<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk8AQHk7eyp7ImA9WhZWFUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668</id><updated>2011-05-16T07:07:21.703-07:00</updated><title>Euphoria</title><subtitle type='html'>"All we need is a simple smile :)" -Antonski
                         

 (www.antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk8AQHk6fSp7ImA9WhZWFUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-2893910216063681962</id><published>2011-05-16T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T07:07:21.715-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-16T07:07:21.715-07:00</app:edited><title>Dysphoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm so disheartened this past few days, I want to cry and give up.  Stupid heart,please stop beating even once. Or should I blame my  pituitary gland for excreting endorphins that keeps me falling too much  in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;If she's not happy with me anymore, I can't blame her, It's all my fault. I do love her so much up to the point I tried to keep track of my weight, get a good haircut and&amp;nbsp; try to look neat, try to put on a good/decent dress, just for her... its just  that I can't keep up with people's expectations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And now I'm starting to understand bit by bit that there will always be this person who had her a  long time ago. Who made her heart beat once. Who will always had her even when she's already mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And Will I be able to bear more pain. If someday I need to set her free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do I need to fall this much and bear all this pain. Why do&amp;nbsp; I need to catch a&amp;nbsp; bright star if I could content myself just seeing it every night.  Maybe that bright star above fills my heart with simple joys and  contentment... and when everything falls down, maybe looking up and  wishing I was there is just a glimpse of hope.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-2893910216063681962?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/2893910216063681962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/05/dysphoria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/2893910216063681962?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/2893910216063681962?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/05/dysphoria.html' title='Dysphoria'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A04NQXc_eCp7ImA9WhZRFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-6514581452031380330</id><published>2011-04-13T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T03:19:50.940-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-13T03:19:50.940-07:00</app:edited><title>Closer</title><content type='html'>I can't take my eyes off&amp;nbsp; you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can't take my mind off&amp;nbsp; you. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Did I say that I miss you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Did I say that I want to leave it all behind just to be with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-6514581452031380330?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/6514581452031380330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/04/closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/6514581452031380330?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/6514581452031380330?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/04/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkEHQno8fip7ImA9Wx9bFU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-6185604727345113733</id><published>2011-02-23T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:43:53.476-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-23T15:43:53.476-08:00</app:edited><title>Days, months,years and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Hold onto love that is what I'm doing now that I've found you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;And in the night, I could be helpless, I could be lonely, sleeping without you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;And I wouldn't feel so used. But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you.I just wanna badly be with you. For no one else can have the part of me I gave to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Before I say another word let me tell you I love you. Let me hold you close and hug you tight and whisper these words as sweet as I can.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anton :) (http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-6185604727345113733?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/6185604727345113733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/02/days-monthsyears-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/6185604727345113733?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/6185604727345113733?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/02/days-monthsyears-and-counting.html' title='Days, months,years and counting'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQNQHc4cCp7ImA9Wx9UF0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-3332716170281063877</id><published>2011-02-14T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:06:31.938-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-14T21:06:31.938-08:00</app:edited><title>Back on track</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'd like to believe that this is my month. I remember starting this blog a few years ago as a way of expressing my feelings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was lost, I'm not broke but I was a brokenhearted man way back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I promise myself to never love again but I was brave enough to give love another try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I'm so much happy that I took the chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Anton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-3332716170281063877?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/3332716170281063877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-on-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/3332716170281063877?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/3332716170281063877?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkEMRXY6eyp7ImA9Wx9VFUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-8260771154969939061</id><published>2011-02-01T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T08:44:44.813-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-01T08:44:44.813-08:00</app:edited><title>February blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me. And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be.Thinking maybe you'll come back to the place that we meet. You will see me waiting for you on a corner of the street."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I miss you dear. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-8260771154969939061?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/8260771154969939061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/8260771154969939061?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/8260771154969939061?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-blues.html' title='February blues'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0AMRHg7eSp7ImA9Wx9VE00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-6528515799050685339</id><published>2011-01-29T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T06:03:05.601-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-29T06:03:05.601-08:00</app:edited><title>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There's  really not much to write about but I feel like spewing out words and  hope that they make sense. My life's been so steady these days sometimes  I actually feel like I'm floating on air and doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The same thoughts run through my head over and  over. &lt;i&gt;What do I really want to do? Am I really happy with what I'm  doing? Should I start looking for what I really want? Or should I just  stop thinking about these things and actually try to just live with what  I have? Certain questions that keeps on haunting my mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The  attempt at making sense has been evidently futile. While I gather my  thoughts and wait for providence to manifest its powers, I started to reminisce past experiences.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happiness was with me all these years of my life. I may not be that rich, yet I grew up without  having to bother about the basic necessities of life. I went to a  good school having a bright classroom. Yet under the same blue sky, how many children have to struggle against the  threats of war, hunger and disease. I realized how insignificant  my self pity was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And for my dear jeane:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;People say that someday someone will come in your life and showed you  life in a much brighter perspective.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then you came unexpectedly  and caught my attention, and showed me life in a more meaningful way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Guess  I'm just too lucky or is it really meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But what's more  important thing, you should know is that, I LOVE YOU..so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Anton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-6528515799050685339?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/6528515799050685339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/01/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/6528515799050685339?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/6528515799050685339?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/01/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcCSXs9eyp7ImA9Wx9WGUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-7058442990735630925</id><published>2011-01-25T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T04:21:08.563-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-25T04:21:08.563-08:00</app:edited><title>Streams of thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I haven't written anything in a while. Not that it matters though. I'm just... I don't even know.It's like my life is a series of routine, seriously though I'm starting to get used to this life. I'll vent out my life's complications some other time, but in the mean time, I just want to write and express my feelings into words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Coherency eludes me. In my mind is a constant stream of thoughts - worries, actually. It's a challenge to keep being positive when the world doesn't seem to conform with your desires.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's been often said that the best way to be happy is to forget past regrets, avoid worrying about the future and focus on the present instead. I've never been&amp;nbsp; practicing that. But lately it's been very difficult to think about the future. It also hasn't been easy to remember the past. I wish the present would stand still.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's nothing I want more than to make the present stay where it is. I often wonder which is worst: being the one leaving or the one left behind? I have experienced both. And the latter, it's not something anyone would wish to go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Memories are killing me deep inside. I don't want to rush on things just like what I did before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just want to stand still and enjoy things right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, enough for this emo-ness. Honestly I just want to erase certain memories in my head that keeps me waking up in the middle of the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know, I know it was my fault. I exerted too much effort during the courting process but I ended up being fooled by a girl whom I gave everything, whom I promise to catch each and every stars in the sky just to give her. The girl whom I waited for hours in the bus stop just to accompany her home safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All I want now is to make the present stay where it is. My hopes are high that I know this time I made the right choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stay happy my dear jeane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;From the deepest voice of my heart,&amp;nbsp; I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Anton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-7058442990735630925?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/7058442990735630925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/01/stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/7058442990735630925?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/7058442990735630925?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/01/stay.html' title='Streams of thought'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEEMR34_cSp7ImA9Wx9WEUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-6313793428230281544</id><published>2011-01-16T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T08:51:26.049-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-16T08:51:26.049-08:00</app:edited><title>Dear Jeane</title><content type='html'>For almost a number of&amp;nbsp; days or should I say months, we have been together I felt euphoria once again. I knew I was in love once again. I can still remember when it started- certain circumstances made  us meet, perhaps or because destiny just let it be. What I really know  is that we were just mere co-nurses back then. I was your silent admirer, "di mo lang alam yan".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was contented sharing smiles and conversations with you but I never expect that I will fall in love this much. "Natuwa ako ng naging mas malapit ako sayo." I knew you are different, simply unique among the girls I met. "Siguro dahil marami kang talent, haha :), masayahin, totoo sa sarili." I myself could not answer my inner voice telling me: "Bakit mo pa siya nagustuhan?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know destiny doesn't play tricks but I'm happy both our roads met in the same direction. "Matagal tagal na din akong di nakapagsulat ng ganito". Sorry for the bad english or grammatical lapses. Words can't describe how much I love you. "Napapa english na naman ako,haha :)"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And if ever our roads separate, I'll always be there for you.. I promise. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Anton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-6313793428230281544?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/6313793428230281544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-jeane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/6313793428230281544?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/6313793428230281544?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-jeane.html' title='Dear Jeane'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkEHQ3oyeyp7ImA9Wx9SEE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-6578799678234758766</id><published>2010-11-28T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:23:52.493-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-28T20:23:52.493-08:00</app:edited><title>Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Euphoria., Yes I know I'm happy,really happy right now. I'm feeling this so called thing we called "LOVE" again after years of solitude and bitterness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Anton, RN,RM,MSN&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;:) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-6578799678234758766?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/6578799678234758766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/11/fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/6578799678234758766?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/6578799678234758766?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/11/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkMHQHc4eCp7ImA9WxFXE04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-8697964820096099196</id><published>2010-05-19T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:40:31.930-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-19T21:40:31.930-07:00</app:edited><title>Learning to breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;City lights that shine bright outside. The smell of nicotine in the cold breeze. My dark room that is filled with questions. Questions from within,that I myself couldn't answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And as My chemical romance's Cancer, keeps on playing on the audio. I can't help myself but cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are still times, I can remember my younger sister and honestly, she is one of the very few things that keeps me going on with life. She became my motivation to pursue my goals not just for myself but for my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'm tired of crying, I can hide this emotions but deep inside I'm dying, I'm longing, I'm yearning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss everything&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Anton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-8697964820096099196?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/8697964820096099196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/05/learning-to-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/8697964820096099196?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/8697964820096099196?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/05/learning-to-breathe.html' title='Learning to breathe'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYASXszeSp7ImA9WxFXE08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-8974471029051732231</id><published>2010-05-19T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:45:48.581-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-19T20:45:48.581-07:00</app:edited><title>Taste of bitterness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Lyrics from Cancer of My chemical romance. Sad but true&lt;br /&gt;
- Anton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-8974471029051732231?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/8974471029051732231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/05/taste-of-bitterness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/8974471029051732231?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/8974471029051732231?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/05/taste-of-bitterness.html' title='Taste of bitterness'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEEGR3g9fCp7ImA9WxFQE04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-7024867157001266242</id><published>2010-05-08T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T09:37:06.664-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-08T09:37:06.664-07:00</app:edited><title>To God be the Glory</title><content type='html'>God is indeed good.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'll be forever thankful for all the Blessings,God the Father has given me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- Anton Jay T. Tan, RN,RM&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Nurse 2- Sta.Ana Hospital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-7024867157001266242?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/7024867157001266242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-god-be-glory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/7024867157001266242?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/7024867157001266242?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-god-be-glory.html' title='To God be the Glory'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEcAQH89cCp7ImA9WxFSEEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-7589012993412653647</id><published>2010-04-11T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:20:41.168-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-11T21:20:41.168-07:00</app:edited><title>The Air King is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a long hiatus. Sorry for not updating my blog often. I wanted to keep away from the blogosphere and now I'm back again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And as a registered nurse, I think its much easier to explain things in a charting format. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nurses notes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;gt; Hospital volunteer days are over. Its been 5 months since I volunteered at that public hospital. I learned a lot from it. I started from scratch and now I can say it proudly that I improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;gt; Staff nurse position ahead of me. God Help me. I'm just waiting for a call from the hospital. More prayers for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt; Midwifery Licensure examination is a few days from now. I know I can make it once again with God's help.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;gt; Schooling at june at UERM. I hope I can manage to enroll on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;gt; Time is running, I'm still on the verge of curiosity and questions but in due time I'll know all the answers in my questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Therefore I will proclaim your name, O Lord among the nations, and I will sing praise to your name"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2 Sm 22:50&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Anton&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-7589012993412653647?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/7589012993412653647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/04/air-king-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/7589012993412653647?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/7589012993412653647?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/04/air-king-is-back.html' title='The Air King is back'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUCQ30ycSp7ImA9WxBbFkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-1336880871843955701</id><published>2010-03-15T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T04:57:42.399-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-15T04:57:42.399-07:00</app:edited><title>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Right now, I'm starting to formulate this unusual words trying to make a sensible sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Right now I'm on the cross road of my life, thinking what I will be a few years from now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Right now I'm still hoping for a simple life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Right now I can barely continue to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Right now,All I want is my life, I lost it somewhere and I'm looking for it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
-Anton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-1336880871843955701?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/1336880871843955701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/1336880871843955701?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/1336880871843955701?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEUAQX8-cSp7ImA9WxBUEUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-8487385655856346418</id><published>2010-02-25T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:50:40.159-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-25T19:50:40.159-08:00</app:edited><title>The past,The present and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I could turn back time and change some things at my past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish I could smile wholeheartedly and greet the morning sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish I never felt this numb and lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Things are not going smoothly,change is inevitable and I'm still afraid to accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so tired, I want to be back on track,help me God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Anton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-8487385655856346418?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/8487385655856346418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/02/pastthe-present-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/8487385655856346418?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/8487385655856346418?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/02/pastthe-present-and-counting.html' title='The past,The present and counting'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkYMSX88eyp7ImA9WxBVFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-3177105334845217056</id><published>2010-02-17T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T02:56:28.173-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-17T02:56:28.173-08:00</app:edited><title>Chocolates and Flowers:post Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hearts day or the ever famous Valentines day had made its way again. And I know I'm late for this valentines' post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, yes I know I wanted to feel this so called thing we called "love" again. I wanted to celebrate again V-day with flowers and chocolates in my hand. The feeling that you'll be making someone happy with these presents, and the smiles you'll be sharing, the sweet " I love you and I do".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I know I'm one of those person who patiently waits, I do love to give this special someone every single thing that could make her happy.I'm a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;part of a group who have tried their luck in love, you would know that it doesn't always happen the way you want it to. It's not all about the good times and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm always here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;statements or even the sweetest promises. More often than not, love leaves you hanging or at least the person you love does.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In other words, Love hurts in spite the efforts you made. It's a rational truth that is hard to accept&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This might be the reason I'm still afraid to fall in love again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if ever the love angel hears my plead: "I'm still here waiting."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
-anton&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-3177105334845217056?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/3177105334845217056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-chocolates-and-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/3177105334845217056?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/3177105334845217056?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-chocolates-and-flowers.html' title='Chocolates and Flowers:post Valentine'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C04MQnkzcSp7ImA9WxBWGU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-5769352346523408793</id><published>2010-02-11T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:26:23.789-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-11T07:26:23.789-08:00</app:edited><title>Dull</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot of things happen lately. I'm still volunteering at a public hospital in Manila. Its been a couple of months since I started. I haven't even updated my blog, sorry for those who are still visiting my site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh. Life sometimes is so dull. Plain and simple.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'ts just like that your life revolves around a small routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Home- Hospital duty-Sleep/Eat- Wake up and do the same thing again. I'm not tired of doing this things maybe I just need something new I can spend some time with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Anton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm looking forward for this job&amp;nbsp;opportunity ahead of me.Nurse 1 position. Help me God, guide me always. I know I passed the final interview and with Your Good Grace,surely I'll make it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-5769352346523408793?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/5769352346523408793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/02/dull.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/5769352346523408793?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/5769352346523408793?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/02/dull.html' title='Dull'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0UFQn0-fCp7ImA9WxBWEEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-5516589020821963758</id><published>2010-02-01T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:13:33.354-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-01T22:13:33.354-08:00</app:edited><title>Senti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Mahal ka ba niya talaga?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Tas sinabi mong :&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Wag mo akong iwan,ayaw kong mag isa."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok lang sakin na abutin ng umaga, LAHAT AY GAGAWIN PARA KA LANG MAPASAYA..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nagtataka ako, nag seselos..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Mahal ka ba niya talaga?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Dahil ako MAHAL KITA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;MAHAL NA MAHAL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;-anton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-5516589020821963758?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/5516589020821963758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/02/senti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/5516589020821963758?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/5516589020821963758?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/02/senti.html' title='Senti'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE4NSX06fip7ImA9WxBQGEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-4347403106221696698</id><published>2010-01-18T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:43:18.316-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-18T23:43:18.316-08:00</app:edited><title>Take me to Neverland</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I don't know how to start. All I want is to go to Neverland, a place where no one grew up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I guess this is just my way of escaping my thoughts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Random:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Days are counting, and I still don't have the guts to convey my feelings. Maybe I'm just shy or&amp;nbsp; I'm one of those typical "torpe". I really don't care much about if my friends call me like this but deep inside I know I'm wasting my time waiting for the right time to propose to this lovely lady.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed, I'm longing to have someone.I have my family and friends but this someone I'm talking about is,someone whom I can talk to,share my dreams and would give me a hug during the cold nights of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I would love to have someone I can hit the outskirts of the city with, watch last full shows, overlook the city and just talk about anything and everything. Someone who thinks that there is a Supreme Being. This someone should smile a lot. And it seems that this someone is unique. I know she is and she will always be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But what hurts most is that I can't tell her what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As the guy, I was expected to make the first move. Eventually, I got too good at lying to myself. Telling myself to wait more for the right time. When will be this right time, I know I'm just making excuses and I can't fool myself. The system in me just wanted to break loose and shout to the world that I'm a dirtbag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And maybe Neverland was also an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But even for once, How I wish Peter pan can bring me and this someone to Neverland, where we can stay forever,happily.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anton :) &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-4347403106221696698?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/4347403106221696698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/01/take-me-to-neverland.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/4347403106221696698?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/4347403106221696698?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2010/01/take-me-to-neverland.html' title='Take me to Neverland'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A08FRXc4fSp7ImA9WxBRE08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-1638793918373231411</id><published>2009-12-31T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:10:14.935-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-31T23:10:14.935-08:00</app:edited><title>Start of A new Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Many Years down and forever to go. Cheers to 2010.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone with a BANG,BANG BANG.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -antonski&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been living on this place we called earth for 21 years. And for this past years, my life has been boring, monotonous perhaps but what could I ask more from Him. I have everything I need in life.Family, friends and persons that makes me smile, just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I was thinking of not writing an entry for the new year&amp;nbsp; just because ennui is taking over me but&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; realized that I have lots of realizations this year that I need to share to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just pinch myself and started to remember that I don’t live along Mayon Volcano.&amp;nbsp;I haven’t set foot in Mindanao, much less Maguindanao.&amp;nbsp;I didn’t get A(H1N1).&amp;nbsp;My family was spared from the wrath of Ondoy and most of all I'm still breathing right now.Lucky,right? All thanks to Him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So much for the emo introduction. This year has been fruitful.I graduated from college, earned my BSN degree and most of all I'm now a Registered nurse but over the past months, I constantly felt that my life was heading to a tunnel of inevitability wherein I have to make a choice to continue my profession or pursue first other goals in life. It was hard, really hard to find a job in hospitals, the competition is getting harder as thousands of new registered nurses are produced every year.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I don't want to work on jobs not related to nursing or medical field.I prefer to be a journalist if&amp;nbsp; there are no options left anymore rather than a call center agent. Thank God that I'm a volunteer in a public hospital.I'm still practicing my profession without any monetary compensation but I'm happy. The experience I'm learning is worth it.Volunteer you may call it but I call it my calling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know there are lots of opportunities laying in wait; other doors that remain to be opened. And yet, underneath this facade of calmness and sobriety, those cliches hurt.Reality hurts a lot. In a bitter moment, I realized that no matter how high the standards you set for yourself, there are still obstacles along the way. I just had to accept that my profession is a trend nowadays and its hard to find a job.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The clock is ticking and a few minutes from now,it's new year. The sky will be filled with fireworks and peoples hope of a better life. As&amp;nbsp; I reminisce things during the past 21 years of life. I know, I still have lots to learn.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Together with all my wishful thinking. I want to greet everyone a happy and prosperous year.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BANG!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-1638793918373231411?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/1638793918373231411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-of-new-horizon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/1638793918373231411?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/1638793918373231411?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-of-new-horizon.html' title='Start of A new Horizon'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQFR38-fSp7ImA9WxBREE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-4961324411535010545</id><published>2009-12-28T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T05:51:56.155-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-28T05:51:56.155-08:00</app:edited><title>Shades of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's been a while since I talked to You. Sorry for being busy this past weeks that I forgot to meditate and breathe for a while. Things are going good and I'm proud to say that I'm contented in my life right now. Thank you for the Blessings. With Your good will,&amp;nbsp; may I have a good job this coming year and earn enough for my studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Your Son,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Anton&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-4961324411535010545?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/4961324411535010545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-god-its-been-while-since-i-talked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/4961324411535010545?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/4961324411535010545?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-god-its-been-while-since-i-talked.html' title='Shades of life'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUMFQXo8cCp7ImA9WxBSE08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-8375237448908761884</id><published>2009-12-20T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T07:36:50.478-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-20T07:36:50.478-08:00</app:edited><title>Just my luck</title><content type='html'>I can't paint a single word or maybe I just don't know how to describe my emotion right now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm so happy and smiling big like a crescent moon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Euphoria, I'm feeling it again. I don't know if everything will go well this time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Reading past diaries of someone special. Little by little I'm starting to know more about her. It's really my luck to discover this things.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was really a nice girl way back then and until now. I never expect that I'll fall this much.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm trying to put a rhyme on my words but I can't. I guess my happiness hit me hard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I just need to end this rhyme and had a good sleep this time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-8375237448908761884?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/8375237448908761884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-my-luck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/8375237448908761884?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/8375237448908761884?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-my-luck.html' title='Just my luck'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE8BQ3k8eyp7ImA9WxBTGUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-7538441963225375284</id><published>2009-12-16T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:47:32.773-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-16T01:47:32.773-08:00</app:edited><title>Nurses notes</title><content type='html'>I manage to blog today, Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Year 2009 is ending a few days from now. Its too early to write a end of the year article right now but it seems that this year had thought me a lot of things and I want to share some of it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nurses notes:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Never expect anything in return. Yes, you hear it right.Just give and give until it hurts. Be good and kind to everybody and it will return to you a hundred fold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Love hurts but hatred hurts more. Just let go of things that has cause pain in you. Be thankful that you had learned something from it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Dream high and reach for it. What you had right now are Blessings from Him. Don't be shy to ask more just make it sure that you'll work for it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4.Never be afraid to be different. Laugh out loud, take a lot of pictures, wear a weird cloth. We only had one life. Lets enjoy it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. And most of all, value the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got a lot more of random realizations. I'll share it on my next post. Hope you guys are all safe and happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
P.S.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;gt; Nurse 1 position in Ospital of Santa Ana. Pray for me guys,Interview is near.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"All we need is a simple smile" &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Antonski&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-7538441963225375284?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/7538441963225375284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-manage-to-blog-today-thank-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/7538441963225375284?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/7538441963225375284?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-manage-to-blog-today-thank-god.html' title='Nurses notes'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUIMR3cycSp7ImA9WxNaF0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-784881426666053929</id><published>2009-12-02T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:59:46.999-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-02T12:59:46.999-08:00</app:edited><title>Melancholy strikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"Its been a couple of months since she left,the scent of her perfume and the light of her face still lingers.Melancholy strikes again and all I can do is to express this feelings into words. We both know that it will be the end.I'm glad we both part ways..I wish her well."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dearest princess,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's so difficult to know how and where to begin. I've been thinking     long and hard through many ideas trying to find a way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally struck one little thought, a simple story, through which I have been able to think clearly and find understanding, if not satisfaction, and I want to share it with you. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is a story about a frog who was dying, and the princess who saved his life. Like most typical fairy tale stories we had read, the frog who was dying was saved by a lovely princess. And later on, the frog would turn to a prince because of a kiss from a princess.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How does this apply to us, you may ask, if you     haven't already guessed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I see us stuck in a never-ending fairy tale. I see myself as the lucky frog who was saved from my solitude and monotonous life and you are the one and only princess who I owe my life. The story sounds different in a sense that, my story or should I say our story could be started with this line: "This is a story of a handsome prince who saved a lovely princess from dying." The stereotype opening of a happy ending fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How I wish I was a prince, I come to think of it that certain things are just illusions of this world of reality. We are not living in a world of castles, horses, princesses and prince, we live in a world of reality in which everything bites, everything is real. I just had to accept this things.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have a record of our time together, and have taken a long and honest look at it. It had made me smile and some even saddened me, but it has been helpful in facing the truth. I look back to the days in early June, and the months that followed.That was our days, and it was beautiful. We are both happy I believe. Then there were also conflicts and misunderstandings, inexplicable cutoffs—and the equally fierce avoidance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Away and apart or together and apart, it is too unhappy. I am watching myself become a person who cries a lot, a person who even must cry a lot, for it almost seems that pity is necessary before kindness is possible. Everyday I face the world with a big smile and positive outlook but still there is this piece of loneliness deep within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hope you will not see this as the breaking of my promise but rather the continuation of the many, many endings you and I have begun. I'm always here for you, loving silently even though I'm still the same old frog. I think it is something we both know must be. I must accept that I have failed in my efforts to let you know how much I care and loved you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My precious princess, this is said softly, even ten­derly and lovingly. And my soft tones do not camouflage an underlying anger: they are real. There are no accusa­tions, no blames or faults. I am simply trying to under­stand, and to stop the pain. I am staling what I have been forced to accept that loving is just a part of living and not all stories had their happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Goodbye my life, Goodbye my happiness, Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despite the pain, I'm happy to have known you in this special way, and will always treasure the time we've had together. I have grown with you, and learned much from you, and I know I have made major positive contribu­tions to you. We are both better people for having touched one another.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You had thought me many things, I believe that I become more sensitive to others feelings.&lt;br /&gt;
I learned that It is by not always thinking of yourself, if you can manage it, that you might somehow be happy. Until you make room in your life for someone as important to you as yourself, you will always be searching and somehow fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to end this letter, there are still many things I still like to share with you but at this late juncture, it occurs to me that a chess meta­phor might also be useful. Chess is a game in which each party has its own singular objective even as it engages the other; a mid-game in which a struggle develops and intensifies and bits and pieces of each side are lost, both sides diminished; an end-game. Both the king and the queen are lost in this game.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am still your friend, your frog, your prince as I know you are mine. You are my princess, my thunder, my life, my happiness. I wrote this letter with a heart full of the deep and sincere love for you,as well as profound sor­row that an opportunity so filled with promise, so rare and so beautiful, had to go unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Anton &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Random:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt;The letter above was written aeon's of years.lol sorry for exaggerating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;gt;Christmas is in the air. Enjoy the season of sharing guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;GodBless us all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-784881426666053929?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/784881426666053929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2009/12/melancholy-strikes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/784881426666053929?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/784881426666053929?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2009/12/melancholy-strikes.html' title='Melancholy strikes'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUMFRXY8eCp7ImA9WxNaFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825102924149327668.post-6694378898018323550</id><published>2009-12-01T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:10:14.870-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-01T09:10:14.870-08:00</app:edited><title>Abstract</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It seems that I lost my place in the real world.I had been busy this past weeks and forgot to breathe for a while.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And what's more surprising is that most of us are slowly taken by this routines.We became more materialistic rather than realist.Or are we still looking for our identity in this big world? Doing things just to stay in trend might be the answer of this behavior.I got a lot of questions right now in my mind but it seems that this meager space is not enough to tell it all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe, I just wanted to get out of the trend and breathe fresh air again.There are things I miss,simple things that are often ignored by society.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just like this things:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;gt;Sleeping in class and waking up just to read a few lines from the white board then sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;gt;Re-reading sweet messages from my cellphone to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;gt;Attending class overnights to finish school paper works but ending up sleeping the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;gt;The noise in the school corridors,the smell of chalks and the chit-chats during lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;gt;The time when friendster took the world and now facebook is taking all our lives.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;gt;Watching movies and series in dvd's and buying cd's in quiapo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;gt;Using our i.d. to draw a line in our geometry assignments.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;gt;The time when all enjoy eating together in the family table sharing cooked foods rather than eating outside alone in fancy restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This are some of the things that what makes us human,it was the trend way back and until now, we are part of it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I had realized that I appreciate life in a different way,the best things in life are free.Family,friends,the sun,moon and stars and everything around us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And most of all I need to breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Anton&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825102924149327668-6694378898018323550?l=antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/feeds/6694378898018323550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2009/12/abstract.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/6694378898018323550?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825102924149327668/posts/default/6694378898018323550?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antonnoblesseoblige.blogspot.com/2009/12/abstract.html' title='Abstract'/><author><name>MrBrightside</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084500551369669226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02804766580873295501'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>