<?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-8822467026791746433</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 29 Aug 2024 00:37:20 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Quotes</category><category>Essays</category><category>POVs</category><category>Amazing Shots</category><category>Arts</category><category>Food of the mind</category><category>Jokes</category><category>More About Me</category><category>Sad Love Stories</category><category>new blogs</category><title>kchil08: my world</title><description></description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-7610986596381013905</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-25T08:23:03.333-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">new blogs</category><title>My New Sites</title><description>I have 2 new blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is where I put my writings, poems, stories, etc..some sort of journal too :) Check it out here: &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot; href=&quot;http://kchil08.ucoz.com/&quot;&gt;Kchil08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the second one serves as my artfolio where I put all my stuffs like layouts, bullets, graphics, favicons, etc. If you wanna take a visit to my gallery, click here: &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pixiies.ucoz.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;Pixiies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! :)</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-sites.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-7432505411749300722</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 11:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T07:19:29.623-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Accident</title><description>In a street accident:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man tried to help the victims, but suddenly a nursing student came in an said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sir, excuse me, please step back! I have a course in first aid and I&#39;m trained in CPR&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man stepped aside, and watch the procedures for a few moment, then tapped the student on the shoulder and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Kung kailangan mo ng DOCTOR, andito lang ako sa likod mo&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun yun eh! nyahahaha</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/03/accident.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-6785702597558055962</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T04:18:00.988-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quotes</category><title>Rejected</title><description>It hurts so much to be rejected by someone you really love..&lt;br /&gt;But believe me, it hurts 10x more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka-move on ka na tapos sasabihin niyang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I still love you&quot;</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/03/rejected.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-602817442577462892</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 10:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T03:59:41.344-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quotes</category><title>Selos</title><description>&quot;Bakit pag nagseselos ang isang tao, kadalasan ayaw niya ipahalata...dahil ba gusto mo iparamdam sa kanya na di sya mahalaga? o dahil sa nahihiya kang malaman na sobrang mahal mo sya!?&quot; [text quotes]</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/03/selos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-235229224756477640</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 14:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-26T07:20:39.732-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sad...</title><description>i&#39;m sad... so sad..I tried my best but it didn&#39;t happen just as i expected..:((</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/03/sad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-5992265506553609767</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 03:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-21T20:42:48.490-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sad Love Stories</category><title>Letting Her Go</title><description>&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! &quot; Jeanne&#39;s                        eyes were wide and filled with tears. She was afraid of                        what he would say to her.&lt;br /&gt;                    ---------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Jeanne was a nerdy girl with thick glasses. She was a junior                        in her middle school. She was in love with the hottest guy                        in the entire school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;And now, she told him that she loved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Haha! Shut up. Nobody would like you! Who do you                        think I am?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Jeanne had feared he would say something like that. She                        was devastated. She started running. She didn&#39;t want to                        face him ever again. All these thoughts and feelings ran                        throughout her head. Until, she bumped into something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hey, whats up?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;She had bumped into James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;WHAT?! I&#39;ll GO TELL HIM! WHERE DOES HE GET THAT NERVE!                        SOMETIMES, I DON&#39;T KNOW WHY I&#39;M HIS BEST FRIEND! THAT&#39;S                        IT! i&#39;M GOING TO GO BEAT HIM UP!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;NO! James! Don&#39;t do it! It&#39;s not his fault. I was                        the foolish one to think we can ever date.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;But Jeanne!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; No, it&#39;s OK! I should go.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; JEANNE... James grabbed her by the wrist as she was                        getting up. Don&#39;t go.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Jeanne stared into his eyes and felt so warm and fuzzy;                        a feeling she didn&#39;t feel for a long time. But, she looked                        away. She saw in such a long time, it felt awkward to feel                        it again. And then she gently took her wrist out of James&#39;                        grasp and slowly walked away from him with tears in her                        eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Dammit, James! You really did it this time! Jeanne                        just left you! And why are you trying to hit on her?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;James walked back home with his hands stuffed in his pocket.                        Thoughts of Jeanne ran throughout his head. He didn&#39;t want                        Jeanne to be hurt by a jackass. He wanted to show her that                        he loved her. He wanted to show her he cared. But Jeanne                        just seemed to ignore him. And then, something ran into                        him. He crashed on the ground and saw Jeanne was on top                        of him. She seemed to not know whom she crashed into. James                        smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Oh, I&#39;m so sorry. I&#39;m very, very sorry. I should                        have been more careful.. I&#39;m sorry. Can I repay you somehow?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Jeanne&quot;, James said, lifting her chin and brushing                        her bangs. Jeanne looked through his soft eyes and almost                        melted.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;James...&quot; said Jeanne. Suddenly, she started                        crying. James was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; J-Jeanne? What&#39;s wrong?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;I&#39; m s-s-such a f-fool! H-How c-c-can I th-think t-that                        G-Gyung H-Hoon c-can love me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Jeanne.. I would not call that foolish.. I actually                        admire you going up to him and confessing. However, crying                        about him is indeed foolish. Jeanne, Don&#39;t cry about that                        jerk. Here, let&#39;s go to my house. We&#39;re right in front of                        it!&quot; Jeanne nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;James led her to the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Take off your glasses. We need to wipe those tears                        off.&quot; He said with a smile. Jeanne took them off without                        a word. James turned on the water and wet a washcloth. Then,                        he gently wiped her tears off her face.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; James.. Do you love me?&quot; James was startled                        by this comment.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Why do you ask me that?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Because.. it seems like it. Do you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Haha! Jeanne, you are my friend.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Oh.. OK. I think I&#39;m not so teary now. Thanks, James.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; No Problem. Do you want something to drink?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Um... OK.&quot; She followed James out the door.&lt;br /&gt;                    He handed her a glass of orange juice and they sat down                        outside on a bench.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Are you going to be all right?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Yeah.. Thanks. But I don&#39;t think I&#39;ll be able to                        face him again.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; When he calls you something bad, just yell my name.                        OK?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; OK.&quot; she said with a small laugh.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; But what are you going to do when I call you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; I&#39;m going to beat him up!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; What if everyone starts hating you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; It doesn&#39;t matter. As long as the one girl I love                        is happy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Ooh, James! You like someone?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Yeah.. Guess. I&#39;ll never tell you until you get the                        right answer.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Hmm... is it Amy? She&#39;s pretty! What about Lauren?                        She&#39;s nice and quiet. Or is it Becca? She&#39;s generous. Or                        maybe it&#39;s Courtney! She&#39;s not all that nice though...&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;After a few tries, she gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Who is it? I&#39;m dying of curiosity!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Let&#39;s see.. she has glasses.. she&#39;s in love with                        Eric, she&#39;s sitting right next to me! Jeanne let out a small                        gasp.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; M-Me?&quot; James nodded. Jeanne almost passed out.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; James! I have declared you crazy.&quot; James started                        laughing.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Why won&#39;t you believe me? I like you.. I want you                        to be my girlfriend.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; But you&#39;re the second hottest guy in school! What                        if everyone criticizes you for bad taste in girls?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; I don&#39;t care¦ I told you. As long as the one                        girl I love is happy.&quot; he said, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; No, really, James. No games this time. All serious..                        all right?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Yeah.. I know.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Oh my god...&quot; Jeanne said, covering her mouth                        with her hand.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Jeanne, I just want to be the right guy for you.&quot;                        he said while putting his arm around her shoulder. She leaned                        against him and for the first time, she felt accepted by                        someone special.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;But, James! Why did you say I was just a friend before?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Umm! I didn&#39;t feel like it was time yet.&quot; Jeanne                        nodded. She knew how hard it was to say, &quot;I love you.&quot;                        She knew how nervous you would feel. And she knew how hard                        it was to feel the reject.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;I understand, James. I&#39;m just glad you told me. I&#39;ll                        think about it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Jeanne, do you still like Eric?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Yes!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;What has he got, that I don&#39;t?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;I just don&#39;t know! I mean! you two look the same!                        you guys wear things all similarly! but! I like Eric better.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;All right! I&#39;ll make him like you. He knows he&#39;s not                        going to win in a fight.&quot; Jeanne wrapped him in her                        arms.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;James! I&#39;m all right. You don&#39;t have to do all that.&quot;                        And then he wrapped her in his arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Eric, can I see you for a moment?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;What up, dude?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;It&#39;s about Jeanne!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Oh no! don&#39;t tell me about that ugly! I just barf                        when I hear her name!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;SHUT UP! DUDE, YOU JUST HAVE TO GIVE HER A CHANCE!                        WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Hey! I have other girls who want me. The least thing                        I need now is another girl who is ugly and slow liking me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;She&#39;s not ugly and slow! She&#39;s kind and beautiful                        in the inside when you get to know her!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Wait! do you!?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Yes! I do!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Haha! Then why don&#39;t you date her?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Because! she&#39;s in love with a jackass!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;STILL? Haha! Man, she&#39;s hilarious! After I rejected                        her like that?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Hey! please! it would mean a lot to me! just say that                        you at least like her as a friend and apologize for what                        happened last time. Man, she came running all the way to                        my house and started crying! She was just! out of control,                        man! Just tell her that! please?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;All right!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;You&#39;re the best!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Hey, Jeanne! I&#39;m sorry for what happened last time.                        I was sort of tired and grouchy. I wasn&#39;t in a good mood.                        I never wanted to say it that way. I like you as a friend.                        And I want to keep that relationship. All right?&quot; Eric                        let out a hand for a shake. Jeanne nodded. She let out her                        hand and they had a friendship shake, which made James smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;See? Eric likes you! He just wants to keep the relationship                        just as friends! All cool with you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Yes..&quot; she said softly. James took her hand and                        walked away with her.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;You all right, now?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Yeah!&quot; she nodded. &quot;But he only wants us                        to be friends! because I&#39;m a nerd!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Jeanne! Why don&#39;t you ever think about me? You know                        he&#39;s a jerk! Why do you mope around for that! So what, if                        he doesn&#39;t like you! Everyone is different, Jeanne. To my                        eyes, you are a beauty. You can&#39;t always think about him!                        There are other guys out there for you! Not just Eric and                        me! I really don&#39;t want to see you like this.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;James! Do you really love me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;I don&#39;t think I need to answer that!&quot; They stared                        at each other for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;James!&quot; She tried to push him away and he staggered                        a little.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Jeanne! answer this for me! do you love me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;James, I never intended to be your girlfriend. I just                        want to be your friend.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Oh, I see! you&#39;re treating me like how Eric treated                        you. You don&#39;t want to be my girlfriend because I&#39;m way                        different than you. You don&#39;t want to be my girlfriend because                        I&#39;m better looking than you and you&#39;re afraid that people                        will jeer you because of that. Well, you know what? I don&#39;t                        care about any of that!&quot; And with that, he grabbed                        her and locked her lips into his. After a while, he moved                        away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Oh, you really do love me!&quot; She hugged him.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;But, Jeanne! do you still have feelings for him?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Yes! I always have, and always will.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Do you want to be pretty? Like those girls over there?&quot;                        James pointed to a group of girls. They all had big hoop                        earrings and what Jeanne noticed was that they did not have                        any thick glasses like her. Jeanne nodded. She was pretty                        ashamed about it.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;It&#39;s all right, Jeanne. All girls want to be good                        looking. Even they were ugly once. Everyone is.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Really?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Sure! I used to act like a girl once. I always thought                        about my appearance, my clothes, and my hair ; just like                        a girl.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Haha! That&#39;s funny!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;It&#39;s good to see you laugh. Now, Jeanne. I&#39;ll help                        you become pretty&#39;. Then will you be happy?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;I don&#39;t know. I&#39;ve never been attractive in my life..&quot;                        she said innocently.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Well, it&#39;s time you are!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;OK! we&#39;ll start off with your hair.                        It&#39;s nice and curly. I don&#39;t think it&#39;s right to put it                        up in a hairdo or anything. Something needs to go with it.                        And I have just the perfect thing.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;What is it?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Jeanne! we need to pierce your ears.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;WHAT?!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;AAAAAAAHHH! OUCH!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Well, that wasn&#39;t so bad! right?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Yeah right,&quot; Jeanne said, rubbing her ears. &quot;James,                        it&#39;s even painful to touch my ears!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Then just leave them alone before you get an infection!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;All right! Geez!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Now, we need to focus on your clothes. You can&#39;t always                        have a blouse with a tight sweater squeezed over it, you                        know. It looks like our school has a dress code. You should                        have a tight shirt with a miniskirt. That would look good                        on you.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;OK! now that we have all the clothes and jewelry,                        all we need to fix are your glasses. We need contacts for                        your eyes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;How are we going to do that?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;I know someone who can get us contacts. I knew my                        eye doctor for a long time. He can help us with it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;So you want to give her contacts for these glasses?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Yeah. Can you help us?&quot; &quot;Well! the lens                        are really thick! You must be studying really hard, student,&quot;                        he&lt;br /&gt;                    looked at Jeanne. She smiled and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;So! will you take them?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Yeah, I guess. I really like the design. It can be                        a display. And whoever wants it, can get it. All right,                        let&#39;s get you some contacts.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;That was pretty easy, right, Jeanne?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;But it&#39;s pretty weird not pushing up some glasses                        every 10 seconds.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Haha. But your new blue eyes look marvelous.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Wait a minuet! You got blue contacts? BLUE?!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Yeah. And the extra pair is just regular hazel...                        the same color as your eyes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;I want the hazel ones. I don&#39;t want to be a Caucasian.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;No. Don&#39;t you want to be matching with Eric? Eric                        has blue contacts, too, you know!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Fine!&quot; Jeanne pouted. But James knew inside she                        was happy. He knew he was going to have to let go of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;On Monday, James brought Jeanne to school. Everyone gathered                        around them and agreed that James and the new beautiful                        girl was a good couple. James put his arm around Jeanne                        and took her to Eric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;What up, man? Who&#39;s the chick?&quot; Eric asked.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;You&#39;ll never know.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;So tell me!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;You want to tell him, girl?&quot; James asked Jeanne.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Hi! I&#39;m Jeanne.&quot; James and Jeanne smiled when                        they heard him gasp.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;The! the nerdy! nerdy girl?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;The same, Eric! the same.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Can I talk to you, James?&quot; Eric took James away                        from Jeanne. &quot;Dude, what the hell is happening here?                        That&#39;s not Jeanne, right?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;It is Jeanne! How can you live like that? How can                        you live with one spontaneous idea stuck in your head? Can&#39;t                        you ever think about Jeanne being beautiful and attractive?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Well! no.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;See? I knew this was a bad idea. But she loves you!                        Can&#39;t you believe that? And I love her! so I&#39;m letting her                        go to the one jerk she loves. Peace, man,&quot; and with                        that, James walked away. &quot;Good luck, Jeanne.&quot;                        He stuffed his hands into his pants pockets. He tried to                        stop the tears from streaming down his face. Jeanne! if                        you love him that much! I&#39;ll let you go. I hope that jackass                        won&#39;t hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;So! You&#39;re Jeanne! The one I rejected?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Umm! Yeah.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Well! I&#39;ve thought about it, but I think I want you                        to be my girlfriend.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Your girlfriend?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Yeah.&quot; Jeanne couldn&#39;t believe her ears. Thank                        you, James. &quot;So! do you accept?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Of course I do! It&#39;s always been my dream!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Gosh! you have pretty weird dreams! Hey, you look                        cold. Here.&quot; Eric took off his sweater and wrapped                        it over Jeanne. Jeanne was so happy she was crying. Eric                        wiped her tears and comforted her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;After school, Jeanne called James to thank him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hello?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; James! Thank you so much! It went so well between                        Eric and me!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;That&#39;s! that&#39;s great, Jeanne.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; I owe it all to you. Let&#39;s go out for lunch or something                        sometime. I&#39;ll pay.&quot; Jeanne sounded so happy.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Jeanne, I don&#39;t think that&#39;ll be possible.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Why not?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;I&#39;m leaving! to Korea.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; What about your parents? Why are you going? How are                        you going? I just don&#39;t believe this!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;My parents were dead a long time ago, Jeanne. I have                        enough money to get on a plane to Korea.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; But! what about me? I thought you loved me!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Yes, I do. But you&#39;re in love with someone else and                        I don&#39;t want to burden you. I want you to be happy with                        the one you love and not be pressured by me. Tell Eric that                        I congratulate him and tell him good-bye please. Bye, Jeanne.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Jeanne couldn&#39;t believe it. She was able to date because                        of James. She was able to get attractive because of James.                        She was always comforted because of James! And he was leaving                        her out by herself in the big, hateful, hideous world. She                        felt suddenly so scared. She dialed James&#39;s number again,                        but he disconnected the phone. She finally knew who was                        important to her now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;She quickly dressed into the clothes James had bought for                        her and ran outside. She was running for dear life to James&#39;s                        house. When she got there, he was right there, in front                        of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Jeanne was so happy she cried out, &quot;JAMES!&quot; He                        turned to face her. &quot;James, how can you leave me like                        this?&quot; James looked at her with his soft eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;I&#39;m sorry, Jeanne. I have to leave. My cab&#39;s here.                        Bye, Jeanne.&quot; James gave her a peck on the cheek and                        disappeared into the taxi. She watched the taxi disappear                        into the curve and watched her James gone! forever. She                        started crying and crying as if her life was over. But it                        was! she was now alone in the world, with no one to support                        her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;-15 years later-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;James came back to America as a successful lawyer. He came                        back to America in search for the girl he had loved 15 years                        ago. Everyone in Korea had questioned him. And now that                        he was back, he was able to search as much as he wanted.                        But, little did he know there was a problem with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Eric?&quot; James had called Eric. They were in touch                        the whole time James was in Korea.&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Hey! What&#39;s up?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;I came back to America, dude!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Oh! Umm! OK!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;I want to ask about Jeanne. Is she all right?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; You see, James. There&#39;s something about that you                        should know.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;I&#39;m getting a bad feeling about this!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; Well, I guess you can say she&#39;s happy and well.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;What do you mean?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot; She&#39;s with God, man. She&#39;s gone.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;Haha. Nice joke. I&#39;m not kidding. Tell me where she                        is.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &quot;DUDE! I&#39;M TELLING YOU! AFTER YOU TOLD HER YOU WERE                        LEAVING HER, SHE STARTED GETTING DEPRESSED AND GETTING STRESSED!                        IT WAS HORRIBLE, MAN! WHY THE F*CK DID YOU LEAVE? SHE WOULD                        STILL BE ALIVE! BECAUSE OF YOU, SHE HAD TO SUICIDE! WHAT                        THE F*CK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU DUMASS JERK! I THOUGHT YOU                        LOVED HER! I DON&#39;T THINK THAT&#39;S WHAT GUYS WHO FALL IN LOVE                        DO TO THEIR CRUSH! SH*T! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE. REMEMBER WHEN                        YOU CALLED ME A JACKASS? You&#39;d better think again.- Click!                        The phone fell from James&#39;s hand. He dropped to his knees                        in disbelief. He just couldn&#39;t believe it. He felt like                        everything was against him. He felt so angry with himself.                        He felt like ripping himself up. He wanted to follow Jeanne                        up to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;For days and days, James didn&#39;t eat a morsel of food. He                        started getting so much stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;-20 days later-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;James was buried right next to Jeanne&#39;s grave. His tombstone                        read:&lt;br /&gt;                    R.I.P.James Park&lt;br /&gt;                    1980-2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;THE ONE MAN WHO LET GO OF A WOMAN AND LOST HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Source:  &lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot; href=&quot;http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/sadlovestories3.htm&quot;&gt;LoveFateDestiny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/03/letting-her-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-5034435587882740162</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T07:24:30.950-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quotes</category><title>A friend</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;A friend defines a REAL meaning of friendship..&lt;br /&gt;“It isn’t based on how many secrets you share, it isn’t how well you get along nor how much you like each other, it isn’t how people see you together…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appreciates the differences, the gaps, the hindrances, the trials and still..&lt;br /&gt;A friend looks at you..&lt;br /&gt;Straight from the heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without hatred,&lt;br /&gt;Without judgments,&lt;br /&gt;Without envy,&lt;br /&gt;Without prejudice,&lt;br /&gt;Only&lt;br /&gt;Pure acceptance&lt;br /&gt;And respect..”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..that&#39;s a real friend ^^</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/02/friend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-361493252035516928</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T07:20:03.332-08:00</atom:updated><title>Finding Someone..</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Find someone&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to kiss your&lt;br /&gt;Lips everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who lifts and hugs you&lt;br /&gt;When you’re JEALOUS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who PATIENTLY keeps&lt;br /&gt;SILENT when you’re MAD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who fixes your hair&lt;br /&gt;Just to see your FACE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the one who&lt;br /&gt;Wants to have lunch with you with his/her&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who shares&lt;br /&gt;His/her drinks with&lt;br /&gt;You…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who squeezes your hand&lt;br /&gt;Together when you&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze his/her and&lt;br /&gt;The one who will cut work just to&lt;br /&gt;Have a date with you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIND SOMEONE WHO PLANS&lt;br /&gt;AND IMAGINES&lt;br /&gt;His/her FUTURE with you&lt;br /&gt;40 yrs from now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHEN YOU FIND HI/HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER&lt;br /&gt;LET GO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..it&#39;s hard to find that someone..you really have to open not only your eyes but your heart to find him/her..</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/02/finding-someone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-730063209161258109</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T07:17:29.311-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quotes</category><title>Sad story..</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;A true sad story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I went to the beach..&lt;br /&gt;A we arrived, I noticed an old woman sitting on the shore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours went by, its already midnight..&lt;br /&gt;The old woman is still sitting there..&lt;br /&gt;I approached her and said,&lt;br /&gt;“Nay, sino po kasama niyo?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mga anak ko,apo. Pero punta lang daw sila nang trabaho tapos babalikan ako pag-uwi.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maghahating-gabi na po Nay. Sigurado po ba kayong babalik sila?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oo apo. Di nila ako pababayaan..May iniwan silang sulat sa’kin pero di ko mabasa..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tear fell as I read the letter..&lt;br /&gt;“Kung sino man ang makakita sa matandang ito, dalhin na lang sa home for the aged. Thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola: apo, wag ka nang umiyak…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa wow mali ka..&lt;br /&gt;Kaway ka sa camera!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;yari xa eh ^^</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-8425185911504441191</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T07:15:15.260-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quotes</category><title>fairytales?</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;Before..&lt;br /&gt;In all fairy tales,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prince will fall in love with the princess..&lt;br /&gt;And the prince will fight the witch and dragons to have his princess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prince would simply make the princess fall deeply in love with him..&lt;br /&gt;And the princess would do all the fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is the reason why fairy tales only exist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….”Once upon a time”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad..&lt;br /&gt;but it happens almost all the time..</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/02/fairytales.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-6158686394592464111</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-01T07:16:04.520-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quotes</category><title>Stranded in a love story</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;It’s so hard to be stranded by a love story..&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you are currently feeling the near end but the story isn’t ending..&lt;br /&gt;Much confusing is today he/she loves you..&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, he/she doesn’t care..&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, you’re special..&lt;br /&gt;The next day you’re nothing..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..it&#39;s really really hard..&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to decide whether you have to hold on or to let go..&lt;br /&gt;But all I can say..&lt;br /&gt;What is meant for you really meant for you..</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-so-hard-to-be-stranded-by-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-1481115019669804051</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 03:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-22T19:07:33.972-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quotes</category><title>Ang Love?</title><description>Bakit ang love napaka-unpredictable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;May mga close na talaga...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yung iba mortal enemies pa kunwari....sila din pala sa huli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yung iba naman, Friends sa una.....magkakadevelop-an din pala&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At yung iba, pa-crush-crush lang..pero.....dun din ang punta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Merong na-develop from txtmates..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At meron ding dahil sa barkada..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Pero kahit saan man yan nagsimula..&lt;br /&gt;At san man yan mauwi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iisang bagay lang ang mahalaga....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun ay nagmahal ka&lt;br /&gt;At naging masaya ka....</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/01/ang-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-7316895179794908535</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-22T18:59:21.074-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quotes</category><title>Inspirational</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;There are times when we experience downfall in our lives...&lt;br /&gt;People around us can be cruel and insensitive...&lt;br /&gt;But that should not stop us from realizing that each passing day is another chance to turn our lives around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life always has a better side..&lt;br /&gt;And it&#39;s never to late to flip the coin&lt;br /&gt;And be at the other side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/01/inspirational.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-7603535699788302396</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-19T06:24:49.039-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">POVs</category><title>The most touching song I&#39;ve ever Heard</title><description>This is the most touching song I&#39;ve ever heard. It really makes me cry when I first heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I Were A Boy&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy even just for a day&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d roll out of bed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And throw on what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;And go drink beer with the guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chase after girls&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d kick it with who I wanted&lt;br /&gt;And I&#39;d never get confronted for it&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Cause they stick up for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I&#39;d be a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d listen to her&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Cause he&#39;s taking you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I would turn off my phone&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone it&#39;s broken&lt;br /&gt;So they&#39;d think that I was sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d put myself first&lt;br /&gt;And make the rules as I go&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Cause I know that she&#39;d be faithful&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to come home, to come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I&#39;d be a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d listen to her&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Cause he&#39;s taking you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s a little too late for you to come back&lt;br /&gt;Say it&#39;s just a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Think I&#39;d forgive you like that&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;You thought wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you&#39;re just a boy&lt;br /&gt;You don&#39;t understand&lt;br /&gt;And you don&#39;t understand, oh&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday you wish you were a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don&#39;t listen to her&lt;br /&gt;You don&#39;t care how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Cause you&#39;re taking her for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;But you&#39;re just a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I think the lyrics of the song explains it all. Though it did not happen to me, I&#39;m felt pity for the girl in the story of the song. And it makes me cry as I put myself in that situation. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/01/most-touching-song-ive-ever-heard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-8307156489577996769</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 14:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-19T06:32:15.620-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">POVs</category><title>10 things and attitudes I hate in Guys</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;1. I hate guys who don&#39;t know how to show his affection in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate guys who take advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate guys who smoke. I&#39;m so allergic to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate guys who used to be an alcohol drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate guys who&#39;s not GOD FEARING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate guys who have bad odors. Everybody don&#39;t like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate guys who are a total flirt and playboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate guys who are not sensitive and not sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate guys who are too aggressive and arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate guys don&#39;t know to control himself in a way that he is too noisy when it is not needed. And don&#39;t know where to put himself in a situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s all.</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-things-and-attitudes-i-hate-in-guys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-5824931149452693725</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-19T06:46:28.447-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food of the mind</category><title>7 Cardinal Rules of Life</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;1. Make peace with your past so it won&#39;t screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Time heals almost everything, give time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don&#39;t compare your life to others and don&#39;t judge them. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stop thinking too much, its alright not to know the answers, they will come to you when least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Smile. You don&#39;t own all the problems in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that lightens up your feeling. God bless You!</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-cardinal-rules-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-2814483748270517871</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-18T17:42:54.523-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">POVs</category><title>The Problem Thingy</title><description>All of us got problems right? And we different ways to carry on and solve these things and situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually last January 8 in our Values class, we tackle about that problem thingy. Our values teacher said that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Pag ikaw&#39;y may problema, wag kayong titingin sa langit. Bakit? kasi pag ginawa mo yon, maraming tanong ang papasok sa isip mo gaya ng &#39;Lord bakit ganito? bakit ako? bakit..bakit..bakit&#39; at ang makikita mo lang ay ang sarili mo. Bakit hindi ka tumingin sa paligid mo..at makikita mo kung ano ang ikaw sa iba..makikita mo na ay oo di lang pala ako ang may problema sa mundo..pati pala sila ang iba pa&#39;y mas mabigat sakin..&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Translation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;If you have problems, don&#39;t look up in the sky. Why? because if you do that, questions will pop-up in your mind like &#39;Lord why is this happening to me? Why me? why..why..why&#39; and you will only see yourself amidst all problems. Why not look around you..and there you will see yourself among others and yes, you are not th only one having problems in this world..even others have it and some are worse than mine.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized..yes she got a point. People, when having problems, look up in the sky and somewhat blame God without even looking at others situation in life..that they must be luckier than them...</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/01/problem-thingy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-3095006736962848438</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 15:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-18T08:27:22.291-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Amazing Shots</category><title>Incredible sky</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/81/28/63668218/1_790736248l.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 155px;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/81/28/63668218/1_790736248l.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/81/28/63668218/1_173088764l.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 155px;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/81/28/63668218/1_173088764l.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/81/28/63668218/1_907948634l.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 156px;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/81/28/63668218/1_907948634l.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happen that last year,year 2008, I&#39;ve capture this incredible pic of the sky at around 5:20 or 6:00 in the afternoon at our school using my cellphone. It is so incredible right..I&#39;ve never seen anything like this before that&#39;s why I took the chance of taking pictures of it. I have taken 4 pictures however, the 1 other pics where deleted in my cellphone by my younger brother who happened to be playing with it that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a closer look at the picture. There you see a white spot right? that is the planet Venus in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, do I have the potential to be a photographer now? lols. Well I&#39;m proud to say, no editing involved in that pics of mine. Ang its all real. Seen by my naked eye. 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It was last November 2008 held at &lt;st1:placename st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Trece&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Martires&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;,&lt;st1:city st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Cavite&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;color:gray;&quot;   &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;&quot;  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;&quot;  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Demand – Driven Statistics: Key to Micro, Small and Medium &lt;st1:city st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Enterprise&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (MSME) Development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;&quot;  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; &gt;The world is now facing s great dilemma!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; &gt;The &lt;st1:country-region st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; together with all the countries around the globe are suffering from the economic breakdown. Melamine scare in &lt;st1:country-region st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, Lehman Brothers bankruptcy in &lt;st1:country-region st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and the consecutively increasing of oil prices from exporting countries are partly to blame with such a downward slope in the present statistical data recorded. These are some of the problems that create huge impact in the business ventures all over the world leading to the downturn of the world economy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; &gt;It sad to think that the &lt;st1:country-region st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, once one of the richest country in &lt;st1:place st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt; has been fallen behind other developing Asian nations. In fact, it is now considered as a third-world country which means to say that when it comes to the present state of its economy, it is lagging behind compared to other countries in the world. Precisely the same reason why most of the citizens are pursuing employment abroad and hoping for a greener pasture. But can we blame them? In fact, we cannot solve the economic problem alone but maybe we can do something about it all together by addressing the root cause of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; &gt;However, in solving these problems, numerical information is often required and that is where the concept of statistics gets in…Statistics plays a momentous role in almost every field of life and human activity as well as in business because it provides all the empirical data needed in economic research and the quantitative basis for attaining decisions in all matters.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; &gt;Moreover, big things come from small beginnings. About 99.6 percent of the country’s business is classified as MSME or Micro, Small, Medium enterprise according to statistics. It employs about 70 percent of the total population or workforce of the country. MSMEs are also responsible for driving innovation and competition for it gives enormous opportunities for most entrepreneurs to harness their skills and talents, to experiment, to innovate and to transform their ideas into goods and services and finally ventures it into larger units. That is the reason why it is considered as the backbone of the &lt;st1:country-region st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; economy as well as the engine of economic growth worldwide.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; &gt;It is therefore recommended that MSMEs must given proper assistance and support from the government and all of the various sectors of the community. A demand-driven statistics is a key toward MSMEs development. It will serve as the basis for every small business’s decisions and a torch leading toward the right direction. It will surely uplift the spirit of our glooming economic condition. Moreover, it will provide a spark to boost itself…making a great impact to the world in general.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; &gt;Let’s face it; no one can save the world except its own people and a right strategy. All it takes is a strong will to survive amidst all crises. People should be heading into the same path and aiming toward a single vision…that is to help one another. Even small part of anything matters…like in the case of MSMEs…for without the united effort of everybody, we cannot volt into a complete whole.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;&quot; &gt;Finally, I go back to my premise…The world may be facing a great dilemma…but every problem has its solution. Do you mind being a part of the solution? Let us all be part of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/01/essay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-405327230315924491</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-13T07:34:11.443-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Essays</category><title>The Things That Make Me Lonely</title><description>Have you ever been lonely simply just by looking or listening to music or something? If you are going to ask me that question, I would answer it &#39;yes&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is the feeling that is recognized because of the absence of a desired relationship. And me, as a typical teenager also experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that make me lone are the things that make me remember an experience in life that made a great impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;1. A simple, black cane&lt;/span&gt; - this thing has been used by my grandfather when he wa&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXnjcHX_TRRMCTpPBCllx1Xfc6RuB-hF691D7pANhI9fwVivOMXfozPpkWq_p862V-6xwv6OZVS-rV6pNQK5Ou9uPRSfHx3H81m8XsnnnYZVaeOYBarBmA8eduUNhMf-WbhxSNDLVerez_/s1600-h/CB136-thumb0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 124px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXnjcHX_TRRMCTpPBCllx1Xfc6RuB-hF691D7pANhI9fwVivOMXfozPpkWq_p862V-6xwv6OZVS-rV6pNQK5Ou9uPRSfHx3H81m8XsnnnYZVaeOYBarBmA8eduUNhMf-WbhxSNDLVerez_/s320/CB136-thumb0.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290227561129277970&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s still alive. We were not that close, well actually before..I feel some sort of hate for him for he always scolded me. But later I realized that he was so important to me. All my life, I wish to be close to him..my Lolo..but I don&#39;t have the chance anymore and it always makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Any pictures of Lovers that shows passion and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;sweetness&lt;/span&gt; - well I real&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGq3NFIoPoNKLtjCW2t9fG4DMWVe3xGgNieGcQ7yfSsNquzF32mLRjxd8myE7PCG-RH6UizIyzlE7fW3cpsyuCeqL10iwC4Q9toaAnx60hrDZlgjjbO7DwdQCFsqu3y-EH70kY35JM0VDf/s1600-h/lovers.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 118px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGq3NFIoPoNKLtjCW2t9fG4DMWVe3xGgNieGcQ7yfSsNquzF32mLRjxd8myE7PCG-RH6UizIyzlE7fW3cpsyuCeqL10iwC4Q9toaAnx60hrDZlgjjbO7DwdQCFsqu3y-EH70kY35JM0VDf/s200/lovers.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290228255783262322&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ly envy those kind of pictures..why? because I&#39;m in a long distance relationship and it really makes me lonely..well happy in a part that I know he loves me too but there&#39;s always something that is missing. And it really saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;3. Songs of Secondhand Serenade&lt;/span&gt; - I always listen to their songs because it is &lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiluiqXDVMglxmjUOSQfufDElOqClgn7-aPPPFcxE_BqEaz6lc3cyR8pNx-bznjbIosRjzl11AfzMstGJhCgSppcPD9T5fsazh5dLpQyvvKPGr_0pMOCcjdl07aQOTT76cszXhUeWCihWIZ/s1600-h/2271355522_813f559bc6.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 151px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiluiqXDVMglxmjUOSQfufDElOqClgn7-aPPPFcxE_BqEaz6lc3cyR8pNx-bznjbIosRjzl11AfzMstGJhCgSppcPD9T5fsazh5dLpQyvvKPGr_0pMOCcjdl07aQOTT76cszXhUeWCihWIZ/s200/2271355522_813f559bc6.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290228843607779586&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;unique and so pleasant to the ear but if you will take a deeper understanding on its lyrics, you will find that it is so emotional and it can really carry your feelings with it. Sometimes when I&#39;m listening to their songs, I just find myself crying like I&#39;m the person in the story of the song. But FYI, SHS is my favorite band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That things have made me lonely but still I&#39;m looking at the brighter side of life..as they say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;span&gt;Behind the dark clouds, there is the sun&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-that-make-me-lonely.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXnjcHX_TRRMCTpPBCllx1Xfc6RuB-hF691D7pANhI9fwVivOMXfozPpkWq_p862V-6xwv6OZVS-rV6pNQK5Ou9uPRSfHx3H81m8XsnnnYZVaeOYBarBmA8eduUNhMf-WbhxSNDLVerez_/s72-c/CB136-thumb0.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-7527353475024508579</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 13:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-13T07:34:46.261-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Essays</category><title>What Do I Want To Do After 4 Years?</title><description>As of now, I really have a hard time thinking of what course I may take at college, if it is BS ECE (Electronics and Communication Engineering) or BS IT (Information Technology) but if I would be given the chance to take any of the two, I wish somehow, I can make it...well passed that course and get a stable job easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do I really want in my life after 4 yrs? well..if only I can control everything that will happen (but that sounds impossible? yeah) I want to have a stable job like what I said above. I will earn money to help my parent and younger brother. I want to give them the life that they don&#39;t have now..the ease of living, especially for my parents. I will support the studies of my younger brother. Not just to return my graitude for my parents but because I love them. And also, I will enjoy my life but still on-the- go to face the challenges of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to earn at least 5 million dollars (nah kidding, just in pesos lols I dont know if I can make it lols). That&#39;s for my dream house. I don&#39;t know if its enough or not..what I know is that 5  million nowadays is not enough to build a three storey house, what about in the future? Well I guess I have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be glad to have as much than this after 4 yrs..who knows? but as of now, that&#39;s all that I really want to do.</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-i-want-to-do-after-4-years.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-5323856195843187003</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-13T07:36:29.163-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Arts</category><title>100% Kawaiiness MoveOver Layout</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/2659/s52wz8.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 394px;&quot; src=&quot;http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/2659/s52wz8.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; This Layout have Media box, Testi/Comment box, Friends box, Photo Gallery, Control Panel and shout box only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;CSS URL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;http://www.freewebtown.com/kchil08/kawaiiness.pdf&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;sorry I can&#39;t provide a live preview as of now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;Best viewed in IE, 1024 X 768 screen resolution.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/01/100-kawaiiness-moveover-layout.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822467026791746433.post-3271957856805239987</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 05:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-13T07:36:45.570-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">More About Me</category><title>The Author : A Brief Introduction</title><description>&lt;center style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;Let&#39;s start here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is &lt;b style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;Ma. Kristina B. Cuenca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She like to be called as KC, Kristina as well as KChi ^^&lt;br /&gt;She was born on the Ninth Day of October in a year of the Monkey: 1992.&lt;br /&gt;She&#39;s definitely a Libran and her planet is Venus though she lived in earth :lol:&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Sixteen (never been kiss, never been touch :lol: )&lt;br /&gt;She&#39;s a God-fearing person.&lt;br /&gt;God is her first love.&lt;br /&gt;She love her family, Jonard and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Her BFF is no other than Erika w/c she often calls Ehka.&lt;br /&gt;Other friends are her classmates, schoolmates, kamoterians, ftalkers, and MMP.&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite groups is ONE PIECE and Kamoterians ^^&lt;br /&gt;KC love to watch Anime shows: esp. adventures and love story.&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite Anime show is Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion&lt;br /&gt;And of course, her favorite Anime Character is Lelouch ♥ CC.&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite song is ForeverMore.&lt;br /&gt;And 08 is her fave number.&lt;br /&gt;Fave band is SHS (Secondhand Serenade) and all their songs.&lt;br /&gt;She love the movie Death Note 1, 2, and L: Change the World.&lt;br /&gt;She love the character of &quot;L&quot; played by Kenichi Matsuyama, a japanese actor, her crush and her favorite actor of course.&lt;br /&gt;She also love the actress in the person of Keiko Kitagawa because of her beautiful face and hair.&lt;br /&gt;She&#39;s a friendster layout maker and a graphics maker but currently on hiatus because of a very busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;For her, love is...&quot;I really don&#39;t know&quot;&lt;br /&gt;For her, friends are...&quot;Remains true behind my back *not plastik of corz&quot;&lt;br /&gt;For her, life is...&quot;The Greatest Gift of God&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Her motto in life is...&quot;Life is a not a mismatch of good and bad, it is the combination of both. There is no light without darkness. There is no good in evil.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;She looks like...&quot;Mary Joy daw? mukha daw kmi mgkaptid eh&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;childish * sometimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;snobbish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talkative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;somewhat mataray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;daydreamer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;easy to love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;somewhat impulsive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What Others know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;moody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;makulit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;emo?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beautiful ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far beyond that?&lt;br /&gt;Just judge her...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuh! at last you&#39;ve finished reading my very brief introduction lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description><link>http://kchil08.blogspot.com/2009/01/author-brief-introduction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (kchil08)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>