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(You can skip this part, not really that important; just want to set the mood. lol.)
So, there I was lying on bed at 5:00 pm. I had work last night from 2:00 am until 11:00 am. (was it last night or yesterday? Crap. It's really hard to remember time and dates if you are on a graveyard shift.) One thing’s for sure though; I should have been asleep at around 1 pm to&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/20GPmdwg0X0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-03T08:11:59.783+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g05CBbCAJ0g/T1FdQ7trYfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/WL6rkxYBvYk/s72-c/The%2BVow%2BWedding.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2012/03/vow-taking-pain-fighting-for-love-how.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>My Parents'Silver Wedding Anniversary</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/ebVXaggLRrg/my-parentssilver-wedding-anniversary.html</link><category>reflection</category><category>diary</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 17:31:47 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-9041686707901712877</guid><description>My parents Silver Wedding Anniversary was held on January 28, 2012 at Dumaguete City. I traveled from Iloilo (where I am currently staying) to Dumaguete on January 27, 2012 at around 1:30 pm. My two younger brothers and our guest, Richie were a little behind since they still have classes.

Travel time from Iloilo to Dumaguete is roughly 8 hours (an hour ferry ride from Iloilo to Bacolod then 7-&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/ebVXaggLRrg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T09:31:47.715+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQrdshj7RZM/Ty8ZtnZ26CI/AAAAAAAAAVY/5TOmBvqVIYI/s72-c/silver%2Bwedding%2Banniversary%2Brings.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-parentssilver-wedding-anniversary.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Poets Are not Limited To Words Alone</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/7MAl_TckHqE/poets-are-not-limited-to-words-alone.html</link><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2011 21:05:38 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-6134206432471211949</guid><description>http://christianrduran.blogspot.com















check my other blog: http//christianrduran.blogspot.com&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/7MAl_TckHqE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-22T13:05:38.391+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GCGWYQRdLtI/TsstkS_MDgI/AAAAAAAAATE/6_CsuLCLPMU/s72-c/alex.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2011/11/poets-are-not-limited-to-words-alone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Pacquiao Versus Marquez is Like L.A.Lakers Winning Over Brgy. Ginebra Kings by Just 1 Point!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/L-fCwvXsc00/pacquiao-versus-marquez-is-like.html</link><category>reflection</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 09:55:12 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-8294022311612666241</guid><description>--- http://christianrduran.blogspot.com


So, what can i say about the recent Pacquiao-Marquez fight?


I may not be a boxing expert but I understand the sport very well. Roberto Duran's fame was the primary reason why I gain interest for the sport. It really catches your attention when a sports icon or a famous person for that matter shares your last name. When I was a kid, i often hear the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/L-fCwvXsc00" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T01:55:12.032+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r6hRT4zKvVY/TsDJwMExfoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LL2VxeGFNOU/s72-c/pacquiao_vs_marquez3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2011/11/pacquiao-versus-marquez-is-like.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Always Neglected</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/g03Do752Dj8/always-neglected.html</link><category>diary</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 09:53:58 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-6099217219412316888</guid><description>To My Beloved Driver,


I never left. It's just that you don't need me as of the moment. My presence will just annoy you. You got to see how beautiful life is now that it's sunny outside. 

I just have be contented watching you with your friends laughing your hearts out and enjoying the moment. I know, I will not cross your mind. Don't worry I understand. 

But please remember.. 

when the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/g03Do752Dj8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T01:53:58.598+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DoqbCLeKKLE/TiqbYEiyNfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OcH_alvjcVY/s72-c/Sunset_Drive_Wallpaper_bg7u5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2011/07/always-neglected.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>For Life is a Journey</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/Ku1lfKMqnis/for-life-is-journey.html</link><category>poetry</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 09:53:22 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-8383944035977984577</guid><description>You're the one who sacrificed and you're the one paying the price.


Not all people will be aware of how much you care.


You must understand that they're not dumb; they're just numb.


No matter what you do, not everyone will like you.


Don't give room for self-pity. You just have to move on.


There will be a lot of people who will come your way.


Life is a journey.  Every meeting is a&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/Ku1lfKMqnis" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T01:53:22.924+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLfPBkZYtu0/TiWUlMmNkoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1wdQBAwKD7s/s72-c/journey.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-life-is-journey.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Day I Died</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/V6Zn6hqoOok/day-i-died.html</link><category>narrative</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 09:52:37 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-7760728074163289374</guid><description>-- http://christianrduran.blogspot.com


"Where am I now?"
I could actually just simply answer, “I am here in Iloilo.” But with the things that happened for the past few days, I would rather answer “I am at a crossroad as of the moment.”

This is the story of how I died.

Today is June 8, 2011 and I’m exactly 22 years, 9 months, and 15 days old. 8323 days have passed since my birthday.  I&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/V6Zn6hqoOok" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T01:52:37.929+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELwcOMulS-Q/ThZgcm_1S4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/52lrkgmIFdg/s72-c/died.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-i-died.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>It's A Matter of Guts But I Actually Pulled It Off!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/k2pCghQhQN0/its-matter-of-guts-but-i-actually.html</link><category>diary</category><category>narrative</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 09:52:08 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-6869204067513470651</guid><description>-- http://christianrduran.blogspot.com



I was sketching that time (senti mode) when my youngest brother (Ivan) entered the room and was excited to tell what happened in their class that day.

He said that in one subject, their teacher asked them the same question which was "Why did you choose your course." In my brother's case that course would be Management. The exact question was "Why&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/k2pCghQhQN0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T01:52:08.277+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uIL2rMeT2vI/TgBRiXGVNeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/olO1XzNpv7g/s72-c/laughing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-matter-of-guts-but-i-actually.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>My Girlfriend is A Gumiho and My Complicated Story</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/fXi6c-cfDE8/my-girlfriend-is-gumiho-and-my.html</link><category>diary</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 09:51:10 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-1614470628003385249</guid><description>-- http://christianrduran.blogspot.com



There's this koreanovela about a 9-tailed fox (Gumiho as Koreans call it) who badly wants to be come a human being. Well, she looks like a human except for the tails of course that pop up whenever full moon occurs or when she's overexcited about something. She has also has the tendency to erupt or to loose control whenever she's mad which is a scary&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/fXi6c-cfDE8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T01:51:10.476+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UpQFqD7bGI/Tf2Gn9CzCTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/T_XoFlHa6qE/s72-c/gumiho.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-girlfriend-is-gumiho-and-my.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Love and Basketball</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/uqNUaghGtY4/im-avid-basketball-fan.html</link><category>narrative</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 09:50:32 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-4046289455851235571</guid><description>I'm an avid basketball fan.. I myself started playing hoops at a very young age of 8 under the heat of the sun almost every day. I was quite a leaper way back then. I could easily tap the board at a young age to the delight of my playmates (Well, I was really skinny during those days. It lessens your effort to jump or glide in the air. ) I used to wish that someday I'll be able to dunk over&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/uqNUaghGtY4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T01:50:32.889+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqbs9QqC1EY/Tfc5mYwnj2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/esSL2rb5Xo8/s72-c/dallas_champions.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-avid-basketball-fan.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Memories</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/dKvONaBlye8/memories.html</link><category>diary</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2011 00:07:08 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-5630688052438209622</guid><description>Things has been so weird lately. I am having dreams about people, childhood experiences, and nice places. Is the afterlife calling me? Is something about to happen in the near future? Is it about my job? Is it about my dream?

This thought keeps on pushing itself inside me, "I want to travel and travel and travel".

This is your fine start;
If you believe me
Follow me,
Leave a comment,
And create&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/dKvONaBlye8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-25T16:07:08.087+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2011/02/memories.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Delayed</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/lwciAxIBBxQ/delayed.html</link><category>diary</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2011 00:08:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-7231428923928179926</guid><description>Mangastream says that jump releases will be delayed this week. Naruto, One Piece, Bleach, and Fairy Tail are my books. They're exciting as always.


This is your fine start;
If you believe me
Follow me,
Leave a comment,
And create your own -
Your finest art.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/lwciAxIBBxQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-25T16:08:00.530+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2011/02/delayed.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Jumpstart 2011</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/8DNb4x88zZQ/jumpstart-2011.html</link><category>diary</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2011 00:08:14 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-2922353940010797775</guid><description>Right now, I decided to write about anything. I don't care about grammatical errors anymore. It limits my thoughts. I just want to free myself from ideas that may make me explode. 

I have been looking for ways on how to become a billionaire lately. This is because I want it so freakin' bad. I only have one year left and if I'm stuck with my current employer, I won't be able to reach my goal of&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/8DNb4x88zZQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-25T16:08:14.986+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2011/02/jumpstart-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Reaction about a girl who plays DoTA: what is she thinking?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/6GoTeGEOk3c/reaction-about-girl-who-plays-dota-what.html</link><category>reflection</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 09:59:05 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-5880373705688994739</guid><description>Reaction about a girl who plays DoTA: what is she thinking?Answer here&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/6GoTeGEOk3c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T01:59:05.132+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2010/11/reaction-about-girl-who-plays-dota-what.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>They were not expecting It. ;-) by: Christian R. Duran</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/TmO-YfvXxH4/they-were-not-expecting-it.html</link><category>diary</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 09:59:47 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-8189697922199414863</guid><description>I haven't updated my blog for some time now. I am so busy nowadays. i have my work during night (I worked in a call center presently) and then during the day I prefer to sleep since i'm to tired in doing anything. Worst, every saturday I also have a class for my masteral. Yeah, i'm taking up masteral (Masters in Business Administration). It's just that I want to have a clear destination. After I&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/TmO-YfvXxH4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T01:59:47.017+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2010/09/they-were-not-expecting-it.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Review Classes</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/zo3lUudcJlw/review-classes.html</link><category>diary</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2010 23:52:33 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-854715654159159391</guid><description>REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!

Whoa! I'm feeling nervous about my review classes. I worry a lot. I don't know if I really have developed a strong foundation on theories about Accounting and Finance. However, this also gets me excited.

 RETAINED! RETAINED! RETAINED!

On the other side, I ain't a graduate yet. I still haven't processed my graduation clearance. I'm still waiting for my grade in Filipino&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/zo3lUudcJlw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-25T14:52:33.779+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2010/05/review-classes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Cowgirl</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/cz1MFj1YAqg/cowgirl.html</link><category>poetry</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 10:00:24 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-8825739696968173381</guid><description>Hey lady,
I'll just ride out with you;
I'll just follow your lead,
For you're holding the rope
Of my direction.

What you are staring at
Is also at my stare.

Kick my butt!
Whack me more,
And let it rash!
So that when you leave,
I'll have with me
Scars of your whipping.

(Translated to English by the Author)



(Original Onhan)
Mangangabayo

Oy bayi,
pasakyan lang tikaw;
masunod lang ko sa imo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/cz1MFj1YAqg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T02:00:24.070+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2010/05/cowgirl.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Solitude</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/UzptYrZsS3s/solitude.html</link><category>poetry</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 10:00:54 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-6641322989322995116</guid><description>wandering in the wilderness,
i've nowhere to hide, nowhere to go to;
walking in an endless path of isolation,
i am confused, or am i?

forever falling in the deep abyss of emptiness,
i've no one to catch me. no! he won't be there.
i hate this feeling -
invading, disgusting, or is it?

i want to run but where?
how can i escape from your presence?
how can i get rid of your memories?
you’ll always&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/UzptYrZsS3s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T02:00:54.315+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2010/05/solitude.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>2 Seconds a Day</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/Q8fLBQtN6Pg/2-seconds-day.html</link><category>poetry</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 10:01:48 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-95742598660220081</guid><description>I'm thinking of you
a second before I sleep
until a second
before I wake up.


This is your fine start;
If you believe me
Follow me,
Leave a comment,
And create your own -
Your finest art.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/Q8fLBQtN6Pg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T02:01:48.836+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-seconds-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>College Days Ending</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/0J4X4LCqAIM/college-days-ending.html</link><category>diary</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 08:14:54 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-6428357125832952359</guid><description>My college days ended.

This is your fine start;
If you believe me
Follow me,
Leave a comment,
And create your own -
Your finest art.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/0J4X4LCqAIM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-20T23:14:54.977+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2010/05/college-days-ending.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Legalize Prostitution</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/dsm4l_tpiA8/legalize-prostitution.html</link><category>essay</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 16:18:27 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-5675419651134641683</guid><description>Let the Philippines legalize prostitution.



This is your fine start;
If you believe me
Follow me,
Leave a comment,
And create your own -
Your finest art.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/dsm4l_tpiA8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-20T07:18:27.956+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2010/05/legalize-prostitution.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Elevator</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/vfTLemGDc-I/elevator.html</link><category>poetry</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 10:02:18 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-3993342384928301032</guid><description>One step on you is a wrong decision,
Putting my feet on your well-abled structure is such a great temptation.
You gave me an opportunity to rest my destructed soul
and helped me moved on.

I just go with your flow without thinking at all.
Time passed by as I slowly realized I’m already near to the next level.
A place which can cause dilemma and confusion
because my fears and weaknesses are there.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/vfTLemGDc-I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T02:02:18.102+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2010/05/elevator.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Last Days</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/lSLCahytpL4/last-days.html</link><category>diary</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 21:05:57 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-8871494425099073182</guid><description>My college years are ending soon. I am about to be a part of the unemployment group. It is February 1 and I only have more or less three months to enjoy a paid learning-while-having-fun scheme away from the eyes of His and Her Majesty, who often remind me of my faith in God and those look-into-what-your-brother-has-right-now sermons. Kuya Tonton is the second child and he made her girlfriend&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/lSLCahytpL4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-23T12:05:57.903+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-days.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Red Scented Candle</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/12wh-GiWamE/red-scented-candle.html</link><category>poetry</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 10:02:52 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-4512760939897843147</guid><description>Her teary eyes and reddish dropsNow pouring continually.No words flew in that dark roomYet her scent covers the place.I cannot stand the feelingWhile I sit staring at her.
My flame flickeredYet her fire stoodEven if it consumes her.I have to blow itAnd put it offFor she’s in pain.
My mouth whisperedCold wind came out.She quivered,Her fire stopped.Drying tearsAs she stood still.
Then she left&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/12wh-GiWamE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T02:02:52.391+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2010/05/red-scented-candle.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Pisara</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yourfinestart/~3/GZQ29_up2eY/pisara.html</link><category>Filipino dictionary</category><author>sooyb.garcia@gmail.com (Sooy Garcia)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 10:03:28 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308169519966769156.post-8172234940634260228</guid><description>Ang pisara ay isang sulatang yari sa tabla na kadalasang nakadikit sa dingding sa harapan ng silid-aralan at ginagamitan ng yeso bilang panulat.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/yourfinestart/~4/GZQ29_up2eY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T02:03:28.423+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yourfinestart.blogspot.com/2010/05/pisara.html</feedburner:origLink></item><media:credit role="author">Sooy Garcia</media:credit><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating><media:description type="plain">it begins here</media:description></channel></rss>

