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Right?</title><description>The Musings of a middle-aged grrrl at 25.</description><link>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/auj" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/auj" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-2829823715330380211</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 08:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-07T01:23:54.103-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pressing On</category><title>Breaking New Grounds</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SnviQ6zww_I/AAAAAAAAAes/9IdId2yxtvI/s1600-h/breaking+new+ground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SnviQ6zww_I/AAAAAAAAAes/9IdId2yxtvI/s320/breaking+new+ground.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367132161234224114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to break new ground, Verb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. (literally) To begin excavating and levelling earth for a new building, or, originally, for cultivation.&lt;br /&gt;   2. (idiomatic) By extension, to initiate a new venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from Wiktionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time that I haven't written in my blog, it may be a bit saddening to finally start an entry again just to end it. No, I am not saying goodbye to blogging but I am taking new heights to writing. On Monday, it will count a month since the time we transferred to a better place to live in -- one which is conducive to writing and where we are greeted by the heavenly skies every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is one of God's mightiest rewards to us. And if only I can retell the story of how all these came to be, miraculously, I would be more than willing to do so, to inspire everybody else that nothing is impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing on a new blog, packed with more nuggets of wisdom to share and more mushiness to fall all cheesy for over and over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I am breaking new grounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me and Dori at &lt;a href="http://www.murmursinthenight.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.murmursinthenight.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game Start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/187/F2CFF391C67F00495C334B794BBFE1AA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-2829823715330380211?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/c7Q1y8keiV0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/c7Q1y8keiV0/breaking-new-grounds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SnviQ6zww_I/AAAAAAAAAes/9IdId2yxtvI/s72-c/breaking+new+ground.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/08/breaking-new-grounds.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-435443450539837331</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 17:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T10:38:37.914-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reality sucks</category><title>100 truths</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Si6d6ociEvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/6xnAawMiX5A/s1600-h/100+truths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Si6d6ociEvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/6xnAawMiX5A/s320/100+truths.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345383438350422770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there are things one must do to overcome all the boredom and restlessness in waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this out of all the long wait with high hopes for wifi to come back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;1. last beverage = Coffee&lt;br /&gt;2. last phone call = hmm.. Mamu&lt;br /&gt;3. last text message = Karen, my editor&lt;br /&gt;4. last song you listened to = Irony by WonderGirls&lt;br /&gt;5. last time you cried = Cantata, my last Church service attended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. dated someone twice = yes&lt;br /&gt;7. been cheated on = not sure&lt;br /&gt;8. kissed someone &amp; regretted it = yes&lt;br /&gt;9. lost someone special = yes&lt;br /&gt;10. been depressed = yes&lt;br /&gt;11. been drunk and threw up = a million times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;12. white&lt;br /&gt;13. yellow&lt;br /&gt;14. baby blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend = yes&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love = no&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried = yes&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you = yes&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were = definitely&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you = certainly&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your fb friend's list = i need this question to be more specific.. my fb friend's list consists of too many people, e.g., what if one of them was my ex, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL:&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your fb friends list do you know in real life = most of them&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets = yes, Jang-Geum. But we're separated now.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name = No. Although I like the idea of my name spelled backwards.&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday = went to tagaytay and reconciled with the family&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today = quarter to 9&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night = cramming for work&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for = travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother = last Saturday for my sister's recital&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life = a better pad to live in&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now = wala. wifi's down.&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom = yes, Tom Taus.&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now = wanting to get more sleep which i can't afford recently&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage = google, facebook, ezinearticles&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames = Auj,, Auj&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status = taken&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign = scorpio&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female? = female&lt;br /&gt;41. Elementary? = UPSouth School, Jesu-Mariae&lt;br /&gt;42. Middle School = NA&lt;br /&gt;43. High school/College = Jesu-Mariae/UP Diliman&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour = black (with highlights.. arte!)&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short = short &lt;br /&gt;46. Height = 5'&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone? = I like Brendan Fraser lately&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself = being creative&lt;br /&gt;49 Piercings = yes&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos = planning to &lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty = righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery = might have one soon.. tooth surgery&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing = ears, two on my left ear, one on the right&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend = Alex, Grade Four&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined = basketball&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation = Baguio&lt;br /&gt;58. Firs - na??? SINO BA ANG NAKABURA NITO? MAGSALITA KA NA NGAYON DIN!--- pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating = just had dinner at Chillis&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking = just had coffee&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to = go to mcdo for wifi signal and send work&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to = nothing. let me reiterate. wifi's down!&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting on = Dori to go to Mcdo with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids? = yes.&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married? = why not?&lt;br /&gt;66. Career? = be my own boss and give jobs to many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes? = I value both.&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses = same answer as above.&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller = taller.&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger = older.&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous = define the level of spontaneity. if not, i prefer romantic.&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms = nice stomach&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud = sensitive&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship = hook ups are fun. but relationships are better.&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant = trouble maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger = define stranger. &lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor = yes, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts = broke glasses&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date = hold your horses on the first date. it's my personal rule.&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart = yes&lt;br /&gt;81. Had your own heart broken = yes&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested = no&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down = yes&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died = yes&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend? = Every strong relationship is deeply rooted in friendship. So, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself = yes&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles = yup&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight = it's still something worth thinking about &lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven = yup.&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus = yes&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date = hold your horses still haha&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels = yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;93. Had more than one bf/gf? = yes&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today? = yes&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody? = yes&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go, and why? = I won't.&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be? = the holidays&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love? = nah&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths? = sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...after answering all these, I still ended up with Moo in Mcdo to catch free wifi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/187/F2CFF391C67F00495C334B794BBFE1AA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-435443450539837331?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/YZttSM4k08U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/YZttSM4k08U/100-truths.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Si6d6ociEvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/6xnAawMiX5A/s72-c/100+truths.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/06/100-truths.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-8842776222003651313</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 15:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-05T08:24:53.114-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reader By Night</category><title>Not Just Another Person</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As Ralph Block once said...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sik4SSt8cCI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/qqM3rczOCC0/s1600-h/mcdo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sid1K8wbBaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/UOw3RDc2ur8/s320/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343368313866749346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And hence, He created these two.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/187/F2CFF391C67F00495C334B794BBFE1AA.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-4472945134654093167?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/wi2w9QweR6g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/wi2w9QweR6g/uniquely-spedcial.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sid1K8wbBaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/UOw3RDc2ur8/s72-c/DSC00057.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/06/uniquely-spedcial.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-3097263449023855013</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 16:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-27T09:46:45.449-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Son that gives light to Reader By Night</category><title>More than Skin Deep</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sh1te1AS3sI/AAAAAAAAAd4/YYCSsui0SkM/s1600-h/rubber+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sh1te1AS3sI/AAAAAAAAAd4/YYCSsui0SkM/s320/rubber+band.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340545109523095234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just recently that I realized the deeper representation of a simple rubber band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned it from a 7 year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's more than just a toy that you can form into the traditional shape of a star that you transform into during your most idle moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a symbol of prosperity too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pio: Tita Auj, sa'yo na lang to. &lt;br /&gt;Auj: Para san to?&lt;br /&gt;Pio: Pantali mo sa pera mo.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sign of gratefulness, I will gladly share to him my millions in the very near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-3097263449023855013?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/7RptfDssZX8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/7RptfDssZX8/more-than-skin-deep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sh1te1AS3sI/AAAAAAAAAd4/YYCSsui0SkM/s72-c/rubber+band.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-than-skin-deep.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-5786859723096328402</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 22:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-24T15:45:49.048-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Urges of Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reader By Night</category><title>A cold day in August</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/ShnNwdgm8bI/AAAAAAAAAdw/07rT9ZKd4lU/s1600-h/free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/ShnNwdgm8bI/AAAAAAAAAdw/07rT9ZKd4lU/s320/free.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339525065663246770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast the shadows, make me yours.&lt;br /&gt;I have always been, you have never seen.&lt;br /&gt;Free yourself in me, as much as I have found freedom in you to be free.&lt;br /&gt;Loving you, holding you.. setting my hopes high that I genuinely pursue.&lt;br /&gt;My time, take it. Need not ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;Anytime, Everything.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep falls, night tumbles.&lt;br /&gt;Morning awaits, I want to embrace your love's weight.&lt;br /&gt;There is certainty in every chance of dismantled possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;You free me. You make me. &lt;br /&gt;You love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing worth thanking for everyday than just seeing you live and exist for a greater purpose of love and peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more than you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ...even if you are sometimes as puzzling as a cold day in August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-5786859723096328402?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/Ztuzy_9l8TU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/Ztuzy_9l8TU/cold-day-in-august.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/ShnNwdgm8bI/AAAAAAAAAdw/07rT9ZKd4lU/s72-c/free.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/05/cold-day-in-august.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-2700834874601607565</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 08:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T01:35:40.161-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Repleksyones</category><title>A Lesson From A Friend</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sgkzpk2X_3I/AAAAAAAAAdo/H2WDrNzLZ_Q/s1600-h/grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sgkzpk2X_3I/AAAAAAAAAdo/H2WDrNzLZ_Q/s320/grace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334852022956457842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything that is worth struggling in the life of a Christian is the fact that non-believers find our answers and reasons all too puzzling that we end up misunderstood. Why we love when the rest hates. Why we stay when the rest departs. Why we detach when the rest thinks we should hold on. Why we see victory over every failure. It takes more than just artistry and creativeness to be considered deep. But there in the most silent of waters, where we find the most comforting of refuge, is where we stumble upon the best reflection of who we are each time we are given the privilege of the opportunity to look at the still waters and see more than ourselves. We see Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt greatly blessed hearing from a good friend in Christ, how we can survive in this world of career, money, and anything else superficial. I have been wanting to untangle why I don't feel bothered with all the turmoil going in and around my current day job; why I feel so cool even when the rest is crumbling down. It is not because God has been good to me that He has provided me with other channels through which His mighty providence would flow into my life. But because of this statement that my friend said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;..God wants us to go about it in a gracious, orderly manner...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I go back to grace and took a refresher course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A gracious person is slow to take credit and quick to lavish praise.&lt;br /&gt;A gracious person never seeks to embarrass another. &lt;br /&gt;A gracious person is always thanking others.&lt;br /&gt;A gracious person doesn't monopolize the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;A gracious person doesn't try to play "one up-manship."&lt;br /&gt;A gracious person pays attention to people.&lt;br /&gt;A gracious person desires to say what is appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;A gracious person looks out for the comfort of others.&lt;br /&gt;A gracious understands that she is not indispensable. &lt;br /&gt;A gracious person constantly points out the good that he sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jim Martin&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am so much honored having felt that Him making me different from the rest comes into my life so naturally. He fills our cups with overwhelming grace and love to help us with our everyday run. For us to keep up with His energy as long as the term has still not reached its full circle. Phases may end. Tracks may finish. But as long as they are going, we must unceasingly strive to seek the cleft of the rock, where the light of His face would blind us to the troubles of this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, like what Sam said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Father still needs something from us. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Jesus, every God's child is groomed in poise. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sam for reassuring my faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sister-in-Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Auj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-2700834874601607565?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/5XPq5bybUVE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/5XPq5bybUVE/lesson-from-friend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sgkzpk2X_3I/AAAAAAAAAdo/H2WDrNzLZ_Q/s72-c/grace.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/05/lesson-from-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-1016395126536881712</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 08:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-10T01:46:27.314-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reader By Night</category><title>A Wanting Need</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SgaTJtfPlFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WqTGTbDSw9s/s1600-h/white+sheets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SgaTJtfPlFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WqTGTbDSw9s/s320/white+sheets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334112603705676882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not realize it all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is a need for me to be physically connected to you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It holds me to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewiring my brain over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your voice.. I finally knew how to describe it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like butter. That I want to wrap myself around it and just peacefully fall to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will you..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\m/ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-1016395126536881712?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/oZj83aGPqHI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/oZj83aGPqHI/wanting-need.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SgaTJtfPlFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WqTGTbDSw9s/s72-c/white+sheets.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/05/wanting-need.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-4482749360229724383</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 16:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-01T09:40:42.983-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Repleksyones</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reader By Night</category><title>Goethe says it all</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SfsjvC3q64I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Qm-pXk_2Xtw/s1600-h/commitment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SfsjvC3q64I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Qm-pXk_2Xtw/s320/commitment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330893875054308226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative and creation, there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings and material assistance which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin it now."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GOETHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*psst.. miss :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most wonderful beginnings started with you.. I learned how to spell commitment by heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-4482749360229724383?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/4Kuq9TC37WE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/4Kuq9TC37WE/goethe-says-it-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SfsjvC3q64I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Qm-pXk_2Xtw/s72-c/commitment.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/05/goethe-says-it-all.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-1852843096189101792</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 06:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-30T23:53:01.452-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Chronicles</category><title>Visiting the Carry On Queen</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SfqcGkrRSJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ooKlofTNhU8/s1600-h/balbsyspag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SfqcGkrRSJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ooKlofTNhU8/s320/balbsyspag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330744745684715666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my guest post at http://balbsy.blogspot.com/2009/04/pananaw-ng-isang-sawi-spaghetti-style.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-1852843096189101792?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/JIBd0j_EJkU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/JIBd0j_EJkU/visiting-carry-on-queen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SfqcGkrRSJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ooKlofTNhU8/s72-c/balbsyspag.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/04/visiting-carry-on-queen.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-4824518109988162856</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 10:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-28T03:19:57.592-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Chronicles</category><title>When Wandering Commuter finally pauses for a quick Stop Over</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SfbXvZYe0iI/AAAAAAAAAdA/j719Y3CTEDU/s1600-h/wandering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SfbXvZYe0iI/AAAAAAAAAdA/j719Y3CTEDU/s320/wandering.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329684418306953762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayong gabi, &lt;br /&gt;bibisitahin muli ako ng isang laksa na mga salitang ibig makipagtalik sa aking gunita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iindayog sa ritmo ng kanilang mga kahulugan &lt;br /&gt;at bibigay muli sa rurok ng kanilang kandungan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magpaparaya sa tikas ng mga talinghaga,&lt;br /&gt;na bubusal sa hinagpis ng aking kamangmangan&lt;br /&gt;at huhubad sa tapis na ibinaro sa akin ng mga magulang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukas, &lt;br /&gt;tiyak kong durugo ako sa hapdi &lt;br /&gt;aagos ang bukal ng luha &lt;br /&gt;sa aking mga magang pisngi,&lt;br /&gt;luluwa ang mga titik,&lt;br /&gt;sasabog ang tinta&lt;br /&gt;at iluluwal ng aking pantog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang isang mapagpalayang obra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SfbX6KL32KI/AAAAAAAAAdI/vTU9hxli-dw/s1600-h/commuter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SfbX6KL32KI/AAAAAAAAAdI/vTU9hxli-dw/s320/commuter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329684603206097058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;This entry was written by a part time night watcher, part time day dreamer. He scans the streets for their stories to be told. Living with the line, there are wonders, if you wander.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit wandering commuter's blog at &lt;strong&gt;http://wanderingcommuter.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-4824518109988162856?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/THrbzqKv0fc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/THrbzqKv0fc/when-wandering-commuter-finally-pauses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SfbXvZYe0iI/AAAAAAAAAdA/j719Y3CTEDU/s72-c/wandering.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-wandering-commuter-finally-pauses.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-3975115287329434221</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 07:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T00:07:09.987-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Chronicles</category><title>And the travel begins...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SfFk2O19q1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/QYVm5Biil-w/s1600-h/guest+post.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SfFk2O19q1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/QYVm5Biil-w/s320/guest+post.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328150717016157010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my guest post at http://elclaves.blogspot.com/2009/04/mga-awit-ng-panghihinayang.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-3975115287329434221?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/jg4QO3e2r8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/jg4QO3e2r8U/and-travel-begins.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SfFk2O19q1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/QYVm5Biil-w/s72-c/guest+post.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-travel-begins.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-4265040435855301631</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 07:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-21T00:21:07.606-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reality sucks</category><title>Feverish</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Se1zb7oZzHI/AAAAAAAAAco/SDBlm24AK38/s1600-h/sick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Se1zb7oZzHI/AAAAAAAAAco/SDBlm24AK38/s320/sick.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327040857949981810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My joints feel like tearing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is as heavy as the rain outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All system is down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's payback time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-4265040435855301631?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/skHKZsMML3g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/skHKZsMML3g/feverish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Se1zb7oZzHI/AAAAAAAAAco/SDBlm24AK38/s72-c/sick.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/04/feverish.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-4770450873061405854</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-15T18:40:03.868-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Urges of Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reader By Night</category><title>Español la poesía es como sexy como usted.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SeQ0gJWCEsI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9Jvw8nuNInY/s1600-h/spanish+love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SeQ0gJWCEsI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9Jvw8nuNInY/s400/spanish+love.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324438386327556802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Desnudos sobre la cama&lt;br /&gt;lo que daba cobijo a nuestra idea de una relación,&lt;br /&gt;una relación perfecta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos protegemos del fracaso,&lt;br /&gt;nos sentimos el centro del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y protagonizamos las escenas más bellas,&lt;br /&gt;somos tan diferentes al resto&lt;br /&gt;que hasta ya nos parecemos,&lt;br /&gt;nos sentimos el centro del mundo&lt;br /&gt;y sólo somos un cuarto oscuro,&lt;br /&gt;una habitación al rojo vivo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la habitación roja - "largometraje" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/norah_jones/track/those_sweet_words"&gt;Norah Jones - Those Sweet Words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-4770450873061405854?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/hzLFhJ2nexk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/hzLFhJ2nexk/espanol-la-poesia-es-como-sexy-como.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SeQ0gJWCEsI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9Jvw8nuNInY/s72-c/spanish+love.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/04/espanol-la-poesia-es-como-sexy-como.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-6425121136670037220</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2009 23:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-15T01:18:50.521-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Son that gives light to Reader By Night</category><title>Son of A Gun</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SeQyai8eKQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tuHrkr4w-zE/s1600-h/pioyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SeQyai8eKQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tuHrkr4w-zE/s400/pioyo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324436091097196802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid, one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory."&lt;br /&gt;Douglas MacArthur &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/richard_marx/track/angels_lullaby"&gt;Richard Marx - Angel's Lullaby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-6425121136670037220?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/1LBqqzbbrhU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/1LBqqzbbrhU/son-of-gun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SeQyai8eKQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tuHrkr4w-zE/s72-c/pioyo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/04/son-of-gun.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-2604856442973861645</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 06:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-14T00:51:09.021-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reader By Night</category><title>Adoring Dori</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SeQz7ggPeVI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rycvi0nkkTk/s1600-h/adore+you.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SeQz7ggPeVI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rycvi0nkkTk/s400/adore+you.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324437756889233746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The short writing you're about to read is intended to help shed light on the real source of unrest in relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The less we learn to long for -- or depend upon --&lt;br /&gt;Special understanding from others,&lt;br /&gt;The less we will suffer for not receiving this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The less we suffer over what others&lt;br /&gt;Seem incapable of giving to us,&lt;br /&gt;The less unhappy will we find ourselves&lt;br /&gt;In these unanswered moments of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Spent in the company of friends and foes alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The less pain we have over what life appears to deny us,&lt;br /&gt;The more at peace we naturally become with ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more of this serenity we grow to know within ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;The easier it becomes for us to give to others&lt;br /&gt;This harmony founded in our New Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we give others this new order of Understanding&lt;br /&gt;Without asking for anything in return,&lt;br /&gt;Those we greet with this Gift are silently touched;&lt;br /&gt;They are moved&lt;br /&gt;By this willingness to put their concerns before our own.&lt;br /&gt;And it is this one action that awakens in them...&lt;br /&gt;Their sleeping need to respond in kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is the wholeness found in conscious kindness.&lt;br /&gt;This is the secret of perfect relationships.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is unique contentment that comes with sharing my life with you.. with finding someone like you who understands me well enough to help me better understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to give you what I have of myself instead of taking away what little or big that is in you. Our love to be based upon what we are willing to give and not upon what we feel we are owed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dear to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is better and brighter everywhere when I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/hoku/track/you_first_believed"&gt;Hoku - You First Believed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-2604856442973861645?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/ix35NC0fOiA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/ix35NC0fOiA/adoring-dori.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SeQz7ggPeVI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rycvi0nkkTk/s72-c/adore+you.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/04/adoring-dori.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-7127137369551107469</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 09:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-09T02:55:11.675-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Repleksyones</category><title>Long Overdue</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sd3F473QXdI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JyK3-iaJreM/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sd3F473QXdI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JyK3-iaJreM/s400/life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322627916554591698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about four long years since I last wrote you my letter of sincere gratitude to how much you've been good to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Abba Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for choosing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For loving me too much, unconditionally, with the sky's the limit measure. Despite my wild and wondering wanderings in this world, you have kept me close.. as close as with every sound of my heartbeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being the still waters that I run to whenever I feel weakness creeping in on me and my tired and exhausted body is about to faint, your refreshing River of Life gives me rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the mighty provisions that You have bestowed upon -- which have and continuosly been surprising me as You give me more than what I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my source of security. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my health. For making me realize at the end of each day that I am able to work, write, think -- because I allow you to work through me. All these resources that I have right now are Yours. Thank You for me giving them to me, as gifts. As rewards. As a sweet treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Your unwavering favor on me as Your child -- for filling my life with beauty, love, and compassion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Express Yourself my God in the newfound and joyous energies that I uphold everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Your way in me, each time my heart gets too busy with too many concerns. Quiet me with Your love. Transform my life with Your power whenever it gets stifled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all, thank You for leading me to people and places with whom You are in harmony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for bringing those who will love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for bringing those whom I will love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May You be blessed in my life abundantly and mold me to be the vessel of Your love, inspiration, and prosperity to Your people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, make me shine brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be magnified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sweet name of Your Son Jesus, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-7127137369551107469?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/liO535z4ItM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/liO535z4ItM/long-overdue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sd3F473QXdI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JyK3-iaJreM/s72-c/life.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-overdue.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-7699306263634896467</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 07:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-07T00:15:13.753-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Urges of Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reader By Night</category><title>1 Pusong Pula + 1 Pusong Pula = 2 Pusong Puti</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sdr7Lv4HD2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/IOcy5f5J0VA/s1600-h/sensuality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sdr7Lv4HD2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/IOcy5f5J0VA/s400/sensuality.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321842088940605282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kasagsagan ng madilim at maalinsangang gabi&lt;br /&gt;sinusundan ng aking balat &lt;br /&gt;ang nakakabaliw na halimuyak ng abot kamay mong katawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kasagsagan ng madilim at maalinsangang gabi &lt;br /&gt;gusto kong makihati at makisiksik&lt;br /&gt;sa mumunting espasyo ng iyong mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doon sa bahagi ng iyong hinihimlayan, kung saan mistulang paulit-ulit kang pinapanganak&lt;br /&gt;Sa kasagsagan ng madilim at maalinsangang gabi.&lt;br /&gt;Doon sa bahagi ng unan, kung saan para kang bagong nilalang na nasisilaw sa kakaunting liwanag na naidudulot ng silid.&lt;br /&gt;Doon sa bahagi ng kama, kung saan nagtatagpo tayo ng walang halong pag-aalinlangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kasagsagan ng madilim at maalinsangang gabi&lt;br /&gt;nararating natin ang hardin ng sensuwalidad,&lt;br /&gt;naaamoy ang kung ano ang mapusok,&lt;br /&gt;may naiibsang sakit sa bawat magaan na haplos,&lt;br /&gt;at napapatid ang uhaw sa bawat dampi ng labi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa kang sikretong walang sawang pagnanasaan ng misteryoso kong isip at damdamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humimlay ka sa tabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damhin natin ang lambing ng mga puting kumot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/john_mayer/track/come_back_to_bed"&gt;John Mayer - Come Back to Bed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-7699306263634896467?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/cXT58S23WMI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/cXT58S23WMI/1-pusong-pula-1-pusong-pula-2-pusong.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sdr7Lv4HD2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/IOcy5f5J0VA/s72-c/sensuality.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-pusong-pula-1-pusong-pula-2-pusong.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-6686199612142130144</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 06:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T23:37:22.777-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Urges of Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reader By Night</category><title>mio dolce amor</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SdG4HZoSE7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Cz7HTUAiI3w/s1600-h/post+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SdG4HZoSE7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Cz7HTUAiI3w/s400/post+it.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319235072179704754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...your love always reminds me there is a better life, and that attaining it should constitute our highest aspiration... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..don't ever think of the things you can't give me--You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all.. that's more than enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest, Do you know how much in love I am with you? Did I trip? Did I stumble - lose my balance, graze my knee, graze my heart? I know I'm in love when I see you. I know when I long to see you, I'm on fire. Not a muscle has moved. Leaves hang unruffled by any breeze. The air is still. I have fallen in love without taking a step.. I can no longer care for my thoughts unless they are thoughts of you. When I am close to you, I feel your hair brush my cheek when it does not.. When I tie my shoes, when I peel an orange, when I walk the streets, when I drink coffee, or milk, when I lie down each night without you, I remain, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/indigo_girls/track/free_in_you"&gt;Indigo Girls - Free in You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-6686199612142130144?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/fLuelVPndmk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/fLuelVPndmk/mio-dolce-amor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SdG4HZoSE7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Cz7HTUAiI3w/s72-c/post+it.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/03/mio-dolce-amor.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-1557753077806565065</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 08:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-26T01:36:06.942-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reality sucks</category><title>Sweet Revenge</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Scs-RGnkrxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/dxZNwcUHulg/s1600-h/revenge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Scs-RGnkrxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/dxZNwcUHulg/s320/revenge.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317412248596295442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung may mga bagay na gusto kong itanong, yun eh kung bakit bulag at bingi ang nakararami sa kung alin ang totoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit mas madaling maniwala sa kasinungalingan? Dahil nga ba takot lang kasi tayo masaktan? Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit tayo naduduwag sa mga bagay na buong liwanag na nasa harap na natin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumobra ba ang liwanag, kaya't nagmistulang nakakabulag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakabwisit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako nakikita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero gaya ng sabi ng title ng blog entry na to -- Sweet Revenge -- in other words, may panahon din kayong lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May panahon din kayong lahat sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Akala ko dati walang mangyayari.. Akala din nila, ngayon wala silang masabi... Akala ng lahat mapapagod din ako.. Mabuti na lang matigas ang aking ulo..." -Parokya ni Edgar&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/aqualung/track/breaking_my_heart_again"&gt;Aqualung - Breaking My Heart Again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-1557753077806565065?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/8CsFFjObUiA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/8CsFFjObUiA/sweet-revenge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Scs-RGnkrxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/dxZNwcUHulg/s72-c/revenge.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-revenge.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-5265000182693605905</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 07:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-20T00:29:24.188-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Relationshits</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reader By Night</category><title>Answers from Venus</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/ScNDl1oIspI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MtninZ5CUr8/s1600-h/answers+from+venus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/ScNDl1oIspI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MtninZ5CUr8/s320/answers+from+venus.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315166302556959378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, no expert can tell when love has reached its end, but anyone can take time to take care of the details in the process that would embellish a possible, good and better end. You'll know if it's worth keeping for life when you know that you can give away everything you've been keeping without compromising your  happiness, and still fulfilling the act of promising happiness to the other. You'll know there's a need to grow more when you are realizing that you have just stopped growing or hence growing apart. The hint of falling out of love will always reveal itself as a shadow lurking in the corners of the relationship's foundation. And so when it becomes gradually apparent, it leaves you to decide if you'll let it haunt and follow you for life or you can leave it all behind in the dark and stay in the light -- where there are no shadows. Being inadequate is not part of the list of love's components. It is us who chooses to give inadequacy a space to get in between. However, it shines ironically useful when we use inadequacy to have the opportunity to let your partner be aware of your role as someone who is more than willing to share your burdens. Letting go teaches bigger lessons than of holding on. But somehow, no one, ever lets go. We only choose to forget. And thus, it only becomes a higher form of love when we are tough enough to choose the latter and even beef it up with the noble statement of "to forgive".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret having hurt a lot of people in the past which I have tried sharing my heart with. Remembering them and revisiting the wounds still makes me cry as a very sentimental person -- with the utmost act of hoping that they are doing good and taking care of themselves. With this, I never tend to forget that I can never rewind things just to make a fresh start with any of them. But I remind myself that I can begin from now and work on a brand new ending with a brand new someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, I want to treat right not only ourselves, but love itself. For us to keep the seeds of mystery growing, which will solely lead us towards never running out of deeper unknowns longing to be known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, completion will never have its last say. For with you, I shall treat this bond that holds us together a promise always waiting to be fulfilled, a new gift always yet to be opened, and a fulfillment in planting seeds of new longing, from which together, we shall never fail to bear fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/aqualung/track/brighter_than_sunshine"&gt;Aqualung - Brighter than Sunshine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-5265000182693605905?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/EfsI5ehyENE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/EfsI5ehyENE/answers-from-venus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/ScNDl1oIspI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MtninZ5CUr8/s72-c/answers+from+venus.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/03/answers-from-venus.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-549104560724880798</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 06:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-18T23:14:27.098-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><title>A Change of Habitat</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It is hard to begin to move when you don't know where you are moving, how to move, or if you are going to get there. &lt;br /&gt;-Peter Nivio Zarlenga &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My superpoke pet moved ahead of me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/ScHiGeDE2TI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ofMPfp0Jono/s1600-h/habitat+move.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/ScHiGeDE2TI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ofMPfp0Jono/s320/habitat+move.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314777636046952754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigsy moved out last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Garfield moved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/ScHib2HE8_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RIVIbAOj3UA/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/ScHib2HE8_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RIVIbAOj3UA/s320/DSC00824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314778003283440626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's any direction I would want my motion to follow, it would be what we call as FORWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're all moving, moving, moving. Isn't it nice? &lt;br /&gt;-Charles Olson &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-549104560724880798?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/ND7odl5BPiA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/ND7odl5BPiA/change-of-habitat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/ScHiGeDE2TI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ofMPfp0Jono/s72-c/habitat+move.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-of-habitat.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-9133236928497983133</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 09:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-17T02:21:01.128-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">workalengke</category><title>What's Eating Christine Lazaro?</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I use a pseudonym, because my real name is very difficult to pronounce, to remember, and to spell.&lt;br /&gt;- Jeff Gannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sb9pW4mhG-I/AAAAAAAAAbA/aRCcEXcg8Mg/s1600-h/core+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sb9pW4mhG-I/AAAAAAAAAbA/aRCcEXcg8Mg/s320/core+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314081927192452066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice pseudonyms can sometimes do so much at one point in a writer's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel more feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeww... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/gary_chapman/track/man_after_your_own_heart"&gt;Gary Chapman - Man after Your Own Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-9133236928497983133?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/vjLHpPIXnnk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/vjLHpPIXnnk/whats-eating-christine-lazaro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sb9pW4mhG-I/AAAAAAAAAbA/aRCcEXcg8Mg/s72-c/core+3.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-eating-christine-lazaro.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-8094388799150293159</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 10:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-13T03:17:00.009-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><title>Our House.. is a very, very, very fine house</title><description>After completing an ideal habitat for my superpoke pet Pigsy in facebook, I thought of showing you around the spaces of the house I currently reside in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop is the living room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sbow0qHXWLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/XP5lilTNTDU/s1600-h/living+room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sbow0qHXWLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/XP5lilTNTDU/s320/living+room.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312612391653431474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, it works as a bedroom too sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second stop is the kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sbow-w-_qMI/AAAAAAAAAaI/m2eiyTSdcak/s1600-h/kitchen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sbow-w-_qMI/AAAAAAAAAaI/m2eiyTSdcak/s320/kitchen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312612565296064706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The refrigerator remains invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third stop is where my books hang out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SboxMGJq0nI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7_ppgL63cEM/s1600-h/library.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SboxMGJq0nI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7_ppgL63cEM/s320/library.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312612794316280434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth stop is the wash room, where the flush is becoming a deadly threat with every human disposal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sboxq6heBTI/AAAAAAAAAaY/jMgqYpdBofE/s1600-h/washroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sboxq6heBTI/AAAAAAAAAaY/jMgqYpdBofE/s320/washroom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312613323770823986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth is the --- where the footwear stuff rests... and of course, the miscellaneous trash as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sbox1M9gNXI/AAAAAAAAAag/ymVyfjD13yw/s1600-h/storage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sbox1M9gNXI/AAAAAAAAAag/ymVyfjD13yw/s320/storage.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312613500518937970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who would ever forget setting up an improvised workplace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sbox-6p0VcI/AAAAAAAAAao/zzq9gU8FD3M/s1600-h/work+area.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sbox-6p0VcI/AAAAAAAAAao/zzq9gU8FD3M/s320/work+area.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312613667403224514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone needs a man's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SboyHrdp7LI/AAAAAAAAAaw/XRy_EFe9wIQ/s1600-h/scooby+pet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SboyHrdp7LI/AAAAAAAAAaw/XRy_EFe9wIQ/s320/scooby+pet.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312613817944501426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that mine is lifeless. Meet Scooby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my frequent visitor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SboySus0fGI/AAAAAAAAAa4/cARjpl6MXt4/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SboySus0fGI/AAAAAAAAAa4/cARjpl6MXt4/s320/DSC00855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312614007791975522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone like to visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RSVP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-8094388799150293159?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/7hl8MLNnH5I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/7hl8MLNnH5I/our-house-is-very-very-very-fine-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/Sbow0qHXWLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/XP5lilTNTDU/s72-c/living+room.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-house-is-very-very-very-fine-house.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850772863144915644.post-5186057193572582807</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 10:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-12T03:45:13.312-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reader By Night</category><title>"You are a blessing."</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SbjlfbuNMQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7OBhi1bbXQs/s1600-h/bills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SbjlfbuNMQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7OBhi1bbXQs/s320/bills.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312248088663765250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"You are a blessing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never doubted telling you this statement from the very first time we drove far together. Up to now, that you are still such a wonderful gift of grace in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love pushes me to become better regardless of your already given, unceasing belief and confidence in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the only who knows that I don't always talk the same as how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one who knows I easily feel exhausted, even when I try to appear strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one who knows I still doubt myself, even when the majority believes in all that is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep me together. Whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ba si DingDong sa One True Love na film? Binayaran ang bills ni Marianne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snickers naughtily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/carole_king/track/anyone_at_all"&gt;Carole King - Anyone at All&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/850772863144915644-5186057193572582807?l=iamauj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~4/VZ8xwuEtzeo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/auj/~3/VZ8xwuEtzeo/you-are-blessing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Najua Scribbles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2X348wfHGk/SbjlfbuNMQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7OBhi1bbXQs/s72-c/bills.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iamauj.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-blessing.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

