon ng kolehiyo pa lamang. Ano ung Cum Laude?&amp;nbsp;sabi ko sa sarili ko noon. Malay ko ba. Eh hindi ko naman talaga alam &#39;yon. Wala namang nagsayang ng oras na ipaliwanang sa akin noon bago ako pumasok sa kolehiyo eh.
Hindi ako </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3139270689235885139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/3139270689235885139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/3139270689235885139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/3139270689235885139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2012/01/maling-sistema-sa-deped-ranking-issues.html' title='Maling Sistema sa DepEd - Ranking Issues'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-2677084441313876539</id><published>2012-01-03T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:20:59.052-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><title type='text'>Hope List</title><summary type="text">The year has just begun. And I am the happiest person in the world because of that fact.I started the year with changes &amp;nbsp;in myself, not a drastic change though. I had a haircut!That&#39;s it!!It&#39;s just my way to remove all the negative vibes I got last year.Like my hair had something to do with my bad luck..LOL! But having new hairstyle for new year seems to give me a fresh start, fresh outlook </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2677084441313876539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/2677084441313876539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/2677084441313876539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/2677084441313876539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2012/01/hope-list.html' title='Hope List'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Ach-3aW7zaTydLyb2Z8ocklzCJ49-kWDOzk9_sTd75Q_mCV5_C6gvhEHkqLV5G2OJT6SBqmRlgQPSzKsYwKFIvtOusEcp0iIxrL7ZbcGxnH28XvsaVHIV7D7sOfv2CFe8giACENNNL_y/s72-c/aaa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-1567015204782562885</id><published>2011-12-28T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:36:52.288-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="korean"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrics"/><title type='text'>Heartstrings (Korean Drama)</title><summary type="text">
Lately, my sisters and I have been hooked into the Korean Drama Heartstrings starring Park Shin Hye (plays &amp;nbsp;as Lee Kyu Won) and Jung Hyong Hwa (as Lee Shin). Its title is Heartstrings.&amp;nbsp;The story is about two completely different persons. One is Lee Shin . He plays the guitar and is a rock star. He is so popular among girls in the university. He is so talented but doesn&#39;t care much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1567015204782562885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/1567015204782562885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/1567015204782562885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/1567015204782562885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/12/heartstrings-korean-drama.html' title='Heartstrings (Korean Drama)'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVlRcIXsKYhFSILEDOwyN3j8-b4yPdAJpboqrSYO7NnxNtMs5C-l8n-HcynRRh4X-aAERPpPkwzVpj6cx7MR7z0a8oBDTKcH9ysoka4sO7C0NAAGWuCXrPjh87Lus2LkSTbET2LkI6Uch5/s72-c/heartstrings_yonghwa_shinhye2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-8268562502380305304</id><published>2011-12-27T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:33:08.687-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><title type='text'>Bagong Taon</title><summary type="text">Kay tagal kong hinintay na dumating ang panahong ito. Sobrang nainip nga ako eh. &#39;Yong tipong kung pwede lang ay hilain ko na ang araw at buwan para umikot ng dirediretso. Nakakapagod kasi ang taon na &#39;to. Dagdag pa ang sandamakmak na kamalasan na di ko man sinalo ay tila hinabol naman ako.Ewan nga ba kung ano ba ang dahilan nun. Siguro ako rin mismo. Sobra ata ang &quot;negativism&quot; ko ngayong taon. &amp;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/8268562502380305304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/8268562502380305304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/12/bagong-taon.html' title='Bagong Taon'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjkK1J9GZ4zwzdCp1I00SluSzZD38x2T8wy3Q71HG9tPEFl1L-LQtyKurZIwFBh1_ECanAULqIDeYzqSlfoKFz8mOoUq7TzSOvt9Kye0rSNx97A5blu8DVR82YeGds2JjS4NZHyfWyuAwu/s72-c/sd.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-4322589130097356532</id><published>2011-12-16T03:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T05:16:52.685-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christian"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fact"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="occasion"/><title type='text'>Origin of Christmas</title><summary type="text">Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year. Gift-giving is in trend. Everybody goes partying like they never have a problem at all. Streets are decorated with colorful lights. You get to see your relatives and family whom you &amp;nbsp;haven&#39;t seen for a long time &#39;cause it seems like everybody is going back home. People mostly are in good mood, beaming with smile. Love, forgiveness and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/4322589130097356532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/4322589130097356532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/12/origin-of-cristmas_16.html' title='Origin of Christmas'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-3165015429140402352</id><published>2011-11-30T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T17:53:49.244-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advertisement"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fita"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><title type='text'>Giving Wholeheartedly</title><summary type="text">I was browsing the youtube looking for a video clip that would help me further explain one of the poems we would be &amp;nbsp;discussing in my English-American Literature Class when I eventually coincidentally made myself arrived in one of my favorite advertisement when I was a kid - the Fita advertisement. It&#39;s a&amp;nbsp;biscuit&amp;nbsp;advertisement. &amp;nbsp;The scene goes like this:

A lad was sitting in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/3165015429140402352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/3165015429140402352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-wholeheartedly.html' title='Giving Wholeheartedly'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-2841557377548439856</id><published>2011-10-10T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T17:24:11.922-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christian"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="opinion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><title type='text'>On Pleasing Yourself</title><summary type="text">

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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I had a conversation with a woman whose age is almost thrice as my age(perhaps, she is 50+) and other women whose ages are between 30 and 40. All of us were professionals. I was the youngest at the age of 21. The woman who is 50, trying to impress the rest of &amp;nbsp;us,as she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2841557377548439856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/2841557377548439856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/2841557377548439856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/2841557377548439856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-pleasing-yourself.html' title='On Pleasing Yourself'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWIlNoRHabJyQ7qrtqH9iAMgfMUcPgTMtwa4AYB8D5pINkcTVzXVLIRQ8X2uR7QDTcKH92CACAUre1ucXXWy29mAcBmVMvLX33ZkVL1Sil3d012pK0BWYWJSi__A99nuRtj0oab0rJSnhh/s72-c/thinking-woman.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-13153742314836954</id><published>2011-09-20T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T22:06:32.264-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="all about me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><title type='text'>Twenty-one</title><summary type="text">These past few days, I had been having a hard time remembering how old I am. When filling out forms or talking to my students, parents of my students, there’s always an inevitable six-second lag before I figure out the answer. I even have to count the no. of years passed from the day I was born (that is 1990) up to this year. I find this unusual because as a child and a teenager, I always knew my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/13153742314836954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/13153742314836954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/13153742314836954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/13153742314836954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/09/twenty-one.html' title='Twenty-one'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-1267612600522836259</id><published>2011-09-11T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T03:50:59.747-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile"/><title type='text'>Heroes Grow Tired Too (A Grandparents&#39; Day Tribute)</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;I grew up watching the Powerpuff girls, Darna and Captain Barbel on T.V. I really love the idea that they have super powers and how they can save other that people using it. When I was a kid that was my definition of a hero: someone who either flies or can lift a bus with one arm, someone who has a show that ends with an ever popular overused line that reminds the viewers that “Once again </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1267612600522836259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/1267612600522836259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/1267612600522836259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/1267612600522836259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/09/heroes-grow-tired-too-grandparents-day.html' title='Heroes Grow Tired Too (A Grandparents&#39; Day Tribute)'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-1318603238760814518</id><published>2011-08-30T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:49:08.928-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="all about me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><title type='text'>FORTRESS</title><summary type="text">
More than a year ago, I and my classmates were asked by our teacher to describe each of our classmates. We wrote our descriptions in a small strips of paper and then gave it to the person we described.&amp;nbsp; There were many adjectives describing me that came out but most wrote approachable, friendly, natural, intelligent and sincere. I was happy scanning the strips of paper, realizing how my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1318603238760814518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/1318603238760814518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/1318603238760814518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/1318603238760814518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/08/fortress.html' title='FORTRESS'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-5152807315985254246</id><published>2011-07-01T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T05:01:47.515-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bubbles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration"/><title type='text'>No Matter Where...</title><summary type="text">I came across this story while I was surfing the net. I Liked it and so I am posting it now...
An old man lived alone. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison.

The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his predicament.&amp;nbsp;

Dear Son:I am feeling pretty bad, because it looks like I won&#39;t be able to plant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5152807315985254246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/5152807315985254246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/5152807315985254246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/5152807315985254246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-matter-where.html' title='No Matter Where...'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-2192903222979387365</id><published>2011-05-31T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T01:23:15.064-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><title type='text'>21</title><summary type="text">I just celebrated my birthday last May 17 and yes, just like what the title of this article is shouting, I just turned 21 years old – a clumsy 21-year-old single lady.&amp;nbsp;
I celebrated my birthday simply. I woke up in the morning, opened my phone to read greetings from friends. In the afternoon, before going to school (by the way, I’m having my post graduate education) I prepared the foods we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2192903222979387365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/2192903222979387365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/2192903222979387365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/2192903222979387365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/05/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-598300528160602824</id><published>2011-05-07T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T08:57:08.832-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><title type='text'>Mother&#39;s Day</title><summary type="text">They say that I am a replica of my mother - her &quot;mini me&quot;. We got the same height(but I am an inch taller!),same eyes and nose, same dimples on the cheek and the same profession. We even have the same month of birthday-May - and the same zodiac sign - Taurus. We both prefer salty foods over sweets and loves cooking and I think, we are both not good at it.

But despite these similarities, we do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/598300528160602824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/598300528160602824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/598300528160602824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/598300528160602824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&#39;s Day'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-8828927834976668509</id><published>2011-04-28T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:34:13.385-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>Past over Future</title><summary type="text">

I was asked:If you would be give a chance to have a power, which would you choose?             The power to see the next 24 hours (or)
             The power to go back to the past 24hours
For a moment I was pensive. Seeing the future is exciting.  You get to see what will happen first before even experiencing. You can prepare yourself and others if you see bad things happening soon. And the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8828927834976668509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/8828927834976668509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/8828927834976668509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/8828927834976668509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/04/power-question.html' title='Past over Future'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEy13daq9YDhrghjZE3cnzF_VmRnXLwoR68Obqjm7Y4VLGOjl79q4Q-nisN7FqONnJG55UtFojcSipvgk-WykXPVj8byH4WlYbSEH2BI9eAzt-u663mPU_dmPMAEgDbrp4R5jBzATCJDV/s72-c/Antique-Pocket-Watch.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-1935061861638571988</id><published>2011-04-13T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:29:12.752-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><title type='text'>Just Another Ordinary Miracle</title><summary type="text">This is just another ordinary miracle  That i woke up alive today  For other persons on other part of the earth  Don’t have a chance to open their eyes again     This just an ordinary miracle  That seeds grow and turn to trees             To give us food so we may not starve  And fresh air so we may breathe     This is just an ordinary miracle   That rainbow swags after the rain  Reminding people</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1935061861638571988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/1935061861638571988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/1935061861638571988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/1935061861638571988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-another-ordinary-miracle.html' title='Just Another Ordinary Miracle'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-2639617654978212747</id><published>2011-04-06T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:55:46.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching for the Star</title><summary type="text">When I was a kid I dreamed of reaching the sky and touching the stars and riding the clouds but I knew in my mind that it would never happen. I knew,in my mind, the margin that separates fiction and reality. Though no one told me about that,I just knew. However, I kept on dreaming about those things while thinking someday,somehow,it would happen. But there are really things that no matter how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2639617654978212747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/2639617654978212747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/2639617654978212747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/2639617654978212747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/04/reaching-for-star.html' title='Reaching for the Star'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVshu6pk3fHX0i9Y0bOk9PZrUh9FK7smk73awN7bL-0V3e7QtTxNdP7773qaAlPm7JwUev0SSu26kVXv0Vp34obnOTLlCOg_Q3v8XnfNE4tZ0-mDwFc_acxrwmGX2NITz6XpgL6ZAiik4/s72-c/reaching-stars.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-607788531564498323</id><published>2011-03-21T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:26:18.162-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>Thoughts On Love</title><summary type="text">...Lyrics from songs that I think best reflect my attitude about L-O-V-E...I’m afraid to flyAnd I don’t know whyI’m jealous of the people whoare not afraid to dieIt’s just that I recallBack when I was smallSomeone promised that they’d catch meAnd then they let me fall-Falling By Sarah GeronimoWhy Can&#39;t it beJust a pathway full of rosesLeading to a sunset viewWith the one you&#39;ve always dream of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/607788531564498323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/607788531564498323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/607788531564498323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/607788531564498323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts-on-love.html' title='Thoughts On Love'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7BUf_QZyK5mHSnCagLrGnt0qydPyCIMDyTnGGnV9bj1L5x_wUACqFSxsIL1ji4LKj5_J9_W7CuLIg18kTrFxOzaaw1C_A8SmUvS7ChLHogSwJJl4HfO8peLmR4Dkb9j1vjjWH0VVSDU0/s72-c/afraidoflove.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-2552978682585717347</id><published>2011-03-09T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:42:18.594-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie"/><title type='text'>Crazy Little Thing Called Love(First Love)...Thai Movie</title><summary type="text">I have watched the 2010 Thailand movie entitled “Crazy Little Called Love” (First Love). It was so cute! It made me remember my crush when I was in high school. The plot is about a bug-faced girl Nam who fell in love with a very handsome guy Chon/Shone, who also happened to be a campus heartthrob. Nam, with her three best friends, kept stalking Chon in school. To get his attention Nam, with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2552978682585717347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/2552978682585717347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/2552978682585717347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/2552978682585717347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/03/crazy-little-thing-called-lovefirst.html' title='Crazy Little Thing Called Love(First Love)...Thai Movie'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMfBESardmyJn72C9e3aVin-ICmzBJungmiDI-ONaRK-wtS1MvGX80Hi9tHQR2gsKrnLnUtDVUpUNmqILOXZ7FIq2O_16lCACuxq6qxVESoThxkxw-s1K3_Npfw3HuohDPBGJGVaxP1Qdr/s72-c/iop.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-6562217715098064333</id><published>2011-02-18T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:50:32.298-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><title type='text'>Comparison</title><summary type="text">Why should there always be black and white?  Why should there always be differences?  Why should we always be compared?  It’s okay if they tell me I am bad  But please don’t tell me I am worse.  For I am what I am   With all of my strengths and weaknesses</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6562217715098064333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/6562217715098064333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/6562217715098064333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/6562217715098064333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/02/comparison_18.html' title='Comparison'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-8249017738674319165</id><published>2011-02-18T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:50:29.662-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><title type='text'>Comparison</title><summary type="text">Why should there always be black and white?  Why should there always be differences?  Why should we always be compared?  It’s okay if they tell me I am bad  But please don’t tell me I am worse.  For I am what I am   With all of my strengths and weaknesses</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8249017738674319165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/8249017738674319165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/8249017738674319165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/8249017738674319165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/02/comparison.html' title='Comparison'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-7182881754299524361</id><published>2011-01-31T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T18:15:22.025-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><title type='text'>Happiness is a Decision</title><summary type="text">Captain Hook captured Wendy. They had a conversation.Captain Hook:So tell me Wendy, why is that unskilful depraved kid can fly?Wendy:Ah won’t tell you...Captain Hook: (puzzled)Wendy: Cause even if I tell you, you can’t do it anyway.Captain Hook:  (Eyebrows skewed. His hook  was under her chin.)Wendy: (afraid) Happy thoughts make Peter Pan fly!  I have been on a roller coaster of emotion last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7182881754299524361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/7182881754299524361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/7182881754299524361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/7182881754299524361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/01/happiness-is-decision.html' title='Happiness is a Decision'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7443370922848978988.post-7461952319564505167</id><published>2011-01-22T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T18:27:31.438-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><title type='text'>Waiting Not in Vain</title><summary type="text">For everything that is happening  in your life is a reason.When  I was looking for a job right after a week I graduated last April 2010, I had  this thinking that the “hunting” would not very hard for me because I graduated  cum laude. And like what my teachers advised me, I passed application letters to  many school and colleges in the city. Of course, I made sure that one of those  schools was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7461952319564505167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7443370922848978988/7461952319564505167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/7461952319564505167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7443370922848978988/posts/default/7461952319564505167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-clumsy.blogspot.com/2011/01/waiting-not-in-vain.html' title='Waiting Not in Vain'/><author><name>Clumsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003670679345756635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKoLN_OJgSjTJI7rVi4pecKaAY0CNivlCDdBmh5eEBkck0BKsSGBxHS52EhxxaG9fU4pwcipq3pOblUZIps_Rrrw-UlDzrUP6gdpBhv_LuCWeJ8wWLiGT9GA1zm2yVA/s220/DSC_0089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>