<?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-7200309956732145564</id><updated>2024-09-08T22:47:58.599+08:00</updated><category term="love"/><category term="friendship"/><category term="nature"/><category term="hearts"/><category term="hearts day"/><category term="holidays"/><category term="life"/><category term="sunset"/><category term="valentines day"/><category term="all about me"/><category term="ancient wonders"/><category term="birthday message"/><category term="blogstart"/><category term="blues"/><category term="christmas"/><category term="dilemma"/><category term="disguise"/><category term="embarrassing moments"/><category term="embarrassment"/><category term="emotions"/><category term="hangovers"/><category term="illusions"/><category term="me myself and I"/><category term="music"/><category term="sadness"/><category term="season greetings"/><category term="secrets"/><category term="signs"/><category term="solitude"/><category term="songs"/><category term="summer"/><category term="thoughts"/><category term="tumblr"/><category term="twitter"/><category term="weekend"/><title type='text'>I Am Getch</title><subtitle type='html'>It&#39;s all about me learning all...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-5897513145873711298</id><published>2011-08-23T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T13:31:49.573+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="all about me"/><title type='text'>Where on Earth?!</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m the kind of girl who doesn&#39;t settle living a home buddy life.&amp;nbsp; I am a  person who wants to go to places.&amp;nbsp; Places that I have never been.&amp;nbsp; I  want to explore.&amp;nbsp; Go for adventure.&amp;nbsp; See different things, different  views.&amp;nbsp; Meet new people.&amp;nbsp; Be in a whole new environment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I mean, I only have one life to live and I don&#39;t intend to imprison it  within the 4 corners of my humble abode.&amp;nbsp; There&#39;s a big world out there,  ready to be explored and discovered.&amp;nbsp; Tough world, ready to be  conquered.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, not really much with the conquering.&amp;nbsp; All I want is to see the world beyond my comfort zone.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/5897513145873711298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/5897513145873711298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/5897513145873711298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/5897513145873711298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-on-earth.html' title='Where on Earth?!'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-1649675672015235706</id><published>2010-06-23T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:48:56.996+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>Odds of the mind</title><content type='html'>Living in a dream of nightmare again… &lt;br /&gt;
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I guess my wish of knowing you more is just so impossible to do… &lt;br /&gt;
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I don’t wanna play around with emotions…this is for real… &lt;br /&gt;
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For someone who’s been murdered by LOVE once, surely, would not allow another mayhem to destroy what is being left by the tragic fate.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/1649675672015235706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/1649675672015235706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/1649675672015235706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/1649675672015235706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2010/06/odds-of-mind.html' title='Odds of the mind'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-931510434198872128</id><published>2010-04-05T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:55:01.169+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summer"/><title type='text'>Bantayan in Catmon</title><content type='html'>I was so damn excited about the Bantayan trip.&amp;nbsp; Bantayan is all I have in mind for the entire week.&amp;nbsp; But before that, we still have one more shift to accomplish then we&#39;re off.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the morning of our last shift, I woke up early.&amp;nbsp; I intended to because I still have to pack my things up for the trip before going to work because we&#39;ll be leaving right after the end of our shift.&amp;nbsp; But much to my surprise, the excitement I just had felt for the entire week was gone.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I no longer have that eagerness to get ready with all the stuffs that I&#39;m gonna need.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I was just sitting around, doing a movie marathon while waiting for the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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An hour before I leave for work, the wind of change blew in.&amp;nbsp; Out of the blue, I decided not to go and be in somewhere else.&amp;nbsp; It was my all-time wish to start my summer with a blast and Bantayan was a perfect place to fulfill it.&amp;nbsp; But to avoid too much complications, I came up with the heart-crushing decision to stay and be left behind by my colleagues and head my way to Catmon.&amp;nbsp; I have to go to Catmon.&amp;nbsp; I really need to go to Catmon.&lt;br /&gt;
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My reasons may be ambiguous in this post but sooner or later, you would know and understand why I did such.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/931510434198872128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/931510434198872128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/931510434198872128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/931510434198872128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2010/04/bantayan-in-catmon.html' title='Bantayan in Catmon'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-7562416915389206458</id><published>2010-03-08T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:30:41.918+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>It could have been</title><content type='html'>March 8, 2010.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hmmm, I wonder what&#39;s with today?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s not my birthday.&amp;nbsp; Not even a member of my family is celebrating their birthday today.&amp;nbsp; Neither of my friends celebrates their natal day today.&amp;nbsp; Even the couples I know, none of them are celebrating their monthsary or anniversary today.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, if there was still us, it could have been ours.&amp;nbsp; We could be celebrating our first year of being together.&amp;nbsp; We could have been making a memorabilia out of this day.&amp;nbsp; We could have shared this special moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately, this day will just remain as a black and white memory.&amp;nbsp; A memory that will be a part of the shadow of my past.&amp;nbsp; And right at this instance, all I can say is,&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;It could have been...&quot; =(</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/7562416915389206458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/7562416915389206458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/7562416915389206458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/7562416915389206458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-could-have-been.html' title='It could have been'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-7949539412607687496</id><published>2010-02-27T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:25:04.044+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>A Help or A Hassle?</title><content type='html'>&quot;The guilt of being useless slowly devours my soul and harshly inflicting guilt into my heart.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I find myself useless of not being able to help despite the fact that I did everything that I could do, exerting all the effort that I have left.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was his only refuge, as he would say.&amp;nbsp; I am the only person he can turn to right now. &amp;nbsp; I did tried to help out but did not contribute much solution to what he&#39;s going through.&amp;nbsp; And with that, I can consider myself as a failure.&amp;nbsp; A useless friend.&amp;nbsp; Hearing the words from him that he&#39;s desperate, hopeless and is losing it, drives me to ask myself, &quot;Was that really all that I can do?&amp;nbsp; Was that my best effort?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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People who heard my story would say that I already did everything to help him out and there&#39;s no reason for me to be so obnoxious about it or murder myself with guilt.&amp;nbsp; But if I were to speak for myself, I would say I was a bit of a slacker back there.&amp;nbsp; I did not give much effort.&lt;br /&gt;
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And now, I&#39;m so damn worried of what&#39;s gonna happen to him next.&amp;nbsp; Will things get worst that would make me more guilty of and have myself to blame and carry this conscience with me forever?&amp;nbsp; Or would all of these come to a perfectly good end?&lt;br /&gt;
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For now, all I can say is that I&#39;m totally furious at myself and so worried sick for him.&amp;nbsp; And the last thing we need is a miracle.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/7949539412607687496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/7949539412607687496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/7949539412607687496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/7949539412607687496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2010/02/uselessly-helping.html' title='A Help or A Hassle?'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-2251800467767253192</id><published>2010-02-14T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:41:02.399+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hearts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hearts day"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="valentines day"/><title type='text'>To All I Love</title><content type='html'>Today is not just a day for couples or for lovebirds.&amp;nbsp; This a day for all of us.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s the day for us to love, to be loved and to share love.&amp;nbsp; The day for us to celebrate for all the love we have in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
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And as for me, it&#39;s another day where I get the chance to say what I have to say, do what I have to do for all those I love and for all those I hold so dear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Where should I begin?!&amp;nbsp; Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;
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How could I ever miss to mention our ever merciful Father.&amp;nbsp; No one or nothing can ever surpass His greatness.&amp;nbsp; Only He who has love me unconditionally.&amp;nbsp; A kind of love that knows no boundary.&amp;nbsp; Even the most notorious man on earth, He&#39;d still find a way to cradle that person back.&amp;nbsp; Just like me, no matter how I&#39;ve been so stubborn and how I&#39;ve been such a sinner, He always knocks on my heart and been trying to help me out find my way back to Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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And of course, He always have my folks as His instruments who could help me out in everything.&amp;nbsp; Without their constant guidance, I could be out on the street, living a wandering life.&amp;nbsp; They may not be right at all times but, hey, they are just humans like me.&amp;nbsp; But then again, through them, I was given the chance to live and enjoy everything about life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of life, who could ever live it without friends?!&amp;nbsp; If such human exists, that could be so sad.&amp;nbsp; I mean, all of us would need a friend.&amp;nbsp; Even just one friend.&amp;nbsp; And I considered myself lucky to have such good friends.&amp;nbsp; Friends who stick with me through thick and thin.&amp;nbsp; Friends who had me at my best and far more better, at my worst.&amp;nbsp; Friends I can always count on.&amp;nbsp; Friends who always remained true.&lt;br /&gt;
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And to one friend that I have loved and will forever love.&amp;nbsp; Despite what happened between us, my heart still beats for you.&amp;nbsp; Losing you may have been painful.&amp;nbsp; But loving you from afar makes me happy and contented.&amp;nbsp; The willingness of my heart to wait for you even if it takes forever may sound crazy for others but as for me, I can live with it with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I would like to commend those I love and those who have loved me and is still loving me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Hearts day to all of you!!! ^_^</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/2251800467767253192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/2251800467767253192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/2251800467767253192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/2251800467767253192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-all-i-love.html' title='To All I Love'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-3074469451495022304</id><published>2010-02-13T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T13:28:41.553+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hearts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hearts day"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="valentines day"/><title type='text'>Heart&#39;s Day for All</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s the month of February.&amp;nbsp; The town is painted with red.&amp;nbsp; Red balloons, red hearts, red roses all over the place.&amp;nbsp; And, obviously, people would know what this would mean.&amp;nbsp; Even a 3 year old child could determine that Valentines Day is just one sleep away.&lt;br /&gt;
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A lot are now preoccupied with what they&#39;re gonna do on that day and how are they gonna celebrate it romantically with their partners.&amp;nbsp; Ideas are just flowing from time to time.&amp;nbsp; People just wanted the best on this day.&amp;nbsp; Flowers of expensive costs doesn&#39;t bother the guys as long as they could give the most beautiful ones.&amp;nbsp; Ladies don&#39;t mind the blisters they get from spending all day walking around, looking for the perfect gift.&amp;nbsp; They wanted it to be the most memorable and unforgettable moment.&amp;nbsp; They wanted to make their partners happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that goes for the couples.&lt;br /&gt;
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But what about those without partners?!&amp;nbsp; The single ones?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Can&#39;t they be happy on this day?!&amp;nbsp; Can&#39;t they celebrate this day as well?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Many would say that this day is day for couples, for lovebirds.&amp;nbsp; But can&#39;t Valentines Day, a day for all, even to single people?!&lt;br /&gt;
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There are a lot more to just celebrating it with partners.&amp;nbsp; The day can be celebrated with your family, your friends, and all of those whom you love so dear.&amp;nbsp; Single guys and ladies don&#39;t have to be lonely on this day.&amp;nbsp; They don&#39;t have to isolate their selves at home.&amp;nbsp; Others would tend to indulge their selves to work to divert their attention from the lonely feeling that they&#39;re getting on this Day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Why does it have to be this way?!&amp;nbsp; I mean, com&#39;on!&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t pity yourself much for being single on that day.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t pressure yourself much for not having a partner yet on that day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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There&#39;s more to life than just having a partner.&lt;br /&gt;
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HAPPY HEARTS DAY TO ONE AND ALL!!! ^_^</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/3074469451495022304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/3074469451495022304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/3074469451495022304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/3074469451495022304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2010/02/hearts-day-for-all.html' title='Heart&#39;s Day for All'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-799005747176410912</id><published>2010-01-27T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T06:30:12.680+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me myself and I"/><title type='text'>Are you still there?</title><content type='html'>Hi pretty me!&amp;nbsp; How are you doin’?&amp;nbsp; Been so silent lately.&amp;nbsp; I know you’re hooked up with work but it seems that you are running backwards.&amp;nbsp; You’re going back to your old life again.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm, did you drown yourself into the ocean of craziness?!&amp;nbsp; Uh oh!!&amp;nbsp; You’re slowly breaking yourself into pieces again.&amp;nbsp; Get a grip of yourself.&amp;nbsp; Weren’t you drained after that nightmare ride of horror?!&amp;nbsp; I mean, com’on.&amp;nbsp; Everything around you seems getting better.&amp;nbsp; Everyone seems to get along.&amp;nbsp; Sweetie, can you at least try to be more conscientious?!&amp;nbsp; Have mercy on yourself, my dear.&amp;nbsp; A lot out there is damn concern about you.&amp;nbsp; Can you at least be good to yourself this time?!&amp;nbsp; Would you do it for me, please?!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/799005747176410912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/799005747176410912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/799005747176410912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/799005747176410912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-you-still-there.html' title='Are you still there?'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-5069286617887798489</id><published>2010-01-05T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:05:03.934+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="disguise"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tumblr"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twitter"/><title type='text'>Perfect Disguise</title><content type='html'>I thought having an account with tumblr.com would just be like any other normal account I have.&amp;nbsp; But it turned out to be surprisingly awesome.&amp;nbsp; With my tumblr account, I am now connected to civilization again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;lolz&gt;&amp;nbsp; What I meant was, I can now connect to twitter daily even without accessing their main site.&amp;nbsp; I’m so loving tumblr so much.&amp;nbsp; Tumblr is one of a kind.&amp;nbsp; I just hope that IT guys won’t notice this.&amp;nbsp; But even so, I get to enjoy it already.&lt;/lolz&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/5069286617887798489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/5069286617887798489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/5069286617887798489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/5069286617887798489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2010/01/perfect-disguise.html' title='Perfect Disguise'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-3825871724177462776</id><published>2010-01-04T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:51:11.340+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="embarrassing moments"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="embarrassment"/><title type='text'>Perfect Embarrassment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;copy&quot;&gt;Just an ordinary day.&amp;nbsp; Having an ordinary meal for meal break with my lunch mate.&amp;nbsp; That turned out to be an extraordinary perfect and funny embarrassment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;lolz&gt;&amp;nbsp; Me and my lunch mate were just having an ordinary conversation and I was about to take a sip on my ordinary coke and poof, it became KOKO KRUNCH.&amp;nbsp; &lt;lolz&gt;&amp;nbsp; That’s not what actually happened.&amp;nbsp; &lt;lolz&gt;&amp;nbsp; Well, the coke just went right into my shirt and pants and I got myself a COKE Bath.&amp;nbsp; How refreshing was that!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;lolz&gt;&amp;nbsp; Good thing I was wearing black and it hides the “wetness indicator”.&amp;nbsp; &lt;lolz&gt;&amp;nbsp; Not my shirt though.&amp;nbsp; But I can have my jacket as a cover.&lt;/lolz&gt;&lt;/lolz&gt;&lt;/lolz&gt;&lt;/lolz&gt;&lt;/lolz&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Lesson learned:&amp;nbsp; Coke bath is way better than milk bath.&amp;nbsp; &lt;lolz&gt;&lt;/lolz&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Duty calls!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/4053172107721864811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/4053172107721864811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/4053172107721864811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/4053172107721864811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2010/01/holiday-hangovers.html' title='Holiday hangovers'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-8062458296102825392</id><published>2010-01-04T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:49:52.195+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><title type='text'>Building the gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;copy&quot;&gt;I can’t just sit and watch on my friends having indifference.&amp;nbsp; I have to do something about it.&amp;nbsp; None of us here on earth are perfect.&amp;nbsp; Conflicts are normal.&amp;nbsp; But letting it sleep and do nothing about it is beyond normal.&amp;nbsp; The fire begins from a smoke.&amp;nbsp; Big things starts from small things.&amp;nbsp; If misunderstandings are ignored, then, it becomes the root of hatred.&amp;nbsp; So, instead of tolerating it and just let it pass, sit down for a moment and have a small settling talk to avoid the gap of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/8062458296102825392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/8062458296102825392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/8062458296102825392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/8062458296102825392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2010/01/building-gap.html' title='Building the gap'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-7101625506306291497</id><published>2009-12-28T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:54:34.993+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blues"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sadness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="solitude"/><title type='text'>Breakup Blues</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been 7 months since we had our break up.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;ve been together for just only 2 months.&amp;nbsp; But it seemed that it affected me like I&#39;m losing a couple of years of a relationship.&amp;nbsp; I took it so hard like it was the most tragic event that I have to encounter.&amp;nbsp; The worst of all worsts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because of such, more likely, I find myself staring at the open with a blank face.&amp;nbsp; My mind wandering its way back to the memories that we had.&lt;br /&gt;
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Reminiscing those moments we spent together.&amp;nbsp; Rekindling those days that I was by your side, damn worried, because you got so sick.&amp;nbsp; Remembering those times that you and I pretty much talk about anything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;
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So many memories that reminds me so much of you.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m half-crazy over you.&amp;nbsp; No, not just half!&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m totally crazy over you.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m head over heels with you.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m so in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Doesn&#39;t those stuffs make it more obvious of how it affects me so much?!&amp;nbsp; My blog says it all.&amp;nbsp; My facebook status, my twitter tweets.&amp;nbsp; Those sleepless nights.&amp;nbsp; Those tears.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll never get over you!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/7101625506306291497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/7101625506306291497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/7101625506306291497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/7101625506306291497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2009/12/breakup-blues.html' title='Breakup Blues'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-8104871008561990238</id><published>2009-12-24T13:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:24:48.463+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="season greetings"/><title type='text'>&#39;Tis Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas is just a few hours from now.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m kinda excited about it, honestly.&amp;nbsp; After 3 years of spending Christmas at work, I finally get to enjoy noche buena with my family.&amp;nbsp; I finally get to celebrate Christmas at home.&lt;br /&gt;
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The excitement I have can be compared to that of a child.&amp;nbsp; Can&#39;t blame myself for feeling this way.&amp;nbsp; For the past years, I&#39;ve been spending the holidays just in my work station.&amp;nbsp; I witness some fireworks but I just watched them behind the glass window of our office.&amp;nbsp; On my way to the office, I saw people on the streets mingling with their neighbors, counting down the hours for Christmas eve, greeting each other &quot;Happy Holidays&quot;.&amp;nbsp; That was kinda sad for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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But now, I get to do those stuffs as well.&amp;nbsp; I get to enjoy the season without being stuck at my work station, answering calls from people I don&#39;t really know of.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;Tis the Christmas to remember.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Holidays everyone!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/8104871008561990238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/8104871008561990238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/8104871008561990238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/8104871008561990238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-christmas.html' title='&#39;Tis Christmas'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-3135336495852353737</id><published>2009-12-18T14:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:29:40.790+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday message"/><title type='text'>For You</title><content type='html'>This blog is intended for you.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not sure if you can read this or if you will read this.&amp;nbsp; But I wrote this to let you know what I want to say and how I still feel for you. &lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s your big day today.&amp;nbsp; I just wanna greet you a happy candles cake day!&amp;nbsp; I wish you would have a great day today.&amp;nbsp; You are so blessed with your friends and with your family as well.&amp;nbsp; Just do take care of your life and health.&amp;nbsp; You know how much I care for you.&amp;nbsp; You are a witness to that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, I do miss you so much.&amp;nbsp; I miss those days that we were still together.&amp;nbsp; I miss those days were you never missed to paint a smile on my face.&amp;nbsp; I miss those times that you made me feel everything is gonna be just fine.&amp;nbsp; Even those moments were you made me feel that someone is still there when everyone turns their back away from me. &lt;br /&gt;
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I should have hold on much longer.&amp;nbsp; I shouldn&#39;t have given up on us too easily.&amp;nbsp; But the fear of being ignored overruled me.&amp;nbsp; The fear of being just the second one to your family caused me to let go.&amp;nbsp; I know I was a bit selfish on that matter.&amp;nbsp; But I am not asking for all of your time.&amp;nbsp; All I wanted was for you to spare even a single minute for me.&amp;nbsp; Even a single empty text message would do as long as I can see your name appearing on my phone.&amp;nbsp; With that, you would assure me that you still exists for me.&amp;nbsp; Is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know how you feel for me right at this moment.&amp;nbsp; But all I know is that I still do, honestly, love you so much.&amp;nbsp; Call me a crazy, a stupid or a freak but I still have that little hope in me that somehow, someday, time will give us the chance to be together again.&amp;nbsp; And if that chance would come, I would surely hold on to it and never let go of that again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once again, have a happy natal day!&lt;br /&gt;
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I miss you and I love you!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/3135336495852353737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/3135336495852353737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/3135336495852353737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/3135336495852353737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-4791916586765122982</id><published>2009-12-16T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:59:47.479+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sunset"/><title type='text'>SRP (Sunset Ride with Papa) Part II</title><content type='html'>Once again, I found myself just situated behind my dad who&#39;s driving the motorcycle.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a bit uncomfortable since I got a couple of bags sitting on my lap.&amp;nbsp; But, nonetheless, nothing can stop me from appreciating the beauty of sunset.&lt;br /&gt;
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The street is a bit busy today.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s filled with the rumbling noise coming from the different rides around us.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s jam packed with travelers eagerly heading to each of their humble abode.&amp;nbsp; But then again, all of these has no sense to me when I&#39;ve got my eye on the relaxing view of the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;
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I never get tired of nature appreciation.&amp;nbsp; It doesn&#39;t bore me.&amp;nbsp; Even if I would just sit on the mountain top all day, watching the sun from the time it rises until the time it sets down, for me it would be a soothing thing to do.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/4791916586765122982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/4791916586765122982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/4791916586765122982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/4791916586765122982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2009/12/srp-sunset-ride-with-papa-part-ii.html' title='SRP (Sunset Ride with Papa) Part II'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-1103821059814577959</id><published>2009-12-15T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:23:50.728+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sunset"/><title type='text'>SRP (Sunset Ride with Papa)</title><content type='html'>A sunset ride.&lt;br /&gt;
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As we entered the vicinity yesterday afternoon, a picture of a beautiful sunset was revealed.&amp;nbsp; The horizon was painted with flaming red.&amp;nbsp; The ocean calmly awaits for the day to end.&amp;nbsp; The street lights brighten the road for the travelers.&amp;nbsp; And as we speed up, I can feel the strong blow of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Vehicles may be rumbling down the road, racing their hearts out towards their destination.&amp;nbsp; But I can still hear the children laughing, playing, running around the street side.&amp;nbsp; Their little happy voice calms me within.&amp;nbsp; Giving me a moment to reminisce my childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;
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As we go along the way, I can see the people getting ready for the night.&amp;nbsp; I see them out of their houses also await for the sun to set, for the day to end.&amp;nbsp; Some are attending to their front yard.&amp;nbsp; Some are preparing for supper.&amp;nbsp; Some are mingling with their neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;
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With this ride, I have realized that life is as simple as that.&amp;nbsp; At the start of the day, people start to work on their daily routine until the end of the day.&amp;nbsp; As the sun finally rests, it would only mean one thing.&amp;nbsp; Another day to live life as simple as it can be.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/1103821059814577959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/1103821059814577959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/1103821059814577959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/1103821059814577959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2009/12/srp-sunset-ride-with-papa.html' title='SRP (Sunset Ride with Papa)'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-8115415532100107714</id><published>2009-12-04T11:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:43:59.558+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="songs"/><title type='text'>A Heart&#39;s Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was never contented &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Li_7Vv4SnxE&quot;&gt;&#39;Til I found you&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I was so happy that, finally, we&#39;ve been &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVrPEiJbtik&quot;&gt;Together&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And all I ever wanted was to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CYI5bKZMes&quot;&gt;Grow old with you&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I was thinking that &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_0vZuXakGM&quot;&gt;When God made you&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUj7oi9qg0M&amp;amp;feature=related&quot;&gt;God must have spent a little more time on you&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFL-5mQtoao&quot;&gt;From the heart&lt;/a&gt;, I promised myself to be with and to love you always.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, then, came my worst nightmare.&amp;nbsp; I may have gave up on us easily but, still, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWn5gLb-_1c&quot;&gt;I stay in love&lt;/a&gt; with you. &lt;br /&gt;
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I admit that I&#39;m &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qf6jKQqzyD0&quot;&gt;Half crazy&lt;/a&gt; over you.&amp;nbsp; Not just half-crazy but totally over you.&amp;nbsp; Even head over heels.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thought I had my &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WffrXeZKPZo&quot;&gt;One last cry&lt;/a&gt; over you but I was wrong.&amp;nbsp; Many sleepless nights followed that tears just keep pouring down.&amp;nbsp; My friends would say that one last talk to clear things out would do &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qmiY9q-FVE&quot;&gt;Before I let you go&lt;/a&gt; but it&#39;s not enough for me.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t mind if you stick to enjoying your life but &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dq-x2OF_Jx4&quot;&gt;Why can&#39;t it be&lt;/a&gt; us?!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have waited before, then, I can still &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XimEfVCLv7o&quot;&gt;Wait for you&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/8115415532100107714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/8115415532100107714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/8115415532100107714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/8115415532100107714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2009/12/hearts-cry.html' title='A Heart&#39;s Cry'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-5834070246670662319</id><published>2009-11-14T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:32:58.868+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ancient wonders"/><title type='text'>Ancient Wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.guardians.net/egypt/sphinx/images/sphinx-southeast-2001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.guardians.net/egypt/sphinx/images/sphinx-southeast-2001.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://www.crystalinks.com/atlantis705.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 289px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.crystalinks.com/atlantis705.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://img.alibaba.com/photo/11178557/Ancient_Egyptian_Statues_Gods_kings_Pharaohs_egypt_relics.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11178557/Ancient_Egyptian_Statues_Gods_kings_Pharaohs_egypt_relics.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://www.secureavault.com/images/vaults/secret_passage2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.secureavault.com/images/vaults/secret_passage2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;The Sphinx and the pyramids in Egypt.  Atlantis, the lost city.  Ancient relics buried underground.  Secret passages yet to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were just a few of the wondrous things created by our ancestors.  Those are some proofs that there are more beyond what our eyes can see.  There are more that are yet to be discovered.  There are more that are yet to be known by mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though history was old-fashioned but, definitely, the present is way too far out.  We may be living in a world run by the best technologies.  We may be living a life in a fast pace.  But the outstanding creations of ancient mankind is beyond compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder there is so much abundance before compare today.  Talking about all the treasures that they&#39;re getting.  Their dedication to nature paid-off.  They are now part of our ancient history.  They left a mark for us to rekindle.  Those are the real treasures that is of no monetary value.  Treasures of life that is worth fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/5834070246670662319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/5834070246670662319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/5834070246670662319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/5834070246670662319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2009/11/ancient-wonders.html' title='Ancient Wonders'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-5515638479499867920</id><published>2009-10-23T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:30:05.299+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dilemma"/><title type='text'>Missing Piece</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve got a new job.  I found a resolution to my problem.  I should be happy.  I am happy.  But when I would really dig deeper within me, it seems that something is still missing.  It&#39;s something that I really don&#39;t know what it is.  It&#39;s something that really haunts me everyday.  It&#39;s something that really fogs my mind about it.  It&#39;s something that I really don&#39;t have any idea where and how to find it.  It&#39;s something that is really killing me.  It&#39;s something that really drives me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute of the day, questions would just flood me.  Questions that can&#39;t be answered.  Or let&#39;s just say, questions that has answers but I haven&#39;t just found them yet.  Or maybe, the answers are just there but I just don&#39;t recognize them or I&#39;m just in denial of those.  Everyday, I would ask myself, &quot;What would that missing piece be?&quot;.  And everyday, I would try to find the answer.  I&#39;m actually sick and tired of going through this dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, answers will just come as I walk through my life&#39;s own path.  And I think the answer to my dilemma is just around the corner.  All I need is just to be aware of it and bring it into acknowledgment and learn to accept it into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing piece, I&#39;m on my way to find you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/5515638479499867920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/5515638479499867920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/5515638479499867920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/5515638479499867920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-piece.html' title='Missing Piece'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-2601684757992627724</id><published>2009-10-07T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:06:24.025+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="signs"/><title type='text'>Are we there yet?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Flood overflowed that many suffered.  Gigantic waves to caused a total wipe out.  The land shook and killed a lot.  Famine starts devouring places.  Unruly wind that trembled the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disaster after disaster.  Destruction over another.  People losing few of what they have.  People are losing the life they have.  Many would say that these misfortunes are punishments for losing our respect to nature.  Others would say that these are consequences to man&#39;s sinful nature.  But for some, they view it differently.  They would look at it as signs.  Signs that we&#39;re almost at the end of the road.  Signs that the race is about to end.  Signs that the day is about to come.  The day that we&#39;ve all been waiting for.  The day of judgment for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could these really be signs?  Could they possibly be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are, then are we all ready?  Are we all ready to receive our greatest victory?  Or how about face our total doom?  Or should we need to prepare to swim the burning fire of Hades?  Or do we find ourselves worthy to walk the golden path of Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just few of the simple questions but it takes a lifetime to get the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through these series of unfortunate events, maybe it&#39;s time for us  to ponder on what we have been doing with our borrowed lives.  So that in the end, we could eagerly and excitingly ask, &quot;Are we there yet?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/2601684757992627724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/2601684757992627724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/2601684757992627724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/2601684757992627724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2009/10/are-we-there-yet.html' title='Are we there yet?!'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-5264769912760793032</id><published>2009-09-30T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:42:26.995+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature"/><title type='text'>The Wrath of Ondoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.timesnewsnetwork.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Typhoon-Ondoy-pictures.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://www.timesnewsnetwork.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Typhoon-Ondoy-pictures.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 353px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 504px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&quot;OH...CRAP...!!!  Ang laking damage.  GRABE!!!  Lalim ng tubig.  Mga kotse nagpapatungpatong.  Ang daming bahay na natabunan ng baha.  Nakakaawa naman.  Mga bata&#39;t matatanda, nilalamig at nagugutom.  Grabe talaga si Ondoy!!!&quot;  This is how I reacted when I saw the news the other night.&lt;br /&gt;
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A heartbreaking tragedy that brought destruction to many.  An unruly calamity that made a lot to suffer.  A vicious disaster that took away so many lives.  A wicked nightmare that will forever haunt the casualties.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was during the night and the people were asleep when Ondoy chose to strike its madness.  The noise of the heavy rain brought by the said typhoon might have awaken some of the residents.  But it was the flood that was building up at a fast pace alarmed the entire neighborhood.  Panicked, people tried to save their families, their stuffs, their home.  Many were so blessed to have survive the entire night of sudden misfortune.  But some were unfortunate to make it to the next sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;
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But for those who were fated to live, their sufferance was not over yet.  They may have made it through but the absence of the necessary commodities started to become a burden.  And what adds up to it is that families are missing lives.  Lives that got apart.  Lives that, until now, has no surety if they would turn up freezing but breathing or they would end up in the morgue as cold stiff corpses.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ondoy did not just took so many from the people but also left a mark.  A mark of agony, pain and suffering.  A mark that, like a scar, would forever be a reminder to the victims that they once fought against nature&#39;s wrath for their sake to live.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Ondoy may have been unkind to the human realm but it also showed one thing to the people.  The occurence of such tragic happening is a clear visual that we can never be assured of our security here on earth.  May we be rich or poor, an icon or just a commoner.  When nature strikes its wrath, money is of no value.  When nature moves, we are all equal beings.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;So, for us who are so blessed to be spared by the onslaught, we should all bring out the &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;bayanihan&quot;&lt;/span&gt; trait that Filipinos are known for.  We should all be united in giving out a huge helping hand to those in need.  May it be in monetary, in kind or in prayer.  Whatever we do to reach out to these victims, however we do it, it would be a great help for these lives to stand up and start anew.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;God always gives the very best to His children.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Our congregation just had a &quot;Music Sunday&quot; featuring the different ways of giving worship to our awesome Father.  It shows that we can worship the ultimate Creator not just through singing but also in some other ways like dancing, acting or just by playing a musical instrument.  The event also showcased the different talents that was yet to be discovered from every member of the congregation.  The event has blessed so many and with this, to God be the glory.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;But since the event was all about exalting God, the enemy also didn&#39;t took a rest in stopping us from what we were about to do.  The enemy had so many tactics that he really tried everything to divert our attention away from what is about to happen.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just like with our group.  We&#39;ve been through a lot a week before the show.  There were a lot of factors that almost made us give up.  But the very frustrating one was when 2 of the performers who carried the main roles of the human video gave us the news that they couldn&#39;t make it for the show for some reason.  We were very much worried about who would replace them.  But though we haven&#39;t have found yet the replacements, we still continued with the final practice and we still worked on the props.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And then general practice day came.  We&#39;re almost done with the props.  We already have agreed with the costumes.  All the casts were present except for the replacements.  So, what we did with my co-director, we picked up the replacements from the casts.  And we&#39;re glad to make one of them agreed to do one of the main roles.  Then, general practice was over but we haven&#39;t showed the head of the event our presentation for the final critic yet coz we still haven&#39;t got the replacement for the major character.  Then, we had a little talk with the group and discussed about the current situation.  We we&#39;re actually on a now-or-never status.  As we went on with the talk, we considered the factors that really encouraged us to pursue.  Factors like the props was already 70% to completion.  The efforts that was poured out by the group to come up with presentation.  The sacrifices being made. And lastly, we don&#39;t want the enemy to be laughing at us for being such losers.  After the talk, by God&#39;s grace, my brother stood out and agreed to do the major role.  After everything was settled, we had a few run downs for the presentation and then we called it a night.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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F‌inally, the day came and we were all on the rush coz we woke up kinda late.  We still had some few last minute briefing and improvising.  Then our moment came.  We just entrusted our presentation all to God.  As the music started to play, although there are some technical encounters, everything just went well.  The group just had a very outstanding performance.  This is all because of God who was and will always be in our midst.  The presentaion brought blessing to each and everyone of us.  And we were all glad that we didn&#39;t allow the enemy to hinder us from glorifying God.  The day, though we&#39;re very much drained, ended so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;To God be the glory! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/6285845984630526933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/6285845984630526933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/6285845984630526933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/6285845984630526933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-for-god.html' title='All for God'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkp9AzYmIw0yj4WScPFZtaA3SPcWP0ACpEHS5ehN0nGoUZIrJM4T770sr9qshH4c1AI25w3sUNLtnPrSur9oRS7SKWsnS3DnMnOQtHM8XLdILkLSlsQz7IzVfLoYJRWkBpvW5zhvKjHng/s72-c/youth2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-7565668683512448401</id><published>2009-09-28T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:40:48.078+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>&quot;IT&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKNRYmFmN9inRXU7iaV7BdemJ9RqIlpMhMU22IdGZc16CIxMmexa3lx5nVfJXHsz4HxnHEFWSjotrirc9mcdKQHcnxvefobVKYCmJCfxfn7rNhAuSDxtGEieC17sK6_tImai5yaegMDUw/s1600-h/heart.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386433171504213554&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKNRYmFmN9inRXU7iaV7BdemJ9RqIlpMhMU22IdGZc16CIxMmexa3lx5nVfJXHsz4HxnHEFWSjotrirc9mcdKQHcnxvefobVKYCmJCfxfn7rNhAuSDxtGEieC17sK6_tImai5yaegMDUw/s200/heart.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Here &quot;IT&quot; goes again.  This is what I felt when &quot;IT&quot; started.  But &quot;IT&quot; just ended up in chaos.  &quot;IT&quot; turned my entire life around.  &quot;IT&quot; turned me upside down.  From perfect to a big mess.  From better to worst.  And &quot;IT&quot; even made me reached to the point where I wanted to be in TOTAL SILENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;My life would have been better if it weren&#39;t for &quot;IT&quot;.  I could have accomplished more than what I already have.  I could have enjoy doing things that I have been planning for quite sometime.  Things could have been running smoothly.  But, just because of &quot;IT&quot;, everything went topsy-turvy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Now, there are so many &quot;IF&#39;S&quot; swimming in my head.  If only I were too careful.  If only I were too cautious.  If only I was not acting dumbed.  If only I wasn&#39;t stupid enough.  If only &quot;IT&quot; didn&#39;t happen, I could have been standing on better grounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;But, hey, I have no regrets to it coz I was the one who made the choice to be under the spell.  But I, even, am thankful that &quot;IT&quot; happened coz &quot;IT&quot; made me learned a lot.  &quot;IT&quot; made me realize some things about myself on how I should run matters in life.  &quot;IT&quot; made me stand on my feet and start to relive the life that fell into the pit of darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;And, now, here &quot;IT&quot; is.  As part of life that I&#39;m going to relive, time has given me another chance to be in &quot;IT&quot; again.  This is another chance for me to handle such matter better than how I handled &quot;IT&quot; before.  Another chance that should not be dealt with hastiness to avoid another mess in life.  Another chance that should be dealt with a lot of cautiousness.  Another chance for me to play smart and not dumb.  Another chance for me to carry things out with maturity in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ll just hold on to the thought that if it&#39;s for me then it will come.  And if that is how it&#39;s gonna be, so shall it be.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/7565668683512448401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/7565668683512448401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/7565668683512448401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/7565668683512448401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2009/09/it.html' title='&quot;IT&quot;'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKNRYmFmN9inRXU7iaV7BdemJ9RqIlpMhMU22IdGZc16CIxMmexa3lx5nVfJXHsz4HxnHEFWSjotrirc9mcdKQHcnxvefobVKYCmJCfxfn7rNhAuSDxtGEieC17sK6_tImai5yaegMDUw/s72-c/heart.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200309956732145564.post-5657717999882336776</id><published>2009-09-28T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:30:58.773+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="secrets"/><title type='text'>SECRETS:  Does everybody has this?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3h-QNMxb28nd8xA0nsHAG9bJMVbjTVKiJrnbkRYc8YKiylqNn_hglrXzKC01OxGsbyR_EhU4qK-1onuoLbDWce1R5och-uIvIrXUQlqEGVmBUL1wAX71q9le9z6E5mPpOiKIIVjl-DqU/s1600-h/secret.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3h-QNMxb28nd8xA0nsHAG9bJMVbjTVKiJrnbkRYc8YKiylqNn_hglrXzKC01OxGsbyR_EhU4qK-1onuoLbDWce1R5och-uIvIrXUQlqEGVmBUL1wAX71q9le9z6E5mPpOiKIIVjl-DqU/s200/secret.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386432933456368018&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Each one of us is unique.  Each of us has different views in life.  None of us are alike.  Not even the strands of hair that we have on our head.  Not even our finger prints are the same.  But there is this one little thing that would make us all agree as one.  SECRETS.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has it&#39;s own secrets in life.  It may be dark secrets or good ones.  Some would say that they don&#39;t keep one to themselves.  But I do believe that no matter how small it is, all of us have secrets hidden at the deepest part of ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;We tend to keep secrets for some reasons, especially, dark little ones.  Fear is one of them.  We fear that if people would discover our darker side, they might hate us.  People, might criticize us.  Civilization might isolate us.  The world might not be able to accept us.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don&#39;t know.  This is just my opinion.  I was just actually wondering if there is even one person who doesn&#39;t have any SECRETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/feeds/5657717999882336776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7200309956732145564/5657717999882336776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/5657717999882336776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200309956732145564/posts/default/5657717999882336776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistturns.blogspot.com/2009/09/secrets-does-everybody-has-this.html' title='SECRETS:  Does everybody has this?!'/><author><name>Getch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978588602830271037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocJg8XEm_o5WOrzd5uS3kBtHtEZfhC1ohxO7dIlSYTu1WiNzTlsiZW9q_QaYNFiHrEUwlPsqbuyQ5osDkeG1qNDxWOqXd5_MeB6fvuGtOgDJBgPCnnheHcroPO6fWZi8/s220/yey+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3h-QNMxb28nd8xA0nsHAG9bJMVbjTVKiJrnbkRYc8YKiylqNn_hglrXzKC01OxGsbyR_EhU4qK-1onuoLbDWce1R5och-uIvIrXUQlqEGVmBUL1wAX71q9le9z6E5mPpOiKIIVjl-DqU/s72-c/secret.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>