<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856297951202491017</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:39:19.997-07:00</updated><category term='get a life'/><category term='school'/><category term='err'/><category term='study'/><category term='exams'/><title type='text'>words said are music to ears</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856297951202491017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amcm2oo9</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwycGMAvvqY/S6Ocq7lbMOI/AAAAAAAAABw/vGEHhWqVmPk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856297951202491017.post-1867244038999456039</id><published>2010-02-16T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:04:14.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get a life'/><title type='text'>gezum life! :E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;a'!&lt;/span&gt; Yes. I can officially feel it. This "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i am now a college student&lt;/span&gt;" feeling. meeeehn. we're old :| but still, something remains the same. this thing, it doesn't change. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;from kindergarten, elementary, highschool&lt;/span&gt;. and now, college. i always feel like i am left behind. the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;person in the background while the movie is on its climax&lt;/span&gt;. the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;back up voice in a song's chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends. actually i have loads of them. seriously. i am not a loner. but the more people surrounds me, the more alone i feel. a couple of days back, someone texted me. he's asking stuffs about dawn. he said he's gonna make a write up about dawn. of course i am proud of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;dawn&lt;/span&gt;. it's super cool. i remembered when i forced her to accompany me in joining &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;the Courier&lt;/span&gt; (the club of our school paper). then she became our editor in chief. and now, an applicant is writing an article about her. cool no? so proud! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. who else? uh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;! a new friend of mine. i remembered when i met her. i thought we weren't gonna be friends. i thought we just dont click. but of course, that changed. OBVIOUSLY. haha. before, i thought Jo is one of those "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Maria Clara with a twist&lt;/span&gt;" girls. the shy type but super talkative when with friends. someone who still havent come out of her shell. but boy i was wrong. super talented! she can play the piano, guitar, can sing and boy, can dance. of course, all of us don't know each other that much since we've just met a few months back. but i can see that she's super talented. she just dont show it to others that much. sayang yan Jo! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is really my point? i've talked about different things but still, i havent talked about what i wrote on the first paragraph. about me feeling a "left behind dude". so here it goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past few weeks, i always feel this shitty feeling. every dismissal, of course, i still wanna stay. but my friends have other businesses. ME? "err". Jo has training. Nika has a life. Actually, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they ALL have a life&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, where can get some of those?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OBVIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;BADLY&lt;/span&gt; need one :| Im already in college yet i still havent done something! Lord, SERIOUSLY (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;for the 3rd time&lt;/span&gt;!) when can i claim a life? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;#ncel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856297951202491017-1867244038999456039?l=amcm2oo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/feeds/1867244038999456039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856297951202491017/posts/default/1867244038999456039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856297951202491017/posts/default/1867244038999456039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes.html' title='gezum life! :E'/><author><name>amcm2oo9</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwycGMAvvqY/S6Ocq7lbMOI/AAAAAAAAABw/vGEHhWqVmPk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856297951202491017.post-1372773484348159122</id><published>2009-10-20T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:29:58.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='err'/><title type='text'>eeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>a'! you know? when me is sad. she really ain't happy :| me just doesn't know why the hell things go wrong every time she tries to do the right things. eeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.girlsbydesign.com/wp-content/emoticons.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 132px;" src="http://blog.girlsbydesign.com/wp-content/emoticons.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;#ncel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856297951202491017-1372773484348159122?l=amcm2oo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/feeds/1372773484348159122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/eeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856297951202491017/posts/default/1372773484348159122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856297951202491017/posts/default/1372773484348159122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/eeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='eeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>amcm2oo9</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwycGMAvvqY/S6Ocq7lbMOI/AAAAAAAAABw/vGEHhWqVmPk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856297951202491017.post-3856990791756924484</id><published>2009-10-20T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:57:54.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a'! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hmm,&lt;/span&gt; it's my grandma's 2nd death anniversary. i miss her :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-#ncel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856297951202491017-3856990791756924484?l=amcm2oo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/feeds/3856990791756924484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm-its-my-grandmas-2nd-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856297951202491017/posts/default/3856990791756924484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856297951202491017/posts/default/3856990791756924484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm-its-my-grandmas-2nd-death.html' title=''/><author><name>amcm2oo9</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwycGMAvvqY/S6Ocq7lbMOI/AAAAAAAAABw/vGEHhWqVmPk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856297951202491017.post-1372941537508372514</id><published>2009-10-20T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T06:01:15.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>everytime i try so hard to do something, it just turns out wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwycGMAvvqY/St2ecSOa3qI/AAAAAAAAABI/U7bmqfP5vrA/s1600-h/AAAAAAAAAA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwycGMAvvqY/St2ecSOa3qI/AAAAAAAAABI/U7bmqfP5vrA/s320/AAAAAAAAAA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394642137425567394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a'!sooo. hmm. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;school?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;study?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;books?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;exams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i have my finals this week. can you believe it?! i actually made it! whew! so eyes on the road. here's the thing,  the first day of the exam is no sweat. seriously, it is! so i was excited for the second day. and i promised to myself that i will &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NOT BE LATE&lt;/span&gt;. yea you read that right. i kinda had a wake up call last week (i failed P.E because of my "lates"). i left the house at around 5:45. my exam starts at 7:30. pretty early huh? well, that's what i thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;30 mins late!&lt;/span&gt; why the hell! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i couldn't fly. i cant do anything. to make things worst, i felt like the things that i studied just exits outta my head to make room for my anxiety. so i was really frustrated. this thought just makes its way in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our world today, i think, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;most of the students just study to pass the exam&lt;/span&gt;. ask them about that subject after sembreak, i bet they wouldn't even know what you're talking about. i just think there's something wrong about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-#ncel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856297951202491017-1372941537508372514?l=amcm2oo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/feeds/1372941537508372514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856297951202491017/posts/default/1372941537508372514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856297951202491017/posts/default/1372941537508372514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm.html' title='everytime i try so hard to do something, it just turns out wrong'/><author><name>amcm2oo9</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwycGMAvvqY/S6Ocq7lbMOI/AAAAAAAAABw/vGEHhWqVmPk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwycGMAvvqY/St2ecSOa3qI/AAAAAAAAABI/U7bmqfP5vrA/s72-c/AAAAAAAAAA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856297951202491017.post-1728770306075086143</id><published>2009-10-10T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T06:02:07.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>before hitting the sack</title><content type='html'>a'! its way way past my bed time. well, actually i dont have one. haha. okaay. i just want to post something before hitting the sack. my friend who's in the states just messaged me in my FB account. she said that she miss me sooo much and asked me when will i come visit her. aw. i miss her too. it brings back memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog doesnt contain much. i just wanted to write that no matter what, i will not break my promise to her. ill come and see her. of course it will take, uhm, i dont know? 4? 6? or 10 yrs for me to do what i promised to her. but still &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I WILL&lt;/span&gt;. after "i dont know years" and i read this blog and im about to die in the next couple of hours and i still havent done what i promised her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;DUDE! YOU'RE A  LIAR JERK!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i meant it. gnyte! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-- #ncel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856297951202491017-1728770306075086143?l=amcm2oo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/feeds/1728770306075086143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-hitting-sack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856297951202491017/posts/default/1728770306075086143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856297951202491017/posts/default/1728770306075086143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-hitting-sack.html' title='before hitting the sack'/><author><name>amcm2oo9</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwycGMAvvqY/S6Ocq7lbMOI/AAAAAAAAABw/vGEHhWqVmPk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856297951202491017.post-2670059640217528572</id><published>2009-10-10T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:02:05.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pinch me.</title><content type='html'>a'! first blog eh? hmm. i dont know if anyone's gonna read this. but o well, i just wanna let my mind speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a freshmen college student right now. taking &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;b.s psychology&lt;/span&gt;. just a freshmen student but i feel like im already 85 yrs old. i often stop and think about things. things that makes my mind go crazy. im bored. but not like bored bored. i mean, bored in a way that things that are happening to me right now feels like a movie ive watched 100 times. nothing's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i go to school --&gt; class --&gt; home. --&gt; school --&gt; class --&gt; home --&gt; school --&gt; *bored* --&gt; class --&gt; home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn! just over and over again. i really miss highschool. highschool is more than that. i miss my highschool friends. even though i already feel like they dont even miss me. im LOST. i dont know what to do. i want to find happiness but it keeps hiding on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these things really bother me. im feeling numb. i need a pinch. even just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-- #ncel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856297951202491017-2670059640217528572?l=amcm2oo9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/feeds/2670059640217528572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/pinch-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856297951202491017/posts/default/2670059640217528572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856297951202491017/posts/default/2670059640217528572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amcm2oo9.blogspot.com/2009/10/pinch-me.html' title='pinch me.'/><author><name>amcm2oo9</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwycGMAvvqY/S6Ocq7lbMOI/AAAAAAAAABw/vGEHhWqVmPk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
