<?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-34341339</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:27:41.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In mah undefined world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedkejikj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedkejikj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370679936038209140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.slibe.com/fullimage/1de4f015-_ertifiedpa_ute_.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341339.post-115862259144614008</id><published>2006-09-18T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:36:31.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just an ordinary day..</title><content type='html'>September 18, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..today is my friends 20th bday.&lt;br /&gt;My money for dinner was safe 'coz&lt;br /&gt;she treat us for a meal..&lt;br /&gt;It's just like we're having a fiesta&lt;br /&gt;in e-mall's foodcourt..&lt;br /&gt;Our meal was composed of&lt;br /&gt;3/4 lechon baboy and super big 'puso'&lt;br /&gt;from the C &amp; T Lechon Corner..&lt;br /&gt;We're having fun while eating..&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's enjoying their meal and&lt;br /&gt;so am i..we bought 2 bottles of 1.5 liter Coke&lt;br /&gt;and Sprite..It was such a full meal!!!&lt;br /&gt;My stomach was getting bigger hooshhh!! ei&lt;br /&gt;thanks God for the free meal and of course&lt;br /&gt;Mona my oozing friend for a meal so great!!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;..am new to this stuff (blogging),, my sister told&lt;br /&gt;me that this stuff is the IN nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;so, i just try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..yesterday pla was my x-bf 20th bday..he is now a good friend of mine..   i simply greet him..yon lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..last last yesterday din pla (Sept.16) was my forever friends 20th bday as well..she's Sheryl, a lovely friend of mine..i called her for just a few minutes to greet him..&lt;br /&gt;She's in Manila, pursuing her degree..&lt;br /&gt;... Ahmm, what else i can say? ahmm. i guess this is all for today,..&lt;br /&gt;hope i can manage posting in this blog of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional Check: too weak (heartbroken ..longing for my bf)..he's very much busy and he don't had his cp with him for 2weeks nah..Maybe he forget me nah....hayyyyyyyy.....am too stupid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!one more thing! am a little bit happy today coz i already have my own 'flash drive'!! yepeyyyy!!!!! thanks to my loving mama for giving me money..hehehe i love u mama..mwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--tin--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34341339-115862259144614008?l=undefinedkejikj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedkejikj.blogspot.com/feeds/115862259144614008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341339&amp;postID=115862259144614008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341339/posts/default/115862259144614008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341339/posts/default/115862259144614008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedkejikj.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-ordinary-day.html' title='just an ordinary day..'/><author><name>Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370679936038209140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.slibe.com/fullimage/1de4f015-_ertifiedpa_ute_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34341339.post-115816140896627163</id><published>2006-09-13T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T08:30:08.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; both of them, so they went their own ways there and then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; worked ha! rd day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; something out of himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; set up his own company ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; walk ing to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph! of her smiling sweetly as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; beside her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you wa nt them to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;back with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;ever again.........hop! e you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;thought meant nothing to you.&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/34341339-115816140896627163?l=undefinedkejikj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedkejikj.blogspot.com/feeds/115816140896627163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34341339&amp;postID=115816140896627163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341339/posts/default/115816140896627163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34341339/posts/default/115816140896627163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedkejikj.blogspot.com/2006/09/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11370679936038209140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.slibe.com/fullimage/1de4f015-_ertifiedpa_ute_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
