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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ENQXo_fyp7ImA9WhRVFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263447558794582877</id><updated>2012-01-13T13:21:30.447-08:00</updated><category term="Nemo" /><category term="weekends" /><category term="mhr" /><category term="God" /><category term="if you were God" /><category term="move on" /><category term="light" /><category term="seventh heaven" /><category term="marriage" /><category term="alexis and nika" /><category term="relationships" /><category term="the most effective way to get over disappointment" /><category term="weekend" /><category term="today" /><category term="regret feeling" /><category term="sorrow" /><category term="whydo disappointments occur" /><category term="relax" /><category term="If I were a boy" /><category term="disappointment" /><category term="midnight" /><category term="Philippine time" /><category term="choose your feelings" /><category term="feelings" /><category term="thoughts" /><category term="family" /><category term="powershot d10" /><category term="sorry" /><category term="get over disappointment" /><category term="fun" /><category term="mean" /><category term="storyline" /><category term="love" /><category term="apologize" /><category term="reasons" /><category term="sleepy" /><category term="apple macbook" /><title>What I'm thinking about..</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maelizza-whatimthinkingabout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maelizza-whatimthinkingabout.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>meimeiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121059711601003466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</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/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/dlgt" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/dlgt" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MHSHs8eSp7ImA9WhRVFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263447558794582877.post-1866395204398498432</id><published>2012-01-13T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:17:19.571-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T13:17:19.571-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mhr" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alexis and nika" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="storyline" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Love and the rest of the mushy^^</title><content type="html">So I drank a lot of coffee. I got to watch Storyline and was really moved by one particular story. Their love crossed continents. It was a love story, only with a tragic end. Then it got me thinking.. How could a magical thing, such as love could end that way? They were murdered by the way. You can check out their story &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qszvm3DGXSo"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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So anyway, love is life and life as we know it, ends. I guess that's the only way to stop it. But even death does not separate two people in love. It's called eternal love. One story had that kind of love. Her husband, who was an activist, was assassinated right before he's about to pick her up from the airport. Instead of dwelling on the heavy emotions, she focuses on life. She said if she'll share her story, it would not be about the hurt because listeners would feel that. So she chose to share about being a flutist. She said from what had happened to her husband, she learned to appreciate life and the importance of every breath.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's just amazing. Two different stories but of the same foundation, love. I'm young but I'm not getting younger. I have not found the love of my life yet but I believe it will come if it's for me. I'm just afraid of getting hurt. People make mistakes, but I'm not sure how I'd handle a husband's mistake or a boyfriend cheating. It's kinda like, don't start it, if it would just end eventually. I'm also not the type who collects because I believe in karma and I don't like playing with people's feelings. Quite frankly, if I don't like a person, they would feel it.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was in first grade, I had a crush. I think he's special because I never forgot his name. Funny as it may seem but yes, as soon as I learned his name, I never forgot it. Darn. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;
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Drinking coffee makes my heart beat fast that's why I got to write this. I do apologize. But word of advise; Cherish those people who care for you. Don't chase or look for love. It will come and bite you in the armpits. Just keep your eyes, especially your heart, open :)&lt;br /&gt;
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When was the last time I posted? It's not because I ran out of thoughts. Haha. Funny. But I just got busy with work. Wish I have &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002QQ8EKO?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whatimthinabo-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B002QQ8EKO"&gt;Apple MacBook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whatimthinabo-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B002QQ8EKO" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt; so that I don't have to keep updating my anti-virus program. I also would like to have a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001SER460?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whatimthinabo-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001SER460"&gt;Canon P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001SER460?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whatimthinabo-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001SER460"&gt;owerShot D10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whatimthinabo-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001SER460" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt; , by then maybe I could find Nemo! Although I think I should learn how to swim first hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vScT2NFSXXM/S1ij_io3vfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/x8XNoead3j0/s1600-h/41CzAf-pawL._SL160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 103px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vScT2NFSXXM/S1ij_io3vfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/x8XNoead3j0/s200/41CzAf-pawL._SL160_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429269662820449778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vScT2NFSXXM/S1ikEuUY0dI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pMnmMlu5qXk/s1600-h/41YlZjywPRL._SL160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vScT2NFSXXM/S1ikEuUY0dI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pMnmMlu5qXk/s200/41YlZjywPRL._SL160_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429269751855108562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ooh! These are really great products but I don't have enough money for them yet. Even my phone is too old. Really old. I think it is it's 10th year now haha. But I'm considering buying a new one or two this year. One for me and one for my Mamu G (my mom) &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'll work harder to get these stuff. But I'll make sure I'm still helping my mom and other people along the way. 'Til next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263447558794582877-4765834754498036917?l=maelizza-whatimthinkingabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Google defines it as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs36/f/2008/272/8/d/I__m_sOrry_by_Everlastinglovex3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"regretful: feeling or expressing regret or sorrow or a sense of loss over something done or undone. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no problems with this definition. It’s just that, this is a feeling which needs to be expressed, not just a word said to escape reasoning. I know people who use this word all the time and not care. So, I came up with a list of reasons why you shouldn’t say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Reason#1&lt;/strong&gt;; we are human! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We all make mistakes. From the day we were born we were considered sinners because of Adam and Eve’s wrongdoing. It is all-natural. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Reason#2&lt;/strong&gt;; if you don’t mean it, it doesn’t really count. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just saying sorry without the intention of really being sorry, doesn’t count. It just doesn’t! So why waste your time saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Reason#3&lt;/strong&gt;; the most important one, sorry was &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; synonymous with “I won’t do it again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you say “I won’t do it again”, there is an assurance that whatever the fault was will not happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saying sorry isn’t bad. It really is a good thing if delivered with pure intentions. So, when you’ve done somebody wrong, immediately &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0446406147?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whatimthinabo-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0446406147"&gt;apologize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whatimthinabo-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0446406147" width="1" height="1" /&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;mean it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/s/link-enhancer?tag=whatimthinabo-20&amp;amp;o=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263447558794582877-3418005760526257382?l=maelizza-whatimthinkingabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am humble. I wouldn’t want to take much of your time. Worship me if you must. But as long as you know me and your thankful for the life I gave you that would be fine. You don’t need to offer your life for me. After all, I am all-powerful. Just live your life to the fullest. But bear in mind there are limits to your free will. That is why if&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2005/341/7/8/God_by_esreveRYourThinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2005/341/7/8/God_by_esreveRYourThinking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I were God I would first create &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Light"&gt;light&lt;/a&gt;. I want to divide light from darkness. Light would still be called “day” and darkness would still be called “night”. Somehow, light represents the good. In contrary, darkness represents the bad. So while you experience your free will, you would always choose to do good things or at least that which wouldn’t harm other people. We need light to guide us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun, the moon and the stars are mediums of light. Imagine your life without having to experience these things. The sun wakes you up every morning and brightens your day. The moon gives light to the dark paths during the night. And the stars which continuously shine and twinkle for you every time you look up. They also give hope to those who wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t really plan out in the dark. If you create something, you need to see it. You can’t appreciate your creation if you don’t see it. How could I have possibly recognized the beauty of everything I have created without the light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to create light first so that all creatures can appreciate the beauty of the earth. All the colors and all the things found in it. Like the rainbows, the sky and even the buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything was created and the first man walked the earth, I would remove &lt;a href="http://www.allacademic.com/meta/p_mla_apa_research_citation/0/2/0/4/9/p20495_index.html"&gt;the concept of religion&lt;/a&gt;. It only creates conflicts about their ideas and beliefs. Eventually, it would lead to war. War kills not just humans but also the earth. It would destroy my creation. I would also remove the concept of deities. That way humans could live their lives without the feeling of being watched by a greater force. 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(Philippine time)</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another day at work but I’m not &lt;a href="http://www.sleepys.com/"&gt;sleepy&lt;/a&gt;. I don’t know why. From the time I got out of our boardinghouse, I felt light. It was like everything was okay. But it bothers me and here’s why;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;° Whenever I leave our boarding house in time for work, I’m always tired. Its either I took a nap before actually going to work or I’m just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;° Being in the workplace wears me out. Excluding the fact that well, the workplace is not health-friendly for having poor &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ventilation_%28architecture%29"&gt;ventilation&lt;/a&gt; etc., everybody is busy-tired. So who am I to object?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs16/300W/i/2007/155/b/e/meow____by_SisterOfDeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379547693814568194" border="0" alt="" src="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs16/300W/i/2007/155/b/e/meow____by_SisterOfDeath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just didn’t expect this. Maybe this just isn’t for me and I know that, even before ‘this’ started, I know that. Still, I’m thankful for these guys. I’ve learned so much from them; the good and the bed. Did I just type in bed? Well, what I’m trying to say is the good and the bad. I’ve gotten to know different types of persona. At least this helps me in a theory I’ve been working on which I will post when the time is right; when it’s done. (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the boss. He always has a lot to say about stuff but they actually seem sensible. But if I may suggest, try not to talk down on your listener because that’s the time they establish their fear in you. You’re not always right so try to hear their side. When I say hear, wait for their say. Give them time to think about what they want to say - a time to establish their sentence because it’s not easy. Talking to you is not easy. But I appreciate the advices you’ve given to me and I do appreciate talking to you. Not just because I could practice talking to an American which really helps for the training I’m currently in, but also because I learn a lot from you. So, thank you.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs13/300W/f/2007/112/1/e/Sleepy_Sam__s_Stressful_Sunup_by_jamonit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs13/300W/f/2007/112/1/e/Sleepy_Sam__s_Stressful_Sunup_by_jamonit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379547888411951698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vScT2NFSXXM/Sqf-TWz_QlI/AAAAAAAAAAg/r6GHCmFkb_o/s200/sleep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still not sleepy. Now, what should I be thinking about at this time? I really don’t know. 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