<?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-3165547188545805712</id><updated>2012-01-26T08:28:44.050+09:00</updated><category term='sharing'/><category term='from photographers'/><category term='songs'/><category term='movies'/><category term='fanfix'/><category term='family'/><category term='about me'/><category term='someone inspiring'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='photoblog'/><category term='college'/><category term='litrato'/><category term='Me Myself and I'/><category term='Year End Posts'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>ESSAjourney.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'>let's enjoy the ride</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-4168629206487280694</id><published>2009-12-15T20:45:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:24:36.997+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year End Posts'/><title type='text'>Hello twenty-ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This would be my last entry here for 2009. Like you, I have been through a lot this year. Admittedly, 2009 is not a successful year for me. There were so many wasted days, threw away chances, wrong decisions and wasted emotions. There were so many moments that I want to rewind and change because, 2009 is a year of rejection for me. Rejection sucks but it made me realized that I must change; I need a new version of myself. Rejection made me realized that I still have to learn many things so I can prove to the world that I deserve to be a part of something big. It’s never easy, I could not even count the number of times I have cried, the number of times I felt so down and so weak. I almost lost my optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past months I was not in the mood to blog, I did not want to be very detailed about the happenings in my life because it is just all about problems, problems and problems. However, the Silence made me feel better in some ways. I was really looking forward in writing this year-end blog entry. After the I-am-not-in-the-mood-to-write-about-anything, I am happy, I am here again on BlogSpot, typing my ramblings and finally waving goodbye to 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hardships of this year are necessary. Somehow, it would help us to face the challenges of the upcoming year. I hope that there would be more cheerful days, endless opportunities, right decisions, no regrets and good vibes all year round in 2010. God bless us. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S. I will be using new tags next year. I will also try to post weekend reflections and random facts about me. I also accept link-exchange. Just inform me. Thank you.&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/3165547188545805712-4168629206487280694?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4168629206487280694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=4168629206487280694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4168629206487280694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4168629206487280694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-twenty-ten.html' title='Hello twenty-ten'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-1417550966484782511</id><published>2009-11-08T20:05:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:33:35.508+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Take five.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Five days and five lessons to remember:&lt;br /&gt;1. We met people for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;2. Things happen for a reason. Reasons we don’t know yet.&lt;br /&gt;3. There are reasons why some people act the way they do. We have no idea what they’ve gone or going through. That’s why we have to understand and respect each other.&lt;br /&gt;4. Problems help us grow into more mature persons.&lt;br /&gt;5. Time takes everything away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To those people I’ve met in the first week of November 2009. To those who can’t remember me and to those I can’t remember. To those who’ll forget me and to those who won’t forget me. To those I’ll forget and to those I will not forget…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the smiles and cares. Thank you for sharing a part of your life with me. Thank you for sharing love stories, uncertainties, dreams and goals. Thank you for teaching me some life lessons, unintentionally. Thank you for helping me survived in those five strenuous but challenging days. I have no idea that it was only for five days. There are really no permanent things in life, we can’t control it, it was not for us but the good thing is it was God’s plan. Yes, it only lasted for five days but somehow I feel so blessed to meet all of you. We lost the chance to know each other more but I am still thankful for the very short experience and of course for those five lessons to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I missed blogging. Thank you for taking some time in reading my blog and I hope you were inspired somehow. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-1417550966484782511?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1417550966484782511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=1417550966484782511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1417550966484782511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1417550966484782511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-five.html' title='Take five.'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-3440351537991352370</id><published>2009-10-29T15:46:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:52:52.696+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litrato'/><title type='text'>Litrato Batch 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Suk6fP9rWfI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zwmymcm8Cko/s1600-h/PICT0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Suk6fP9rWfI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zwmymcm8Cko/s400/PICT0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397909936915831282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Suk6fRt7aeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/X1aCXTrAbW0/s1600-h/PICT0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Suk6fRt7aeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/X1aCXTrAbW0/s400/PICT0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397909937386645986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Suk6fpSIzUI/AAAAAAAAAng/LLFH6VXRNf0/s1600-h/PICT0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Suk6fpSIzUI/AAAAAAAAAng/LLFH6VXRNf0/s400/PICT0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397909943712533826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-3440351537991352370?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3440351537991352370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=3440351537991352370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3440351537991352370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3440351537991352370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/litrato-batch-3.html' title='Litrato Batch 3'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Suk6fP9rWfI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zwmymcm8Cko/s72-c/PICT0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-3197044537511545720</id><published>2009-10-19T13:22:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:58:59.003+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litrato'/><title type='text'>Litrato Batch 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;– Dorothea Lange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Stvxht1SrfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/owSZ3-K69OY/s1600-h/view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394170540247395826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Stvxht1SrfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/owSZ3-K69OY/s400/view.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/StvpyNsGNDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/EM0FofIhySE/s1600-h/PICT0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394162027583648818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/StvpyNsGNDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/EM0FofIhySE/s400/PICT0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/StvposzBJNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/dVZtXXwLS_U/s1600-h/candles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394161864135484626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/StvposzBJNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/dVZtXXwLS_U/s400/candles.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-3197044537511545720?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3197044537511545720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=3197044537511545720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3197044537511545720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3197044537511545720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/litrato-batch-2.html' title='Litrato Batch 2'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Stvxht1SrfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/owSZ3-K69OY/s72-c/view.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-5311135955952863075</id><published>2009-10-14T19:59:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:22:27.594+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litrato'/><title type='text'>Litrato Batch 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a new blog label: Litrato. I noticed that a lot of photos from My Pictures Folder are still unshared. Hence, I’ll be posting pictures here. I am not a photographer plus I don’t have a decent camera but these days I am always at lost for words about my life.  Erase, Erase. I do have words but emo words. And I don't wanna blog as if I'm creating an entry for fmylife.com. Sharing pictures is better than forcing myself to write about what’s happening in my life and besides, I don’t want to be on hiatus mode. I was also thinking of creating a new tumblr.com account for my own crap – I mean photos but I have decided not to because another site to maintain isn't really good for me and in my case, tumblr.com is only for re-blogging of quotations and photographs that inspire me. I will try to post three photos every batch. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/StWw9BlBW9I/AAAAAAAAAmA/hq1tdDJy_CA/s1600-h/maynila.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/StWw9BlBW9I/AAAAAAAAAmA/hq1tdDJy_CA/s400/maynila.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392410691288259538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was inside a bus, March 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/StWw9ijucLI/AAAAAAAAAmI/YD6EdAWkQys/s1600-h/PICT0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/StWw9ijucLI/AAAAAAAAAmI/YD6EdAWkQys/s400/PICT0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392410700141195442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was going home from school, August 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/StWw-JD3UDI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/qwiAjp-dRjQ/s1600-h/PICT0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/StWw-JD3UDI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/qwiAjp-dRjQ/s400/PICT0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392410710476542002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this picture before my afternoon class, Year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Litrato means Picture in Filipino language and for more litrato from other folks, you may visit fortunatechance.tumblr.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-5311135955952863075?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5311135955952863075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=5311135955952863075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5311135955952863075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5311135955952863075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/litrato-batch-1.html' title='Litrato Batch 1'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/StWw9BlBW9I/AAAAAAAAAmA/hq1tdDJy_CA/s72-c/maynila.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-7319742378826542457</id><published>2009-10-01T17:40:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:41:26.973+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Chairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SsWf4-FvjfI/AAAAAAAAAlw/8FEaa_OlbVY/s1600-h/PICT0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SsWf4-FvjfI/AAAAAAAAAlw/8FEaa_OlbVY/s400/PICT0136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387888330307243506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are gone. The same group of students could never occupy the same room anymore. Some of them could always go back together but will just notice the missing pieces of the puzzle. Some of them could always go back but will no longer attend the same class and will no longer have the chance to bond with the same group of students… with the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;complete &lt;/span&gt;group of students. They are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You’re trying to remember them, one by one. The soundless memories are playing in your head over and over again. Then you wish to retrieve those four years of your life. The four years were not perfect. It was a painful roller-coaster ride. But you still want to go back. Somehow, you know you can make it again because you belong with the same group of students. No doubt, they made you happy. They loved you, unconditionally. You feel so thankful. You want the hands of time to move counter clockwise. Of course, it’s very impossible and it saddens you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you find yourself creating a blog entry after seeing a picture you took while waiting for your classmates to arrive for the usual morning class. The empty chairs symbolizes that they are gone. The picture tells you that they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can here your heart saying, “They are here...Always.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, you smile, reach out for your cell phone and text your unforgettable classmates how much you miss them.&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/3165547188545805712-7319742378826542457?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7319742378826542457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=7319742378826542457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7319742378826542457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7319742378826542457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/empty-chairs.html' title='Empty Chairs'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SsWf4-FvjfI/AAAAAAAAAlw/8FEaa_OlbVY/s72-c/PICT0136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-8206997273231809283</id><published>2009-09-20T19:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:23:49.725+09:00</updated><title type='text'>There are days when it only rains on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SrYCiZoEtII/AAAAAAAAAkg/E0W1ycQWkiY/s1600-h/There+are+days+when+it+only+rains+on+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SrYCiZoEtII/AAAAAAAAAkg/E0W1ycQWkiY/s320/There+are+days+when+it+only+rains+on+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383493194585781378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-8206997273231809283?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8206997273231809283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=8206997273231809283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/8206997273231809283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/8206997273231809283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-are-days-when-it-only-rains-on-me.html' title='There are days when it only rains on me.'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SrYCiZoEtII/AAAAAAAAAkg/E0W1ycQWkiY/s72-c/There+are+days+when+it+only+rains+on+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-7080971292967290617</id><published>2009-08-24T18:47:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:43:12.924+09:00</updated><title type='text'>There will be dead-ends and u-turns.</title><content type='html'>“I don’t know &lt;span&gt;myself &lt;/span&gt;already.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know what I &lt;span&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;“I am &lt;span&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span&gt;find &lt;/span&gt;myself again.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t &lt;span&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;myself.”&lt;br /&gt;“I am &lt;span&gt;angry &lt;/span&gt;with myself. I can’t &lt;span&gt;forgive &lt;/span&gt;myself.”&lt;br /&gt;“I am &lt;span&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span&gt;sad &lt;/span&gt;at the same time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you hear a person say any of the lines above. What is your initial reaction? Do you think that they’re so "emo" and weird? Do you get curious and ask them why? Do you take it seriously, fret for them and give them advice? Do you automatically understand what they mean because you’ve felt the same way before? Do you think it’s impossible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let’s read between the lines. It’s possible and there are stories behind those lines. Stories of struggle, self-pity, hardship and confusion. I know. I should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obviously, Im back. I said that I won’t blog while I’m still a bum but I’ve changed my mind. I realized that I need to be productive through this blog. Though I can’t promise that I’ll be posting on a regular basis just like before because as I’ve said, I am a bum. My life is monotonous. There is no interesting things to share, very uneventful. FML. Maybe this entry will be the first and last for the month of August. We’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, whats new with me? I gained a lot of pounds. I just started dieting. I don’t eat rice as part of my diet plans. But I think it’s not working because I still eat a lot. Blame the delicious foods and sweets. Blame me too ofcourse. My hair now is long and I’m planning to have a new haircut. I created two wish lists on my journal. One for material things, I wanna have this coming xmas – Camera, cellphone, books etc. The other list is for the activities I wanna do – wall climbing, sky diving, travelling etc. Unlike before, I now have a lot of time for meditation, sleeping, daydreaming, watching t.v., reading books, bonding time with family. Unlike before, I am now updated with the latest news from showbiz, politics, fashion, music. Sadly, I don’t have a social life. I miss my friends and other people from college. I have bad days and good days. Sometimes, I’m jaded. Sometimes, I enjoy being a bum. Think of it, we deserve a very long vacation right? Right. Absolutely right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. That’s all for now. I should be doing something much worthwhile like finding a place to belong in this twisted world of ours. I am starting over. Actually, I don’t know where I’m going but I’m sure that there is a place for me. I need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S.: Start reading between the lines and you may also start stalking me on &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/essajourney"&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fortunatechance.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr &lt;/a&gt;and/or &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/abcdessa"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you.&lt;br /&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/3165547188545805712-7080971292967290617?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7080971292967290617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=7080971292967290617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7080971292967290617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7080971292967290617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-will-be-dead-ends-and-u-turns.html' title='There will be dead-ends and u-turns.'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-5773867084884726657</id><published>2009-06-17T15:49:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:24:52.008+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my loveeerrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear loveeerrrrr,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na dapat ako magpapaalam pa. Mas madali kasi yun, hindi ko na kailangang magpaliwanag kung bakit pansamantala akong mawawala. Kaya lang naisip ko na karapatan mong malaman ang mga dahilan. Madami na din kasi tayong pinagsamahan at ayokong mabaliwala ang lahat ng yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang labasan ko nang sama ng loob. Kung wala akong makausap, ikaw ang takbuhan ko. Saksi ka sa mga malulungkot at masasayang pangyayari sa buhay ko. Iba’t-ibang emosyon ang binubuhos ko sa’yo, madami akong pagkakamali at pagkukulang pero kahit kailan ay hindi ka nagreklamo. Mahirap man ako intindihin minsan at kadalasaan ay hindi ko deretsang sinasabi ang tunay kong pinagdadaanan ay nagawa mo parin akong pagtiisan at pagpasensyahan. Hindi mo ako hinuhusgahan. Ikaw ang kasama ko sa paglalakbay. Ikaw ang tumutulong sa akin sa pag-alala sa nakaraan. Ikaw din ang gusto kong makasama sa hinaharap. Minamahal mo ako sa espesyal na paraan at dahil sa pagmamahal na yan ay mas nakilala ko pa ang sarili ko. Dahil sa pagmamahal na yan nagkaraon ako ng pagkakataong magpakilala at makilala ang mundong ito. Salamat. Maraming maraming salamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap ipaliwanag kung bakit kailangan ko itong gawin. Wala akong pakialam sa sasabihin ng iba dahil ang mahalaga ay ikaw. Mahalagang maintindihan mo ang hakbang na gagawin ko, para ito sa ikabubuti nating dalawa. Hindi ko naman talagang gustong tumigil sa pakikipagkomunikasyon sa’yo. Sabi ko nga, ikaw pa din ang gusto kong makasama sa hinaharap. Sa hinaharap.. dahil sa ngayon ay kailangan kong mag-pokus muna sa ibang bagay. Tandaan mo ang paghihiwalay na ito ay pansamantala lamang at uulitin ko, ito ay makakabuti sa atin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag tumigil na ang bagyo sa buhay ko, kapag nahanap ko na ang hinahanap ko, kapag may kalulugaran na ako sa mundo, kapag karapat-dapat na ako para sa’yo, kapag lubusan ko nang minamahal ang sarili ko at kapag may internet connection na ulit sa bahay. Pangako, asahan mo, babalikan kita. Magsisimula tayo at ibabahagi natin sa iba ang mga karanasan ko. Yun naman talaga ang hangarin natin diba? Ang magbahagi at mag-silbing inspirasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang buwan.. dalawang buwan.. hindi ko pa masabi kung hanggang kailan. Malawak ang pang-unawa mo at alam kong hindi ka tulad na iba dyan. Alam kong hihintayin mo ang pagbabalik ko. Wala kang namang choice eh at isa pa kilala mo ako, hindi ko din kaya na mawala ka ng matagal. Sigurado, hahanap-hanapin kita. Hahanap-hanapin ko ang tumupad sa pangarap kong maging manunulat. Mamimis kita ng sobra. Osha, sige na, hindi ko na pahahabain pa ang kawirduhan at kadramahang ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago ako tuluyang magpaalam nais kong sabihin na sana’y Ituring mo akong hangin simula ngayon. Hindi mo na muna akong makikitang pipindot ng newpost button. Hindi na muna tayo magtititigan kapag pinipilit ko ang sarili kong magblog at wala akong mapiling salita. Hindi muna ako magbubuhos ng kaligayahan o sama ng loob ko sa’yo. Ituring mo muna sana akong hangin, hindi mo man nakikita, sa puso’t isipan mo naman ay ang paniniwalang nasa paligid lang ako. Nagsusumikap magbago, inaabot ang mga pangarap at nasasabik na makasama ka ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa muli,&lt;br /&gt;Teresa&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/3165547188545805712-5773867084884726657?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5773867084884726657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=5773867084884726657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5773867084884726657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5773867084884726657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-my-loveeerrrrr.html' title='Goodbye my loveeerrrrr'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-47410540806481886</id><published>2009-06-10T11:21:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:50:49.964+09:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts stored in my cellphone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;05.27.09&lt;br /&gt;1.49am&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep. I am thinking of soooo manyyyyy things. I have so many plans and dreams. What would be my life 2 or 3 months from now? Whats instore for me? Theres a postsecret that says "I am thrill by the person i am becoming", i feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.31.09&lt;br /&gt;7.23am&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Antipolo church. I am travelling to Antipolo ALONE for the 1st time in 20 years! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.04.09&lt;br /&gt;5.10pm&lt;br /&gt;My brother has just arrived from school. He has assignments to do and lessons to study. 2 months. ago i was dying to get out from school then now i want to come back coz im missing the student life. School is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.20pm&lt;br /&gt;Watching Naruto. HotsHot and Boys over Flowers are up next. I'm such a bum. I should be earning money by now instead of watching tv. I must be serious on my jobhunting career. Karirin ko na dapat talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.05.09&lt;br /&gt;3.14pm&lt;br /&gt;It's a windy day and I'm not feeling well. I have fever and flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.10.09&lt;br /&gt;11.53pm&lt;br /&gt;Taking a shower before sleeping is really refreshing. I was reading my very first entry on my very first personalized journal. I'll post a picture of it on my blog soon. i do heart writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.10am&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that i do have a work. I am a housemaid. I am not a fulltime-tambay. I clean our house. I do the laundry. I iron clothes. I cook. I'm also tutoring my brother. I am a housemaid. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.43&lt;br /&gt;I'm online. I should be searching for a job instead of blogging. Anyway, I am just being productive. Hehe. This will be the last time that I'll be twittering or typing thoughts in my cellphone because I already have my customized journal. Thats it. Goodbye, Goodluck and Godbless to all of us. Xiao. (:&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/3165547188545805712-47410540806481886?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/47410540806481886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=47410540806481886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/47410540806481886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/47410540806481886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts-stored-in-my-cellphone.html' title='random thoughts stored in my cellphone'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-7182646410417649696</id><published>2009-06-10T10:33:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:48:35.894+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>i will never give up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Si8PTC78c7I/AAAAAAAAAi8/A9Ab9KYgpRs/s1600-h/rubix-cube-photo-by-mehere-253955_6684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Si8PTC78c7I/AAAAAAAAAi8/A9Ab9KYgpRs/s200/rubix-cube-photo-by-mehere-253955_6684.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345508102592295858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is like my life right now. Unarranged. Unorganized.Someday, I can figure it out. It will be arranged like this one below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Si8Pt0GeT8I/AAAAAAAAAjM/8LTt4bcMGt8/s1600-h/rubix-cube-solved-photo-by-mehere-468027_91178037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Si8Pt0GeT8I/AAAAAAAAAjM/8LTt4bcMGt8/s200/rubix-cube-solved-photo-by-mehere-468027_91178037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345508562466394050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this. I can, just wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-7182646410417649696?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7182646410417649696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=7182646410417649696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7182646410417649696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7182646410417649696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-will-never-give-up.html' title='i will never give up'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Si8PTC78c7I/AAAAAAAAAi8/A9Ab9KYgpRs/s72-c/rubix-cube-photo-by-mehere-253955_6684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-3668985910722460903</id><published>2009-05-26T16:29:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:54:00.897+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoblog'/><title type='text'>galatians</title><content type='html'>May 22, 2009 - Moa and Baclaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/ShucFTJ4cfI/AAAAAAAAAic/fPI53JSuMkU/s1600-h/PICT0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340033398032855538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/ShucFTJ4cfI/AAAAAAAAAic/fPI53JSuMkU/s400/PICT0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/ShucFFggO4I/AAAAAAAAAiU/9q3qPk4Lw0s/s1600-h/PICT0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340033394369641346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/ShucFFggO4I/AAAAAAAAAiU/9q3qPk4Lw0s/s400/PICT0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/ShucE7GSzBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/6IBaD1iqicw/s1600-h/PICT0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340033391575354386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/ShucE7GSzBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/6IBaD1iqicw/s400/PICT0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/ShucEn3WqmI/AAAAAAAAAiE/sNrSqJIK_Mw/s1600-h/PICT0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340033386412419682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/ShucEn3WqmI/AAAAAAAAAiE/sNrSqJIK_Mw/s400/PICT0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/ShucEYM36ZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/sRJa7x7Tggw/s1600-h/PICT0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340033382207711634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/ShucEYM36ZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/sRJa7x7Tggw/s400/PICT0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Shub00lFoLI/AAAAAAAAAh0/V_bohMy88mY/s1600-h/PICT0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340033114947559602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Shub00lFoLI/AAAAAAAAAh0/V_bohMy88mY/s400/PICT0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Shub0uopRCI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Od4bu4KGbJc/s1600-h/PICT0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340033113351865378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Shua790D0YI/AAAAAAAAAhE/G2cszL50RqA/s400/PICT0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Shua7s3ylGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Aso95UIFBt8/s1600-h/PICT0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340032133625975906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Shua7s3ylGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Aso95UIFBt8/s400/PICT0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Shua7owkq5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/6hQak0pij_E/s1600-h/PICT0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340032132521962386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Shua7owkq5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/6hQak0pij_E/s400/PICT0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3165547188545805712-3668985910722460903?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3668985910722460903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=3668985910722460903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3668985910722460903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3668985910722460903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/galatians.html' title='galatians'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/ShucFTJ4cfI/AAAAAAAAAic/fPI53JSuMkU/s72-c/PICT0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-5179769471406213110</id><published>2009-05-21T17:52:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:57:14.004+09:00</updated><title type='text'>weird, moody, whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/ShUWq0P5RII/AAAAAAAAAgk/2orb7ui3U30/s1600-h/soBwCdeuhnqlio01bNL8HHYlo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/ShUWq0P5RII/AAAAAAAAAgk/2orb7ui3U30/s320/soBwCdeuhnqlio01bNL8HHYlo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338197858153219202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I am lost for words and it feels good to see a picture or a message like this one above that could almost express what I really feel inside..&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/3165547188545805712-5179769471406213110?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5179769471406213110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=5179769471406213110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5179769471406213110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5179769471406213110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/weird-moody-whatever.html' title='weird, moody, whatever'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/ShUWq0P5RII/AAAAAAAAAgk/2orb7ui3U30/s72-c/soBwCdeuhnqlio01bNL8HHYlo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-6239401314141903254</id><published>2009-05-17T16:35:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:37:29.816+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Level Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marami akong ginawa na hindi ko dapat ginawa. Marami akong nasabi na hindi ko dapat sinabi.Marami akong hindi ginawa na dapat ginawa ko. Marami akong hindi sinabi na dapat sinabi ko. Marami akong nasaktan. Marami akong pinagsisisihan. Madami akong gustong baguhin sa nakaraan. Pero hindi ko na yun mababago pa. Ang kaya ko lang, mabuhay sa kasalukuyan at harapin ang kinabukasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat sa mga kaibigan ko..Hindi nyo ako iniwan at hindi kinakalimutan. Da best ang mga ala-ala natin. Da best kayo. Maraming salamat sa mga bloggers.. Hindi nyo man ako kilala ng personal at minsan lang ako magparamdam. Gusto ko malaman nyong madami akong natututunan sa inyo. Marahil ay isa ka sa kanila. Salamat talaga. Maraming salamat sa mga kamag-anak ko, sa mga kapatid ko.. miss ko na kayo. Mama, Papa..  kulang ang mga salitang ‘mahal ko kayo’ at ‘salamat’. At kahit kailan ay hindi ko matutumbasan lahat ng sakripisyo ninyo pero ibibigay ko lahat ng makakaya ko para sa mga pangarap natin. Patawad sa mga taong nasaktan o nainis ko.. Pasensya na hindi ko sinasadya. Sa mga nakasakit naman sa akin. Salamat pa rin. Patas na lang. At higit sa lahat maraming salamat sa Panginoon.. Salamat po sa karagdagang taon, sa mga karanasan at sa pagkakataong mabuhay. Salamat po sa lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayong lahat ay inspirasyon ko. Kayo ang dahilan kung bakit ako patuloy na lumalaban sa mga hamon ng buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panahon na para gawin ko ang mga bagay na dapat ko gawin at sabihin ang mga kailangan kong sabihin. Panahon na para bumawi ako sa mga pagkukulang ko sa inyo at sa sarili ko. Bagong taon, Bagong simula at maraming magbabago. Maligayang ika-dalawampung kaarawan sa akin. Ayos!&lt;br /&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/3165547188545805712-6239401314141903254?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6239401314141903254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=6239401314141903254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6239401314141903254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6239401314141903254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/level-up.html' title='Level Up'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-7857096249058021609</id><published>2009-04-30T20:14:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:35:14.336+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone inspiring'/><title type='text'>fearless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taylor Swift was born to Andrea and Scott Swift on December 13, 1989 in Wyomissing, Pennsylvania and raised on a Christmas tree farm there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She always dreamed of becoming recognized for her ability to write and sing songs.&lt;/span&gt; On October 24, 2006, her debut self-titled album was released via Big Machine Records. Soon it went double platinum. October 18, 2007, Taylor released a Christmas album exclusively through Target. Her sophomore album, entitled &lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fearless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was released on November 11, 2008 and continues to rise on the charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, fearless,  song writer and an inspiration. Yes, I'm a fan. Because of her i decided to have a new label here on my blog. The label is SOMEONE INSPIRING. I'll be posting about people that i find very inspiring. Ok, anyway, Click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.movietome.com/people/532085/taylor-swift/trivia.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;to know more about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SfmI1_ObeoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/uF1LoBUawY4/s1600-h/MTV%2BTRL%2BPresents%2BTaylor%2BSwift%2BCast%2BGet%2BSmart%2BEmmSiQ7kjzsl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SfmI1_ObeoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/uF1LoBUawY4/s320/MTV%2BTRL%2BPresents%2BTaylor%2BSwift%2BCast%2BGet%2BSmart%2BEmmSiQ7kjzsl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330442095056091778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"To me, "FEARLESS" is not the absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, FEARLESS is having fears. FEARLESS is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, FEARLESS is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. FEARLESS is falling madly in love again, getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again... even though every time you've tried before, you've lost. It's FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change. FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can't breathe without them. I think it's FEARLESS to fall for your best friend, even though he's in love with someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they'll never stop doing, I think it's FEARLESS to stop believing them. It's FEARLESS to say "you're NOT sorry", and walk away. I think loving someone despite what peple think is FEARLESS. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS. Letting go is FEARLESS. Then, moving on and being alright... That's FEARLESS too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That's why I write these songs. Because I think love is FEARLESS."&lt;br /&gt; — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1036517.Taylor_Swift" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Taylor Swift"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt;    (&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6148816.Taylor_Swift_Fearless" class="bookTitleRegular"&gt;Taylor Swift-Fearless&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-7857096249058021609?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7857096249058021609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=7857096249058021609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7857096249058021609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7857096249058021609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-inspiring.html' title='fearless'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SfmI1_ObeoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/uF1LoBUawY4/s72-c/MTV%2BTRL%2BPresents%2BTaylor%2BSwift%2BCast%2BGet%2BSmart%2BEmmSiQ7kjzsl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-6155437713350723409</id><published>2009-04-27T17:53:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:08:49.666+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from photographers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>seeker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SfVzUTEQAJI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iTM1CbvgC2k/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SfVzUTEQAJI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iTM1CbvgC2k/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329292526615527570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job hunting officially starts today. I'll go crazy. Goodluck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/syronicca/sets/"&gt;syronicca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-6155437713350723409?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6155437713350723409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=6155437713350723409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6155437713350723409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6155437713350723409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/seeker.html' title='seeker'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SfVzUTEQAJI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iTM1CbvgC2k/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-7499760614525906191</id><published>2009-04-03T19:34:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:01:29.302+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>200503389</title><content type='html'>I am still alive. Though most of the time i wish i were numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here at the computer shop. We still don't have internet connection at home. Oh my, I miss those days. Sleeping late reading blogs, articles, emails, surfing the net non-stop.. As i have mentioned we're experiencing financial crisis. Hays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'll write this without pressing the backspace button and just let my fingers talk. Hehe. Life has been so good and at the same time so bad for me. Good and bad things are happening at the same time. Mixed emotions and sometimes i wanted to shout and stop the time. But i just cant. I think, March is the turning-point of my life. Many life-changing situations happened. Hmm.. The First week of March was good. It was filled of tears of joy. Finally, after the long nights of reviewing, days of worrying, and praying so hard for miracles, me and my classmates passed calculus. Yeah, i admit i am really not good in Math so it became one of the happiest day in my life because finally, officially i am labeled as graduating student..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things happened at school while at home.. at home, Unexpected problems occurred. My brother had a brain tumor. He's ok now. But when I look back. It still saddens me. I will just make the story short. He had a brain tumor. We're on financial crisis. So I am really, we are really thankful to those god-send individuals who helped and are helping us. Thank you so much for the prayers and supports. But you know what? this problem became the way for us to become closer to our savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just graduated last March 25. My mother wasn't able to attend because she had to be with my brother at the hospital. When I was in school i have to act as if every thing's fine.. but honestly nights before my graduation I was a crying lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last days of March are spent at the hospital, but sometimes i was in school to finish my clearance, bonding moment with girlfriends though unfortunately i wasn't able to attend our block's outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason. Seeing little children at the hospital crying, suffering made me asked God, Why? Why these angels? but maybe some questions are really unanswered and you just have to believe on him..to believe that he is preparing something great for each one of us. Just hold on, look at the brighter side of things and you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes now I am officially unemployed. My mom is pestering me since last week i guess. She wants me to start finding a job. I haven't done anything serious about it. I just attended a single job expo and registered myself at jobstreet.com. Goodluck to me. The real world is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alive. Though most of the time i wish i were numb, a part of my heart is still so thankful because i was able to feel, i can feel and i am going to feel different kinds of emotion and with that i am stronger and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to end this entry by sharing this poem of Helen Steiner Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father knows what's best for us,&lt;br /&gt;So why should we complain ...&lt;br /&gt;We always want the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;But He knows there must be rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the sound of laughter&lt;br /&gt;And the merriment of cheer;&lt;br /&gt;But our hearts would lose their tenderness&lt;br /&gt;If we never shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father tests us often&lt;br /&gt;With suffering and with sorrow;&lt;br /&gt;He tests us, not to punish us,&lt;br /&gt;But to help us meet "tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For growing trees are strengthened&lt;br /&gt;When they withstand the storm;&lt;br /&gt;And the sharp cut of the chisel&lt;br /&gt;Gives the marble grace and form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never hurts us needlessly,&lt;br /&gt;And He never wastes our pain;&lt;br /&gt;For every loss He sends to us&lt;br /&gt;Is followed by rich gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we count the blessings&lt;br /&gt;That God has so freely sent;&lt;br /&gt;We will find no cause for murmuring&lt;br /&gt;And no time to lament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Our Father loves His children,&lt;br /&gt;And to Him all things are plain;&lt;br /&gt;So He never sends us "pleasure"&lt;br /&gt;When the "soul's deep need is pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever we are troubled,&lt;br /&gt;And when everything goes wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It is just God working in us&lt;br /&gt;To make "our spirits strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.-- I am student number 200503389. I am missing the college life. Every memories and friendships i made are placed close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Us all. *wink.&lt;br /&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/3165547188545805712-7499760614525906191?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7499760614525906191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=7499760614525906191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7499760614525906191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7499760614525906191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/200503389.html' title='200503389'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-6948439120186401027</id><published>2009-02-27T19:00:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:09:21.620+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Sae6ioIuapI/AAAAAAAAAf8/MbvT1DaP1Dk/s1600-h/1_535018139l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307415789931752082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Sae6ioIuapI/AAAAAAAAAf8/MbvT1DaP1Dk/s400/1_535018139l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Sae6iFrbrRI/AAAAAAAAAf0/JAgs9UYTpms/s1600-h/1_137355968l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307415780682083602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Sae6iFrbrRI/AAAAAAAAAf0/JAgs9UYTpms/s400/1_137355968l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World's Biggest Human Lasallian Star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February 11, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.30 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to find me. Hehe. So happy . I was a part of this world record. Animo!&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/3165547188545805712-6948439120186401027?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6948439120186401027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=6948439120186401027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6948439120186401027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6948439120186401027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/star.html' title='star'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/Sae6ioIuapI/AAAAAAAAAf8/MbvT1DaP1Dk/s72-c/1_535018139l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-5102217877949361983</id><published>2009-02-25T10:19:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:02:40.844+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SaShYXkw7yI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_evoayRNrGs/s1600-h/rainbow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306543700966436642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SaShYXkw7yI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_evoayRNrGs/s320/rainbow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where should I begin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since my last post about whats happening in my life. I decided not to blog to prevent myself from overacting by writing sad words as if its the end of the world. I waited for the storm to calm down. Though its still here, its still raining, at least now Im already smiling and my mind is flooding with positive vibes. This is good, so good. You have no idea how hard life is for me and for my family since 2009 kicked in. Failures, self-blame, self-criticism, financial problems, regrets. Everything hit me unprepared. And now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Smiling.&lt;br /&gt;^___________________^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive proven that I am still the positive-thinker, the one who believes that everything happens for a reason and a day would come where everything as in everything will be alright again. I am healing from those failures. Yes, I was broken and lost. But those experiences gave me lessons that made me strong. . God allows us to make some mess and fail because he loves us. He wants us to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the LAST week of school. LAST week. Our thesis has been approved. Thank God. This week is also our LAST exam week. Please pray for my/our success. I can hear the graduation March sound. Hehe. But nostalgia is cripping over me. For sure i will miss this kind of life. For sure I will miss everyone who has been a part of my college life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeful. I know the rainbow will soon be visible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lets make every moment of what we have now counts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-5102217877949361983?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5102217877949361983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=5102217877949361983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5102217877949361983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5102217877949361983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SaShYXkw7yI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_evoayRNrGs/s72-c/rainbow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-5121145742503555400</id><published>2009-02-02T17:20:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:27:41.912+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's some things that I regret&lt;br /&gt;Some words I wish had gone unsaid&lt;br /&gt;Some starts That had some bitter endings&lt;br /&gt;Been some bad times I've been through&lt;br /&gt;Damage I cannot undo&lt;br /&gt;Some things I wish I could do all all over again,&lt;br /&gt;But it don't really matter Life gets that much harder&lt;br /&gt;It makes you that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Oh, some pages turned, Some bridges burned&lt;br /&gt;But there were, Lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every tear that had to fall from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night&lt;br /&gt;Every change life has thrown me&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for every break in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for every scar&lt;br /&gt;Some pages turned, Some bridges burned,&lt;br /&gt;But there were lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's mistakes that I have made&lt;br /&gt;Some chances I just threw away&lt;br /&gt;Some roads I never should've taken&lt;br /&gt;Been some signs I didn't see&lt;br /&gt;Hearts that I hurt needlessly&lt;br /&gt;Some wounds That I wish I could have one more chance to mend,&lt;br /&gt;But it don't make no difference&lt;br /&gt;The past can't be rewritten&lt;br /&gt;You get the life you're given&lt;br /&gt;Oh, some pages turned, Some bridges burned,&lt;br /&gt;But there were,&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that break you&lt;br /&gt;Are all the things that make you strong&lt;br /&gt;You can't change the past&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's gone&lt;br /&gt;And you just gotta move on&lt;br /&gt;Because it's all,&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Bvmu8v9M6k"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Bvmu8v9M6k&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-5121145742503555400?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5121145742503555400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=5121145742503555400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5121145742503555400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5121145742503555400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons learned'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-3163122627973925441</id><published>2009-01-27T13:15:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:30:57.182+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Me, Myself and I 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sobrang daming nangyari simula nung huli kong post. Hindi ko na ikwekwento pa. Basta hindi kami nagkasundo ni Kapalaran. Sa katunayan, simula pa lamang ng taon ay sari-saring emosyon na ang naramdaman ko at sa mga emosyon na iyon ay laging nangingibabaw ang kalungkutan. Sinusubukan ko pa lang bumangon mula sa paulit-ulit na pagkadapa noong nakaraang taon sabay biglang boom! Anyway, anyway, kasalukuyan na akong nasa proseso nang paghilom, pag-aayos at pagbabalik sa mga bagay-bagay sa dapat nilang kalagyan. Dapat ay maging balanse na ulit ang lahat. Anu nga ba ang nangyari sa akin? Mahirap ipaliwanag kaya huwag mo na lang itanong. Kahit kailan hindi ko kinailangan ang panghuhusga ng sinuman. Sabi nga, may karapatan akong sumemplang na walang magbibilang kung ilang beses na akong sumemplang. Hay sa totoo lang ayoko ng sumemplang. Anyway, anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Essa, ako at ang sarili ko ay may munting proyekto sa taong ito na pinamagatang, ME, MYSELF &amp;amp; I. Bawat buwan ay magpopost ako ng mga bagay-bagay tungkol sa akin, mga nararamdaman ko, mga paniniwala, kawirduhan at kung anu-anung pa basta tungkol sakin. At ito ang entry ko para sa buwan ng Enero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, Myself and I 101&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Minsan kapag nasa jeep. Iniisip ko kung anong ang iniisip nang bawat taong kasabay ko. Iniisip kaya niya ang hirap sa buhay, problema, saya, minamahal, mga kailangan gawin, pangarap, mga pagsisisi o kaya naman baka pareho lang kami ng iniisip.&lt;br /&gt;2. Puting palda at blusa ang uniporme namin nung highschool pero pangarap ko pa din ang magsuot ng uniporme ng mga nars, yung may puting stockings at cap.Gusto ko magpapicture na ganun ang suot ko.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kare-kare with bagoong, Ice-cream, Cake, Sinigang with Gabi, Spagetti with cheese, sunny-side up, half-cook egg, beefsteak, bavarian doughnuts, mashed potato, sisig, coffee, shakes, kalamansi juice at hot chocolate ay ilan sa mga paborito ko at hindi pagsasawaang mga pagkain at inumin.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sa Local Showbiz, idolo ko sina Sarah Geronino, Bianca Gonzalez, Heart at Kc Concepcion.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mahilig ako manood ng mga teleserye at asianovela. Trip ko din manood ng mga reality shows/contests tulad ng pbb, pda, pff, at ai.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ang kurso at magiging trabaho ko ay hindi man lamang sumagi sa isipan ko noon.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sa loob ng 10-15 oras ay kaya kong tumagal sa paggamit ng computer. Bisyo na nga ito. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;8. Umaabot ako ng isang oras sa pagligo. Minsan. Minsan? Minsan.&lt;br /&gt;9. Mahilig ako magbasa at magsulat.&lt;br /&gt;10. Gusto ko matuto ng Photography.&lt;br /&gt;11. Magaling ako magtago ng tunay kong nararamdaman. Masaya kahit malungkot. Ganun.&lt;br /&gt;12. Likas sa akin ang pagiging masayahing tao.&lt;br /&gt;13. Hindi ako marunong magalit. Tampo at inis lang. Kaya kung magagalit man ako sa’yo. Major yun! Lagot ka! Hehehe. Pero hindi nga mangyayari yun dahil hindi ako marunong magalit. Pero malay mo.&lt;br /&gt;14. Naengganyo ako isulat ito sa tagalog dahil sa mga Pinoy Blogs na kamakailan ko lang nadiskubre.&lt;br /&gt;15. Masaya ako sa paglalaan mo nang oras sa pagbisita dito at sa pagbabasa. Maraming Salamat!&lt;br /&gt;16. Pero mas magiging masaya ako kung sasamahan mo ako sa munting proyektong ito at gagawa ka din nang sarili mong listahan buwan-buwan ng mga kung anu-ano basta tungkol sa’yo. ( = &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-3163122627973925441?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3163122627973925441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=3163122627973925441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3163122627973925441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3163122627973925441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-myself-and-i-101.html' title='Me, Myself and I 101'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-1706336160560000417</id><published>2008-12-16T20:21:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:12:29.041+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>i am forever thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my entry for &lt;a href="http://blog.avalon.ph/2008/12/final-contest-win-a-moleskine-weekly-planner-hard-cover/"&gt;avalon.ph&lt;/a&gt; Final Contest! Win a Moleskine Weekly Planner! You could also join by simply answering this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you thankful for this year (2008)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my parents. I am thankful for their unconditional love, understanding and undying support. No matter what happens I am sure that they will always be here for me. Even though I am an unworthy-daughter-to-carry-our-surname, even though I disobey most of the times, even though I am not someone to be proud of I can still feel their love. This year, I’ve realized how lucky I am to have a complete family and loving parents. I always have badnews for them, failures, mistakes, shortcomings, etcetera but you know what, after all, I didn’t receive any hard-hitting words from them. I thought they will shout at me. I thought they will punish and blame me but they did not. And what did I got? I received understanding, compassion,  undertanding, advices... sometimes i do ask myself, what did i do to be so blessed like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my parents. For their sacrifices, for racing us, for teaching us, for providing us everything we need, for their presence, cares, supports, inspirational stories, for being a verygood example , for guidance, patience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime is not enough for me to return all the good things they’ve done for me. My wonderful journey in this life would not be possible without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-1706336160560000417?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1706336160560000417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=1706336160560000417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1706336160560000417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1706336160560000417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-forever-thankful.html' title='i am forever thankful'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-934462072296286891</id><published>2008-12-13T18:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:19:56.129+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I need to love myself a little bit more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week has been very stressful. At home and in school, there’s always something to be stressed about. Honestly I didn’t perform well. I was absent or late. I missed some of our long quizzes and seat works and I wasn’t able to pass my assignments. Super Model student? Agghh what the hell?!! Traffics before and after school does sucks. Also, this week I didn’t have a decent sleep because of overnights, programming and other papers to finish. The only best thing that had happened this week is that we were able to pass the documentation of our thesis on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I am still breathing, doing this blog entry and still wearing a smile on my face. This is good. I can feel that the optimism (in the middle of difficulty) I always had before is finally coming back. Yehey to me ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am organizing files in my computer then I’ll continue reviewing my lessons later. I miss my bed. I miss bloghopping. I miss my friends. I miss myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is our prelim week plus I also need to take those long quizzes I’ve missed. Simbang Gabi starts next week so let’s make sure not to miss it ok? Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sometimes you just cant tell someone how you really feel. Not because you don’t know why, not because you don’t know your purpose, not because you didn’t trust them, but because you can never really find the right words to make them understand”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-934462072296286891?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/934462072296286891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=934462072296286891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/934462072296286891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/934462072296286891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-to-love-myself-little-bit-more.html' title='I need to love myself a little bit more.'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-2453453770380957161</id><published>2008-12-10T06:13:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:19:23.935+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Paano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My computer clock shows that it's 5:14 am.  The morning person in me is alive again. I have so many things to do. Just thinking of those things makes my head ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Paano ka magmamahal ng iba kung mismong sarili mo ay hindi mo magawang mahalin?&lt;br /&gt;Paano ka lalaban kung ang kalaban mo ay ang sarili mo rin?&lt;br /&gt;Paano ka umaasa kung alam mong wala ng pag-asa?&lt;br /&gt;Paano ka nagpapatuloy kung alam mong wala ng patutunguhan?&lt;br /&gt;Paano?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*C# mode*&lt;br /&gt;Hoping this week would end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfectly fine.&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/3165547188545805712-2453453770380957161?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2453453770380957161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=2453453770380957161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/2453453770380957161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/2453453770380957161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/untitled.html' title='Paano'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-3994843797095012698</id><published>2008-12-07T21:31:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:13:11.857+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/STvCl7169YI/AAAAAAAAAdo/1Ss-oB7o4Lk/s1600-h/fireflyers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/STvCl7169YI/AAAAAAAAAdo/1Ss-oB7o4Lk/s400/fireflyers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277025345369470338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me. But it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold onto it. And then it flows through me like rain, and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry. You will someday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines from american beauty&lt;br /&gt;Image from postsecret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The picture, the words in it, and the lines from american beauty tells what i really wanted to write. It's nice to know that I am not alone and other people feels the same way too. The past weeks, i was so emo :( everything was a problem for me but now i've decided to be happy ( :  and take everything as a challenge. There's so much beauty in the world. so much..&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/3165547188545805712-3994843797095012698?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3994843797095012698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=3994843797095012698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3994843797095012698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3994843797095012698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/realization.html' title='realization'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/STvCl7169YI/AAAAAAAAAdo/1Ss-oB7o4Lk/s72-c/fireflyers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-2557402670812235190</id><published>2008-12-04T19:53:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:28:36.077+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>ironies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;July 2008, I created a thread, asking people what are the ironies in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bankereconomist : you can't get everything all at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;                                 people usually deny their negatives and shortcomings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shychic : sometimes you become the person you exactly hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ermonski : your gain, other's loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;we're so happy that my nephew was born a week ako... in exchange... the Lord took my grandmother earlier...we'll miss you lola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;irie : a traffic jam when you're already late~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;        a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;        its meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;        its the good advice that you just didnt take..who would've thought.. it figures~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;makalogic : Build your life, hopes, and dreams for that future family of your own...but choosing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;                    to be alone so you can get there as fast as you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;                    We begin to die...the moment we are conceived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;                    Each second is a second closer to the time of your death, yaiks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;edfaj33 : letting go of someone i used to have tapos saka naman siya sinisimulan iaccept nila mama...like, i've ben hiding him from my family for such a long time tapos after i decided to stop na, saka naman bumait sila mama sa guy, as in they are already showing signs na they are ready to accept the guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;grrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; hehehe,..ala naman probs yung guy eh, sobrang bait nga...but with all this pressures im having right now, ayoko muna ng any attachment...ganun lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;pokerbuff : The girl I want does not want me, the girl I don't want wants me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;h2z33 : he asks you to come back to the philippines so you'll be together (you on the otherhand, is currently in san francisco enjoying life with your family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; ... and it doesnt happen... for some cosmic reason, you just cant be together. sus! to make it worse,.. you are now alone. no family and no significant other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;triniti : im not happy at work.. because they pay me to do no work at all. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;rendaku : My irony is, one cannot identify me by my handwriting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;^pusa^ : the person who shape you on who you are today, is also the same person who will destroy you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;kauriehart : Life doesn't always turn out the way you plan. Life is like a box of chocolate, you'll never what you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;yellowribbon : i used to think that if you finish college, get yourself a good job, have good business apart from that stable job, find a man, earn respect of your peers, life would be perfect. but nooo, life always finds a way to screw things up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;starrynight  : searching for life in the midst of death.  loving someone in a dead-end relationship.  seeing hope in a hopeless situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jill0624 : love changes and cures a person.. but at the same time, it can be a trap.. it can destroy a person who gives her/himself completely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;spoiledangel : i like a guy younger than me but i dont know what he feels. then, another guy younger than me is making his moves but i dont like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;nightwing05 : telling the truth and having no one believe you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;creating the flimsiest excuse and actually have someone accept it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;tsk, tsk, tsk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;feistyvirago : Even with the best laid plans you have set up for yourself, anticipating all the worst case scenarios even so you have a back-up plan (Plan B), someone or something would always happen that is even worse than you have ever anticipated, majorly screwing your plans. So you want to start all over again, but this time, you just don't want to plan anymore. Haaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;damnright : people often don't get what they wanted but they're not getting what they deserve either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;So, whats yours?&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/3165547188545805712-2557402670812235190?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2557402670812235190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=2557402670812235190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/2557402670812235190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/2557402670812235190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/july-2008-i-created-thread-asking.html' title='ironies'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-9212438174061332882</id><published>2008-12-02T22:32:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:36:35.937+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>How do you speak without words?&lt;br /&gt;How do you cry without tears?&lt;br /&gt;What is music without melody?&lt;br /&gt;Is it like love without pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the leaves,&lt;br /&gt;Waits for the fall to wither?&lt;br /&gt;Why does the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes doesn't shine?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people in love say,&lt;br /&gt;They can touch the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Then end up with,&lt;br /&gt;A sad good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;In order to gain?&lt;br /&gt;Why not expect,&lt;br /&gt;When you have all the hopes?&lt;br /&gt;Why is there a struggle in every fight?&lt;br /&gt;And cry yourself to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel a moment,&lt;br /&gt;When it isn't even yours?&lt;br /&gt;How do you smile,&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is aching?&lt;br /&gt;How do you read the writings on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;When it is all between the lines?&lt;br /&gt;Just, how do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: &lt;a href="http://cherlaurel.blogspot.com/2006/08/questions.html#links"&gt;cherlaurel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-9212438174061332882?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9212438174061332882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=9212438174061332882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/9212438174061332882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/9212438174061332882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-6070548994971466955</id><published>2008-12-02T19:36:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:17:36.422+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>one thing about human being that puzzles me the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/STUUJ5kNyEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/9Hsu_Jl-HiI/s1600-h/z30166247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/STUUJ5kNyEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/9Hsu_Jl-HiI/s400/z30166247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275144698838501442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Human beings are funny…they long to be with people they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;refuse &lt;/span&gt;to admit openly. Some are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afraid &lt;/span&gt;to show even the slightest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sign &lt;/span&gt;of affection because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;. Fear that their&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling &lt;/span&gt;may not be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recognized &lt;/span&gt;or, even worse, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;returned&lt;/span&gt;… but one thing about human being that puzzles me the most is their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conscious &lt;/span&gt;effort to be remotely connected with their object of affection, even if it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kills &lt;/span&gt;them slowly within. -Sigmund Freud &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-6070548994971466955?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6070548994971466955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=6070548994971466955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6070548994971466955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6070548994971466955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-thing-about-human-being-that.html' title='one thing about human being that puzzles me the most'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/STUUJ5kNyEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/9Hsu_Jl-HiI/s72-c/z30166247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-6039136741195342260</id><published>2008-11-30T01:55:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:07:36.346+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>advices from bob ong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some of my favorites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalaman kong hindi final exam ang passing rate ng buhay. hindi ito multiple choice, identification, true or false, enumeration or fill-in-the- blanks na sinasagutan kundi essay na isinusulat araw-araw. Huhusgahan ito hindi base sa kung tama o mali ang sagot, kundi base sa kung may kabuluhan ang mga isinulat o wala. Allowed ang erasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Nalaman kong habang lumalaki ka, maraming beses kang madadapa. Bumangon ka man ulit o hindi, magpapatuloy ang buhay, iikot ang mundo, at mauubos ang oras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalaman kong marami palang libreng lecture sa mundo, ikaw ang gagawa ng syllabus. Maraming teacher sa labas ng eskuwelahan, desisyon mo kung kanino ka magpapaturo. Lahat tayo enrolled ngayon sa isang university, maraming subject na mahirap, pero dahil libre, ikaw ang talo kung nag-drop ka. Isa-isa tayong ga-graduate, iba't-ibang paraan. tanging diploma ay ang mga alaala ng kung ano mang tulong o pagmamahal ang iniwan natin sa mundong pinangarap nating baguhin minsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung hindi mo mahal and isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ang sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lungkot o takot ang mahirap sa pag-iisa kundi ang pagtanggap na sa bilyon-bilyong tao sa mundo, wala man lang nakipaglaban upang makasama ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayokong nasasanay sa mga bagay na pwede namang wala sa buhay ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit ka magpaparamdam sa taong hindi marunong makaramdam? Wag kang magpakatanga, sa taong hindi marunong magpahalaga. Matuto kang sumuko at mang-iwan, kung lagi ka namang sinasaktan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imbis na magtanong ka ng "Hindi pa ba sapat?" Bakit hindi mo na lang kalimutan ang lahat? Kung alam mong binabalewala ka na, tanggapin mong nagsasawa na sya. Wag kang magpadala sa salitang "sorry" at "ayokong mawala ka" kung totoo yun, patunayan nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag pinag-aagawan ka, malamang maganda ka o gwapo ka. Tandaan mo: Sumama ka sa mabuti, di sa mabait. Sa marunong, di sa matalino. Higit sa lahat, sa mahal ka, di sa gusto ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano namang mapapala mo sa kakaisip sa nakaraan at sa mga pwede pang mangyari? Wala ka naman cgurong super powers para maibalik ang nakalipas na. Dapat matuto kang pahalagahan ang mga nangyayari sayo sa kasalukuyan. I-enjoy mo lang ang buhay. Wag kang Emo. Hindi ka talaga magiging masaya kung di mo tutulungan ang sarili mo. Natural lang na makaramdam ng lungkot paminsan-minsan pero ang pagiging miserable? Wag kang hibang, choice mo yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paano mo masasabing special ka sa isang tao kung ang bawat ginagawa niya sayo ay ginagawa din niya sa iba? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;habang lumalaki ka, maraming beses kang madadapa. bumangon ka man ulit o hindi, magpapatuloy ang buhay, iikot ang mundo at mauubos ang oras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi porket madalas mong ka-chat, kausap sa phone, kasama sa mga lakad o katext wantusawa e may gusto sayo at makaka tuluyan mo na....may mga tao lang talaga na sadyang friendly,sweet,flirt o paasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero mas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay kesa magtagumpay sa paggawa ng wala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi dahil sa hindi mo naiintindihan ang isang bagay ay kasinungalingan na ito. at hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamitin ang puso para alagaan ang mga taong malalapit sa iyo.Gamitin ang utak para alagaan ang sarili mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pakawalan mo yung mga bagay na nakakasakit sa iyo kahit na pinasasaya ka nito. Wag mong hintayin ang araw na sakit na lang ang nararamdaman mo at iniwan ka na ng kasiyahan mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ang mundo, sa totoong buhay, ay hindi 'yung makulay na murals na nakikita sa mga pre-school. Hindi ito laging may rainbow, araw , ibon, puno at mga bulaklak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana ang pag-ibig ay katulad ng pamasahe sa jeep na kapag buo ang binigay mo, sinusuklian ka pa din kahit papaano..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit kailan walang maling desisyon. Nagiging mali lamang ang isang desisyon kung hindi ito napaninindigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ba malaking pagkakamali ng maraming eskuwelahan na gawing 0 to 10% lang ang 'character' sa computation ng grades, mas mababa sa periodical test (20%), project (30%), at class standing (40%) gayong character ang humuhulma sa tao, pamilya, bansa, mundo, at kasaysayan?&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/3165547188545805712-6039136741195342260?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6039136741195342260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=6039136741195342260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6039136741195342260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6039136741195342260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/advices-from-bob-ong.html' title='advices from bob ong'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-412541879156586540</id><published>2008-11-27T19:56:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:23:16.733+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>sked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SS589CbSF3I/AAAAAAAAAc4/p78qXaeqJyM/s1600-h/essajourneysked.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SS589CbSF3I/AAAAAAAAAc4/p78qXaeqJyM/s400/essajourneysked.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273289601762596722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Never ending seatworks, shortquizzes, longquizzes, assignments, projects, recitations, major exams, thesis, thesis, thesis. Whew. My "24-units-left-to-graduate". Super overload. Super expensive.  Grhh I need financial supports. Anyone? lol. Please do pray for me, for my blockmates, and for all the graduating students around the world...&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/3165547188545805712-412541879156586540?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/412541879156586540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=412541879156586540&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/412541879156586540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/412541879156586540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/sked.html' title='sked'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SS589CbSF3I/AAAAAAAAAc4/p78qXaeqJyM/s72-c/essajourneysked.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-2874169101799168466</id><published>2008-11-26T09:51:00.023+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:36:43.139+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>time flies so fast</title><content type='html'>One thing I hate about myself is that I am a ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastinator&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOT &lt;/span&gt;of things to be done, I know my deadlines, I know what I need to do but I postpone doing it and do unimportant things first. So lazy, so immature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it and I want to stop it. SOON? No! This kind of attitude must be stopped &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You? Do you procrastinate? How much do you procrastinate? Any advice on how to stop procrastinating?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-2874169101799168466?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2874169101799168466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=2874169101799168466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/2874169101799168466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/2874169101799168466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/must-be-stopped.html' title='time flies so fast'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-4122436469992559019</id><published>2008-11-13T19:00:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:01:08.184+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>messed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SRv7CrwqbuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/p1J6dtjPmBI/s1600-h/ps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SRv7CrwqbuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/p1J6dtjPmBI/s400/ps.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268080212665069282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If not because of my mistakes and its consequences I wouldn’t be the person I am now. I wouldn’t have the chance to learn some important life lessons and I will not have the chance to know how it feels to be so messed up and lost. You know what? After all, I am still very thankful and blessed.  I am now starting over and pushing forward. I know this is the best way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.. it is okay to make mistakes. It's an experience.&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/3165547188545805712-4122436469992559019?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4122436469992559019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=4122436469992559019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4122436469992559019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4122436469992559019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/messed-up.html' title='messed up'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SRv7CrwqbuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/p1J6dtjPmBI/s72-c/ps.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-4450277041830551792</id><published>2008-11-04T16:10:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:16:05.703+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>quest?on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SRAGqrFExcI/AAAAAAAAAcA/IXB3clWo2NU/s1600-h/q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SRAGqrFExcI/AAAAAAAAAcA/IXB3clWo2NU/s400/q.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264715294584391106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yeah. I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;losing &lt;/span&gt;my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;complicated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What will happen next?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-4450277041830551792?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4450277041830551792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=4450277041830551792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4450277041830551792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4450277041830551792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/question.html' title='quest?on'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SRAGqrFExcI/AAAAAAAAAcA/IXB3clWo2NU/s72-c/q.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-772003482879733635</id><published>2008-10-30T13:46:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:18:09.451+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="commonbox"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not the type of person who rely and believe so much in horoscopes but i do love checking my friendster horoscope and today it offers a good advice. I think it's right and suits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="flo200"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="ic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.friendster.com/images/horoscopes/taurus_lg.gif" alt="Taurus" title="Taurus" border="0" width="83" height="83" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;Putting all your effort into minimizing risk doesn't always pay off -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;just relax&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;Putting effort into minimizing your risk doesn't always pay off -- sometimes, you just can't avoid it no matter how hard you try. You could be paralyzing yourself by focusing so much on what could go wrong -- because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;a million things could go wrong, and you can't prevent all of them! Instead, you need to start focusing on what could go right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That will help you swing into a healthier, more productive gear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Your subconscious is actively moving into a brighter future, so why don't you follow it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whats your horoscope for today?&lt;br /&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/3165547188545805712-772003482879733635?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/772003482879733635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=772003482879733635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/772003482879733635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/772003482879733635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/horoscope.html' title='horoscope'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-4864535346801168796</id><published>2008-10-28T15:16:00.016+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:56:40.363+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>optimism vs pessimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;warning : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;long post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; at mejo madrama ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt; tsktsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitong mga nakaraang araw hindi ko talaga alam ang dapat kong maramdaman. minsan napaka-positibo ko sa kabila ng lahat pero may mga pagkakataong napaka-negatibo ko. manhid na lang sana ako. walang pakiramdam.  walang lungkot. walang ganitong drama. nakakapagod na eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan negatibo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang hirap. Ang hirap malagay sa ganitong sitwasyon. May mga sandaling hopeful ako pero may mga sandaling feeling ko napaka-loser kong tao, tulad ngayon. Kung tutuusin ako naman ang may kasalanan ng lahat. Ako naman ang may kagagawan. Pero bakit ganito? Bakit hindi ko matanggap? Sobrang nagbago na ba ako? Ang sama ko na ba talaga? Nasan na ang dating ako? Kakayanin ko kaya? Mapapatawad ko pa ba ang sarili ko? Kailan ulit ako lubos na magiging masaya. Ang tanga ko. Ang loser ko. Ang Iyakin ko. Ang pessimist ko. Ang selfish ko. Amp. Sna maglaho na lang ako. ayoko na pagod nako sawa nako. i am wasted. failure sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan naman positibo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya mo yan. pagsubok lang yan. sa bawat pangyayari sating buhay maganda man o pangit ay may aral na mapupulot dyan. alam ko minsan feeling mo hindi mo na kaya. minsan ayaw mo ng ngumiti. madalas nais mo lang mag-isa. pero tingnan mo. may nangyayari ba? magsimula ka na lang muli. kung ano man ang mga pagkakamali mo, tamain mo. Alam ko minsan parang imposible na ang lahat. pero alam mo namang posible pa din diba? may pag-asa pa naman diba. May dahilan kung bakit nangyayari ang lahat. ibalik mo ang dating ikaw o kung hindi mo na kya ibalik. magsimula ka ulit. bagong ikaw, mas matatag, mas madiskarte. mas matapang. At kung pwde lang isaksak mo ito sa kukute mo : &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“There are no mistakes. The events we bring upon ourselves, no matter how unpleasant, are necessary in order to learn what we need to learn; whatever steps we take, they're necessary to reach the places we've chosen to go.”&lt;/span&gt; Madami ka nang napagdaanan. kaya mo yan noh! At isa pa wag mong kalimutang magdasal. kapit lang. kapit lang. ganyan talaga ang buhay yung mga plano mo sa sarili mo minsan hindi magwowork-out. Yan ang thrill, excitement. Ang boring naman kung laging msaya. baka wala ka ng matutunan. paano mo malalaman ang sarap na tagumpay kung hindi mo naman natikman ang pait ng pagdurusa? go on girl.. go on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan kahit papano nalaman mo na kung pano ko kausapin ang sarili ko sa isip. hehe. slightly nakakabaliw na nga eh. pero ganito siguro talaga. kailangan maging ok. hmm..ok..ok.."ok lang", madalas kong sabihin kapag may nagtanong kung kamusta na ko. pero ang totoo. hindi ako ok. nagpapaka-ok lang. kapag sinabi kong hindi ako ok, kailangan ko pa ipaliwanag sa kanila isa-isa. ang problema ko. kailangan ko pa ipaintindi na ganito-ganyan, wag na lang, super stress na ko. intindihin nyo na lang kahit mahirap intindihin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;optimism vs pessimism. mas gusto ko ung optimism siyempre pero minsan sadyang hindi mapigilan na mag-isip nang hindi maganda. sometimes i feel so strong. but sometimes i feel so weak. so lost. so confused. minsan ayoko na lang isipin. ayoko na lang pag-usapan. hay buhay nga naman. ang emo-emo ko na tuloy. pero alam mo may narealize ako. alam ko na'to dati pero iba pala yung impact ng mga aral sa buhay kapag sa'yo na nangyari: ang mga mistakes  ay nais sating iparealize na sa buhay. walang rewind. reset. pause. flashback. hindi mo na mababago ang nakaraan kaya naman ingat ka sa mga desisyon at hakbang mo. pahalagahan ang kasalukuyan. mabuhay sa kasalukuyan.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://artists.letssingit.com/kitchie-nadal-lyrics-pagsubok-lb3hfgx"&gt;Pagsubok&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isip mo'y litong lito&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga panahong nais mong malimot&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba bumabalakid&lt;br /&gt;Ang iyong mundong ginagalawan&lt;br /&gt;Ang buhay ay sadyang ganyan&lt;br /&gt;Sulirani'y di mapigilan&lt;br /&gt;Itanim mo lang sa 'yong pusong&lt;br /&gt;Kaya mo yan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkabigo't alinlangang&lt;br /&gt;Gumugulo sa isipan&lt;br /&gt;Mga pagsubok lamang 'yan&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mong itigil ang laban&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mong isuko....sadyang labanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mong isiping ikaw lamang&lt;br /&gt;Ang may madilim na kapalaran&lt;br /&gt;Ika'y hindi tatalikuran&lt;br /&gt;Ng ating ama na siyang lumikha&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang ikaw ang nagdurusa&lt;br /&gt;At hindi lang ikaw ang lumuluha&lt;br /&gt;Pasakit mo'y may katapusan&lt;br /&gt;Kaya mo 'yan....&lt;br /&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/3165547188545805712-4864535346801168796?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4864535346801168796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=4864535346801168796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4864535346801168796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4864535346801168796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/optimism-vs-pessimism.html' title='optimism vs pessimism'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-587520073002778798</id><published>2008-10-25T00:50:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:29:35.180+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Lead me Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SQH1SwEz51I/AAAAAAAAAb4/XvrF7R3_SFE/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SQH1SwEz51I/AAAAAAAAAb4/XvrF7R3_SFE/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260755542236981074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Lead me Lord, lead me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;And make me face the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Comfort me through all the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; That life may bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;There's no other hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; That I can lean upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Lead me Lord Lead me all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Walk by me, walk by me across&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;The lonely road that I may face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Take my arms and let your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Show me the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Show the way to live inside your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;All my days, all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my light&lt;br /&gt;You're the lamb upon my feet&lt;br /&gt;All the time my Lord&lt;br /&gt;I need You there&lt;br /&gt;You are my light I cannot live alone&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay By Your guiding love&lt;br /&gt;All through my life&lt;br /&gt;Lead me Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Lead me Lord Even though at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I'd rather go alone my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Help me take the right direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Take Your road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Lead me Lord And never leave my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;All my days All my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;You are my light&lt;br /&gt;You're the lamb upon my feet&lt;br /&gt;All the time my Lord&lt;br /&gt;I need You there&lt;br /&gt;You are my light I cannot live alone&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay By Your guiding love&lt;br /&gt;All through my life&lt;br /&gt;Lead me Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image owned by &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/jalmediagift/"&gt;Southpaw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3165547188545805712-587520073002778798?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/587520073002778798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=587520073002778798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/587520073002778798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/587520073002778798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/lead-me-lord.html' title='Lead me Lord'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SQH1SwEz51I/AAAAAAAAAb4/XvrF7R3_SFE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-310538410721126410</id><published>2008-10-22T17:33:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:40:21.849+09:00</updated><title type='text'>write, write and write</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wifelysteps.com/2008/10/22/the-bloghopping-moleskine-giveaway-starts-here/"&gt;WifelySteps.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.avalon.ph/shop/pc/home.asp"&gt;Avalon.Ph&lt;/a&gt; is giving away a Moleskine journal. So I'm trying to push my luck on this to have the notebook. You can also join the contest by answering this question : "What would you write in your Moleskine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would write about my journey.. about my life.. my experiences, my random thoughts,  my dreams, hopes, and desires. I would write about people.. about my friends.. my love ones.. my family. I would write about them because they are inspiring and I learned a LOT from them. With that my moleskine will be filled with wonderful and inspiring stories. I would write my life lessons, my mistakes and challenges that made me strong. I would write my favorite quotes. I would write about my feelings. Happiness, sadness, everything.. I would like to write everything in my Moleskine so when the future comes I could go back to the past just by reading it all over again.&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/3165547188545805712-310538410721126410?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/310538410721126410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=310538410721126410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/310538410721126410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/310538410721126410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/write-write-and-write.html' title='write, write and write'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-5712545917726619386</id><published>2008-10-21T10:51:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:11:18.227+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got this from &lt;a href="http://www.soompi.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=242004&amp;amp;st=20&amp;amp;p=11351656&amp;amp;#entry11351656"&gt;soompi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Sometimes it just takes patience for everything to happen. You won't get respect in just one day, you can't be in love with someone you just met, and you won't be able to forgive yourself in a second. I’ve learned that helping people is good, but helping someone too much won't let them grow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You grow by making mistakes, getting hurt and learning from your regrets. &lt;/span&gt;Thoughts are there to help guide you to your decision. It’s you that has to take that first step into the pathway of happiness. It’s your doing that makes you who you are. Don’t assume; get your fact straight. That is what messes a lot of people up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There’s always the true story and reasoning behind everything&lt;/span&gt;. We are all different, but have one thing in common, we all want happiness. it is like we're all trying to fight for it, trying to get what we want, and it makes us forget the whole reason why we wanted it in the first place. Nobody said life is going to be easy. life is what you make of it. Don’t be selfish. Don’t limit yourself from doing things just because you don't think you can make it through. Remember, time isn't going to wait for you, so. Make the best of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said there that "quotes are inspiration for the uninspired". Well, I think I need more quotes. I need inspiration.&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/3165547188545805712-5712545917726619386?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5712545917726619386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=5712545917726619386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5712545917726619386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5712545917726619386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-6907500432555264232</id><published>2008-10-17T11:45:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:59:15.191+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>best actress</title><content type='html'>I think I could be . . . the best actress;&lt;br /&gt;for making my own life miserable,&lt;br /&gt;for being the cause of their sufferings,&lt;br /&gt;for crying litre of tears&lt;br /&gt;and for acting as if everything's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-6907500432555264232?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6907500432555264232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=6907500432555264232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6907500432555264232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6907500432555264232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-actress.html' title='best actress'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-3887401355529117806</id><published>2008-10-15T10:20:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:18:07.763+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>happy loner</title><content type='html'>I want to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* go to moa; window-shop. buy a book. buy a shirt. eat ice-cream. witness the beautiful sunset or sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*have a new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sing @ the videoke;  sing atleast 20 songs. yes. 20! (maybe on my 20th bday, yey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*go to a library; a library where i could find the books i wanted to read for the past months. read them and make a book review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*watch movie; not a horror-movie. hmm i like a romantic-comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*go to a concert; watch my fave artists perform live! that's cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* go to a church for another one-on-one talk with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*take pictures during all the listed plans above and share it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can call me a loner coz I want to do the above plans ALONE, though it would be fun with family and friends. Hmm I just want to date myself. A loner-trip, you could say. This is for the record. This would be an escape from all the problems @ home and school. Of all the things happening right now, I think I deserve these plans.  This is also for things-i-did-for-the-first-time-list. This is for finding myself once again. And this can surely put a smile on my face ( :&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/3165547188545805712-3887401355529117806?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3887401355529117806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=3887401355529117806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3887401355529117806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3887401355529117806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-loner.html' title='happy loner'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-2790209899724188926</id><published>2008-10-14T12:00:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:20:00.816+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>so true : [</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really don't have the mood to explain what i am feeling right now. So, I tried &lt;a href="http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/"&gt;Colorgenics&lt;/a&gt;  again. Guess what? Somehow, it stated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the me&lt;/span&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels despondent at times and you are no exception. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You are feeling so depressed because it seems that everything that could go wrong has gone wrong and you don't quite know which way to turn.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So like the proverbial ostrich you are trying to bury your head in the sand. But that won't work - you have to face reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time now you have been feeling rather insecure. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You are looking for - and needing - an environment that can offer you roots, stability and a position that will relieve you of excess tension and stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, sooner or later gets that feeling that one has been cut off from reality, cut off from everything that's going on around them. It usually happens when there is a complete lack of understanding and co-operation - be it from friends, family or loved ones. So what can one do about it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Instead of pondering as to what the future may hold, do something different. Make a cup of coffee. Have a shower. Read a book. Watch your favourite soap opera. Because as soon as you become involved in something different, the original disassociated feelings will dissipate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are experiencing considerable stress which is essentially the result of on going rejection and hostility. You are in the unpleasant position where offers of trust, affection and understanding are being withheld and you are being treaded with a degrading lack of consideration. You feel that you are being denied the appreciation that you deserve, which is essential to your well-being and self-esteem, but you have to face up to the situation because as matters stand at this time there is little that you can do about it - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;you feel that you are getting nowhere and the continuous struggle is a lonely one: all difficulties and no encouragement. Whatever you try to say or do is met with continuous hostility and no matter how much you protest you are consistently misunderstood. You need to escape from the situation but you are so perplexed that you cannot find the strength of mind to make the necessary decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in the distant past your trust and belief in your fellow man was misplaced and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;you can now no longer accept anything as it appears to be. You are untrusting and you insist that before you commit yourself to anything, you examine the pro's and con's with critical discrimination.&lt;/span&gt; The situation has now progressed to one where you are apt to disagree yet not make any form of constructive criticism to every suggestion that may be put to you. As a result you are in limbo. There is a saying that goes 'The past does not equal tomorrow'. Think about it - and let go.&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/3165547188545805712-2790209899724188926?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2790209899724188926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=2790209899724188926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/2790209899724188926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/2790209899724188926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-true.html' title='so true : ['/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-6683378830604059870</id><published>2008-10-10T17:07:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:05:00.881+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>Sa friendship daw, walang iwanan, walang sakitan&lt;br /&gt;Pero ang totoo ay kabaligtaran nyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero minsan may mga kaibigang nandyan lagi sa tabi nyo iniintindi kayo pero bulag kayo na makita sila at tanggapin&lt;br /&gt;meron ding kaibigan na sasapok sa'yo minsan kapag alam nilang mali ka para na rin sa kabutihan mo pero sa huli sila pa ang nagiging masama pero hindi ka nila ginigive-up, ikaw lang&lt;br /&gt;may kaibigan ding through downfall at mistakes mo nandyan sa tabi mo para damayan ka kahit anong mangyari&lt;br /&gt;kaibigan na nakikinig sa'yo kapag may problema ka.. umiiyak kapag umiiyak ka.. tumatawa kapag tumatawa ka at ang mga kaibigan na kasama mo sa mga times na masaya ka&lt;br /&gt;- yan ang tunay na kaibigan. Kung naghahanap ka ng ganyan. Nandito ako naghihintay sa'yo. Sana pansinin mo ang friendship na inoofer ko. - written by a friend, &lt;a href="http://zayl.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Glaiza a.k.a. Zayl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/3165547188545805712-6683378830604059870?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6683378830604059870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=6683378830604059870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6683378830604059870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6683378830604059870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/friendship.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-7066805736094762383</id><published>2008-10-06T19:14:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:14:26.693+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>the rope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SOinxWm03gI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wXysZkkLS4c/s1600-h/pc170906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SOinxWm03gI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wXysZkkLS4c/s320/pc170906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253633431651540482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am hanging in this rope too. The time is running out. The rope is breaking. My hands are hurting and there were times that I wanted to let go. I wanted to just open my hands and fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who put myself on this situation. I hate it. So I think I have to love myself more as in MORE!  Now, I dont know what will happen next. I am just preparing myself. No one will catch me I know. And if I fall I will not only hurt myself but also the people hoping for my success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I dont want to sound so negative I just have to let these feelings out. Don't worry, I still have enough hope to pass this. I think I am just afraid that's why negative thoughts are entering my head. Anyway, I'll do my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, can I ask you a favor. Please Pray for me. I need your prayers.&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/3165547188545805712-7066805736094762383?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7066805736094762383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=7066805736094762383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7066805736094762383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7066805736094762383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/rope.html' title='the rope'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SOinxWm03gI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wXysZkkLS4c/s72-c/pc170906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-836972990521608913</id><published>2008-10-05T00:54:00.014+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:26:05.704+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>college lyf survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. School mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- DLSU-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. College course mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- BS in Computer Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Anong year mo na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- 4rth year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Anong color ng uniform mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- green, white + wash day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cnu-cno tropa mo s skul mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Bcs42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fave tambayan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- baba ng dorm, kubos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. San kau palage kumakain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- baba ng dorm, square..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kaninong fave haus kau lge gumagawa pg group proj?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- iba-iba eh. pero sa thesis madalas haws ni glaiza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sino mdalas mong kasama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- girlfriendz [edz.aiza.glaiz.chelle.joyann.f8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sino kasabay mong pumasok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- wala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sino kasabay mong umuwe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- si glaiza ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Fave pntahan pg walang class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- hmm.. kahit san..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ano ang paborito mong subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- anu nga ba?! sa totoo lang mas gusto ko yung mga minor subjects ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. bkit un ang pinili mong skul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- gusto ni mama&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;15. Fave hnihiram ng clasm8 m sau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- notes at powder haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. kabisado mo ba ang skul hymn nio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-  hail hail alma mater hail to de la salle!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. plagi ka bng late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- hahaha what a question,.. always kaya pero nagbabago na'ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. palagi ka bng ngllakwatsa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- hindi. minsan lang. kapag trip lang namin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Ngccutting classes k b?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- wahihi.. minsan lng. ngaung 4rth yr lng yta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. palagi ka bng absent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- wahihi.. ngaung 4rth yr lng din yata. pasaway n ko. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. May crush ka ba s classrum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- uhm.. wla eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. College life crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- hmm.. si bf ko. kapag nalaman nya break na kami. nyahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Ano oras ka umuuwi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- 6,7, or 8!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Best thing in college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- inspiring lessons, people &amp;amp; friends. at mga outside campus activities! ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. last na toh..i-rate mo 1-10 ang college life mo, 1 ang mababa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- 9.. kahit kung anu-ano na nangyari.. super saya naman.. daming natututunan.. daming first time experiences&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ayun, kaya 9!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-836972990521608913?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/836972990521608913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=836972990521608913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/836972990521608913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/836972990521608913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/college-lyf-survey.html' title='college lyf survey'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-8185002230090623939</id><published>2008-10-02T01:21:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:57:10.665+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>mangrove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SOOm7-_5AzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/f8pPaovJL28/s1600-h/IMG_4181+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SOOm7-_5AzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/f8pPaovJL28/s200/IMG_4181+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252225139897598770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SOOm7pym_OI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gbvkm0KAA_8/s1600-h/Emma1156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SOOm7pym_OI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gbvkm0KAA_8/s200/Emma1156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252225134204746978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;09-27-08. BCS42@Calatagan, Batangas. Part of LaSalle's Green4Life Project. A lot of things happened for the first time. Unexpected. Challenging. Tiring. BUT still its a fun-fun. Ayt?! Ayt?!&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/3165547188545805712-8185002230090623939?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8185002230090623939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=8185002230090623939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/8185002230090623939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/8185002230090623939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/mangrove.html' title='mangrove'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SOOm7-_5AzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/f8pPaovJL28/s72-c/IMG_4181+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-1329038561429617373</id><published>2008-09-30T08:03:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:35:58.979+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>by mistakes we learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was a very looooooong day. So many highs, so many lows. And I just wanted to put all these quotes inside my heart and mind. Maybe, You know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing doesn't eat at me the way it used to. I just get ready for the next play, the next game, the next season.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Troy Aikman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Everybody's human-everybody makes mistakes. If you laugh it off and keep going and try to give it your best the next time around, people respect that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oscar Wilde&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In order to succeed you must fail, so that you know what not to do the next time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;                    &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Anthony J. D'Angelo&lt;/b&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“What do you first do when you learn to swim? You make mistakes, do you not? And what happens? You make other mistakes, and when you have made all the mistakes you possibly can without drowning - and some of them many times over - what do you find? That you can swim? Well - life is just the same as learning to swim! Do not be afraid of making mistakes, for there is no other way of learning how to live!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfred Adler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I think we all wish we could erase some dark times in our lives. But all of life's experiences, bad and good, make you who you are. Erasing any of life's experiences would be a great mistake.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luis Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;“There are no mistakes. The events we bring upon ourselves, no matter how unpleasant, are necessary in order to learn what we need to learn; whatever steps we take, they're necessary to reach the places we've chosen to go.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard Bach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“If you have made mistakes, there is always another chance for you. You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call 'failure' is not the falling down, but the staying down.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mary Pickford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;“By ignorance we mistake, and by mistakes we learn”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverb quotes&lt;br /&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/3165547188545805712-1329038561429617373?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1329038561429617373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=1329038561429617373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1329038561429617373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1329038561429617373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/by-mistakes-we-learn.html' title='by mistakes we learn'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-1808890429495737159</id><published>2008-09-23T01:30:00.016+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:22:34.812+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>run away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to run away not because of cowardice or anything but just to have a break. I need it. Badly. I want to run away and go somewhere else. Somewhere peaceful, quiet, and where I could be alone even just for a day.. away from these school works. . I just have to think and digest the roller coaster of emotions that the world brings. I just need to refresh my mind,  take some time to rest and analyze my so called journey- my life. It feels like my mind &amp;amp; heart are not working properly. Hayyyzz.. Tired. Uninspired. Sleepy. Lost. Stressful. Uncertain. Fragile. Feeling wasted. Etc., Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SNfIXxp8tsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uK_qFKX6ZC0/s1600-h/runaway_kid__by_RunWhiteRabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SNfIXxp8tsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uK_qFKX6ZC0/s320/runaway_kid__by_RunWhiteRabbit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248884201515431618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just want to run away and be back soon with clear thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;fixed heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;If only I could.. I will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3165547188545805712-1808890429495737159?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1808890429495737159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=1808890429495737159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1808890429495737159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1808890429495737159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/run-away.html' title='run away'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SNfIXxp8tsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uK_qFKX6ZC0/s72-c/runaway_kid__by_RunWhiteRabbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-7177338803072216870</id><published>2008-09-21T18:00:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:17:21.652+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>The love that I'll never had.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want to share this with you. I got this from a forum. Read it ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SNYR1dTjDvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/nu8UqLyioxg/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SNYR1dTjDvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/nu8UqLyioxg/s320/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248402025844248306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen: Good Afternoon. Try to look at the sky, do you think it’s gonna rain? It so amazing to feel rain, the water that flows into you is unstoppable, sometimes raging so fast or maybe gently pours down. Rain is like love. What is love? Love is a very powerful word. It is an unstoppable emotion that is supposed to be felt by every one of us. When someone is in love, actions are set to do in order to show the love and to bind it into a relationship. See that’s what love can do, but does the same thing happen to all of us? The answer is no, there are some love which are not bound to happy ending. Sad but that’s a fact that becomes a part of the Earth’s rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell to someone that you’re in love with him/ her? It’s too hard, isn’t it? It takes a lot of courage but sometimes the bravery that you have will turn into misery. A thing that can ruin you or mold you to be a better person. Is it fair? I think it is because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;having the courage to love you should also have the courage to suffer too and love without pain is impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can be magic but as we all know magic can sometimes be an illusion. Why can’t it be real? There are certain reasons why can’t we have the love that we are aiming for. Listen to the following phenomena. First, let me ask you, “Who are your celebrity crushes?” have you ever think that a famous celebrity have a feeling for you? Well if you answered a big yes you might be experiencing erotomania a phenomena in which you think a celebrity is falling in love with you and you think that person is your soul mate. Sounds impossible, isn’t it? But it is happening most especially to the teen-agers. Next, who is your best friend? Who are you’re friends? I can tell you who you are by knowing them but I can’t tell if you’ll be falling in love with each other. Respect is what attached person in friendship and it is set to be destroyed by love especially at the end of your story. How about this, is there anyone on your same sex that arouse your interest or maybe a member of your family that you want to build in with? Its more complicated because here people involved thinks about what the people that surrounds them are set to think, it seems like you care a lot about what the society has to say. When we fall in love, it’s the soul that is captured and fighting with it will not be easy. Those alibis are good excuses why can’t you have the love but what if there’s nothing really wrong. What if the reason is just simply the person just don’t like you? That’s the hardest reason possible I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart broken times, the time where in you're saying that you're an idiot falling for the wrong person. There are times that you're all alone, sleeping and waiting to be woke up by him/ her but unfortunately, and no face appeared as you open your eyes the next morning. We usually do certain things in order to erase that person in your mind. One would probably said that finding another love is the best thing others may moved on with their life and do a lot of things and making their selves busy by giving time for their family, studies, career or even social life. But is forgetting someone who put scar on your face that easy? No, some would probably be stuck in that moment, be a hostage of the love and be trapped there, believing, being faithful, and learning to love without anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the best option among the list that I have given a while ago? Actually it depends on the person; whatever the choice is let’s respect it. Whatever it is the love inside will never die, still remaining there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think loving someone without anything in return is a big blessing, its true love, the love that everybody wants but unfortunately ignoring it when its there. The efforts you have would where simply be wasted. It is somewhat like there's a glass that fell on your feet and the blood is already dripping but that person just looks at you, still unconscious, looking but never knew that you did that to get the attention.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'll be doing that until the time that you realized that you became addicted. In your thoughts, in your dreams, that person is always there. He/She is like a leech that sucks blood from you and you can't breathe and you can't see the world without him/her, that person has taken over you and you realized that you need to be fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the time that you realized you lose yourself and the damage has been done for you, that's the time wherein all you think is how to fight the feeling, how to kill it, it is the hardest part in love. Why are you afraid of losing that person when you know that he/she is not aware that you exist? Forgetting someone is not easy, one must solve the problem in order to forget and its not easy that why the next best option is set to come, to avoid, try to let go. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letting go is not to forget, not to think or to ignore. It doesn't have any feelings of sadness, emptiness, hatred, anger, jealousy or regret. It’s not about pride and it’s not dwelling on the past or blocking memories. Most of all it’s not about giving up and being a loser. To let go is to cherish the memories, to be thankful to the memories that made you laugh, cry and grow but to overcome it and moved on. Its learning, experiencing and growing molded together. It’s having a confidence in the future. Letting go is having the courage to accept change and accept there are things that cannot be, and the strength to keep moving. It’s to open a door and to clear a path and set yourself free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realized that the time of departure is already there and as we travel we carry something with us. Everybody would probably agree that its nice to travel with someone who can lighten up our load, but usually its easier to just drop what we've been carrying so we can get to our destination sooner even though there's still no place to land on. Where will we go? Why do we clutch at that baggage even when were desperate to move? Because we still believe that a chance is still there and believing on it, letting go will not be possible instead we walk away to the lovely sunshine that is waiting for us and do the same mistake again, instead of killing it, you already lose control and waking up from this nightmare seems impossible and all you can do is to pray let it be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, a while ago I said that in order to feel love I must be ready to suffer. I feel bad because you, the one who opened my heart was not the one for me but do I have the right to blame you? The answer is no because you didn't asked for it but did you ever realized that you did something to me one day, the day you break my suit of armor by simply taking over me. I'm not the same person I was 2 days ago since that day. Something is different and I can't figure it out and I know I can’t never be that me again. I call your name over and over, like a refrain. I became your hostage; you ate me and leave me like the last piece of cookie in the jar, all alone and broken. I’ve been lickin’ my wounds but the venom seeps deeper and I’m about to break that’s why I need to walk away from you that's why I cried a river and made a bridge that I’m about to pass. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I can pass the bridge without looking back at your side, without regretting that I passed it. The time that I can be on the other side of the bridge, smiling and facing the lovely day that I've should felt before when I was with you. I know that day will come, very soon, very very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that ladies and gentlemen, that’s the love that I’ll never have.&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/3165547188545805712-7177338803072216870?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7177338803072216870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=7177338803072216870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7177338803072216870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7177338803072216870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-that-ill-never-had.html' title='The love that I&apos;ll never had.'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SNYR1dTjDvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/nu8UqLyioxg/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-6899562627341680370</id><published>2008-09-18T23:50:00.016+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:30:09.196+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>blame it on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SO227v-PFqI/AAAAAAAAAao/Z4rHdcuhwBE/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SO227v-PFqI/AAAAAAAAAao/Z4rHdcuhwBE/s400/sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255057477817276066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Some lines from 'Sorry, Blame It On Me'. A song of Akon.&lt;br /&gt;A song that almost states what I want to tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As life goes on I'm starting to learn more and more about responsibility&lt;br /&gt;I realize everything I do is affecting the people around me&lt;br /&gt;So I want to take this time out and apologize for things I have done&lt;br /&gt;And things that have not occurred yet&lt;br /&gt;And the things they don't want to take responsibility for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times I left you home&lt;br /&gt;I was on the road and you were alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times that I had to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the fact that I did not know&lt;br /&gt;That you were sitting home just wishing we&lt;br /&gt;Could go back to when it was just you and me&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times I would neglect&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times I disrespect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the wrong things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the fact that I am not aware&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the things that I did not say&lt;br /&gt;Like how you are the best thing in my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that there are some problems&lt;br /&gt;And I am not too blind to know&lt;br /&gt;All the pain you kept inside you&lt;br /&gt;Even though you might not show&lt;br /&gt;If I can't apologize for being wrong&lt;br /&gt;Then it's just a shame on me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the reason for your pain and you can put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I went and added to your grief&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I grew up way too fast&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would've listened and not be so bad&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry your life turned out this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;You can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;And you can put that blame on me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3165547188545805712-6899562627341680370?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6899562627341680370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=6899562627341680370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6899562627341680370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6899562627341680370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/blame-it-on-me.html' title='blame it on me'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SO227v-PFqI/AAAAAAAAAao/Z4rHdcuhwBE/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-2278813669417039765</id><published>2008-09-17T00:12:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:23:57.772+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>i wish i could go back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_SSOljPRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ALlmpoX5pHM/s1600-h/amkor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_SSOljPRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ALlmpoX5pHM/s320/amkor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246643301504990482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_NaHyiTPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/l22TXC6ni8U/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_NaHyiTPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/l22TXC6ni8U/s320/DSC00501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246637939561221362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_NaN0xKTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PAjVxkd_dW4/s1600-h/DSC01267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_NaN0xKTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PAjVxkd_dW4/s320/DSC01267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246637941181196594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_NNTt35wI/AAAAAAAAAVs/o8jzZqIWse0/s1600-h/DSC01273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_NNTt35wI/AAAAAAAAAVs/o8jzZqIWse0/s320/DSC01273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246637719424591618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why but a part of me really wants to come back to this place. Now it's impossible, but if given the chance i know it would really make me very happy. This place taught me to face the world on my own, to meet people, and do things i never thought i could. If someone will offer me to work there, for sure I will never have a second thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could go back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credits to the owner of the last 3 pics.&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/3165547188545805712-2278813669417039765?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2278813669417039765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=2278813669417039765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/2278813669417039765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/2278813669417039765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know-why-but-part-of-me-really.html' title='i wish i could go back'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_SSOljPRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ALlmpoX5pHM/s72-c/amkor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-3024621478043836809</id><published>2008-09-16T23:23:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:26:24.723+09:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_B148eGjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_JLN_ijEmB4/s1600-h/wi_praying_hands_ckb_1jpg_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_B148eGjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_JLN_ijEmB4/s200/wi_praying_hands_ckb_1jpg_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246625222473161266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Give me the strength to make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant me the faith to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me hope when all hope is gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-3024621478043836809?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3024621478043836809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=3024621478043836809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3024621478043836809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3024621478043836809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/prayer_16.html' title='prayer'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_B148eGjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_JLN_ijEmB4/s72-c/wi_praying_hands_ckb_1jpg_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-598838955508950638</id><published>2008-09-16T23:18:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:10:20.087+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>BCS42</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SNrWnv6T5bI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AMRiQA4h-yQ/s1600-h/bcs42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SNrWnv6T5bI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AMRiQA4h-yQ/s400/bcs42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249744294018016690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maraming salamat sa bawat isa sa inyo. Marami akong nalaman at natutunan sa retreat natin. Malalampasan din natin ang mga pagsubok. Kaya natin ‘to. Kakayanin natin. Basta lahat ng ginagawa natin ialay natin sa kanya. Ayun pala yun eh! Ayos! Gudlak. Manalo, matalo, mahalaga lumaban tayo diba? God Bless Us All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that I am, all that I have&lt;br /&gt;I lay them down before you, oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;All my regrets, all my acclaims&lt;br /&gt;The joy and the pain, I'm making them yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in the past, things yet unseen&lt;br /&gt;Wishes and dreams that are yet to come true&lt;br /&gt;All of my heart, all of my praise&lt;br /&gt;My heart and my hands are lifted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I offer my life to you&lt;br /&gt;Everything I've been through&lt;br /&gt;Use it for your glory&lt;br /&gt;Lord I offer my days to you&lt;br /&gt;Lifting my praise to you&lt;br /&gt;As a pleasing sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Lord I offer you my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we give&lt;br /&gt;That you have not given?&lt;br /&gt;And what do we have&lt;br /&gt;That is not already yours?&lt;br /&gt;All we possess&lt;br /&gt;Are these lives we're living&lt;br /&gt;That's what we give to you, Lord&lt;br /&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/3165547188545805712-598838955508950638?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/598838955508950638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=598838955508950638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/598838955508950638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/598838955508950638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/bcs42_16.html' title='BCS42'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SNrWnv6T5bI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AMRiQA4h-yQ/s72-c/bcs42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-7171583860877391389</id><published>2008-09-16T23:14:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:27:45.927+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>tired and uninspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM-_hG2tnAI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dvua2R6XgdI/s1600-h/angry_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM-_hG2tnAI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dvua2R6XgdI/s200/angry_woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246622666406599682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just noticed that lately... I've been so tired and  uninspired. I am just convincing myself that I am Ok.. that I am optimistic.. that i am happy... that I am strong. But the truth is I am sad.. afraid.. confuse.. and just forcing myself to go on.. ='c Tired and uninspired. I don't know why. Maybe bcoz Thesis is NOT cool. Economics Term-Paper is NOT cool. There are sooooo many things to do but soooooooo little time.. ='c&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/3165547188545805712-7171583860877391389?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7171583860877391389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=7171583860877391389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7171583860877391389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/7171583860877391389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired-and-uninspired_9142.html' title='tired and uninspired'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM-_hG2tnAI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dvua2R6XgdI/s72-c/angry_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-5931146425192068207</id><published>2008-09-16T23:12:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:21:43.915+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>What makes YOU beautiful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For Art Appreciation Subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has its own beauty. Beauty is not determined only by what we see physically but what’s inside our hearts. And what makes me beautiful is life itself. I am beautiful because of people that surrounds me, experiences that I had, challenges that I have overcome and the dream  that keeps me going. I found joy in the simplest of things. I can smile in the middle of the storm. I am understanding. I can see good things in every person. I care for people. I dream. I’m real. I am beautiful because God loves me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have my-weaknesses, my-shortcomings and my-mistakes but all these things doesn't matter because none of us is perfect and I believe that our imperfection makes us beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful in my own way.. You are beautiful in your own way....in our own special ways. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just think happiness is what makes you pretty. Period. Happy people are beautiful. They become like a mirror and they reflect that happiness. If somebody walks into a room and they're drop-dead gorgeous and sexy, it's really fun to look at. But if somebody is giving of their spirit and they make you laugh and feel good, that's a whole other level of beauty. Being happy makes you beautiful."  - Drew Barrymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes YOU beautiful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-5931146425192068207?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5931146425192068207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=5931146425192068207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5931146425192068207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5931146425192068207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-makes-you-beautiful_16.html' title='What makes YOU beautiful?'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-1281964308020567725</id><published>2008-09-16T23:07:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:16:51.493+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Closing Cycle</title><content type='html'>By Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished. Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill. None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancour towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back. Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts - and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else. Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.” &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. &lt;/span&gt;This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important. Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM--bhnfkMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yXfa_oBjWOA/s1600-h/1_333242598l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM--bhnfkMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yXfa_oBjWOA/s200/1_333242598l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246621470999679170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As if this was written for me. I always wonder why people in our lives cant stay forever by our side. I always wonder why we have to meet them, to know them only to part. why do we have to leave? why do they have to leave? ... and then i realized that's life. people come and go. some people came for a reason, some stayed just for a season, but of course there are people in our lives that will be there for a lifetime. Closing cycle is never as in never that easy. I know. I really, really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad that soon i have to end a beautiful chapter of my life again. It makes me sad to think that people I am with right now will have to wave goodbye at me and then move on. Leaving me unsatisfied. Clueless. Lost. Trap. and still wanting more all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been through with so many goodbye-ill-never-forget-you moments in life. Remembering the past and the people who are no longer in my present makes me sad a bit. But knowing that they're still there and one day fate will be so kind to us again makes me happy. Memories of them makes me smile.. They are temporary. But memories... memories are permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure that soon, we have to wave goodbye. we have to close a cycle, to shut the door, to end a chapter because no matter how much we want to hold on, still, we have to let go, face another journey, and meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life, it could be soooo ironic as you expect it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big THANKS to Paulo Coelho.&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/3165547188545805712-1281964308020567725?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1281964308020567725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=1281964308020567725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1281964308020567725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1281964308020567725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/closing-cycle.html' title='Closing Cycle'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM--bhnfkMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yXfa_oBjWOA/s72-c/1_333242598l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-6137658077517070484</id><published>2008-09-16T22:59:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:05:57.693+09:00</updated><title type='text'>not afraid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM-9BfjBFlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Engx14HRSrw/s1600-h/Postsecret-notafraid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM-9BfjBFlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Engx14HRSrw/s200/Postsecret-notafraid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246619924255807058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not. As a matter of fact, I am looking forward for it. I am excited about it. Imagine. All the mysteries will be so clear. All questions will have an answer. As the song goes.. the pain you feel will be a different kind of pain. Hmm.. I am not afraid to die. I’m afraid HOW I am going to die. And now, I am wondering how will I die. Car accident. Shot by a gun. Hit by a knife. Incurable disease. Die old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the scene. A woman was hit by a mini-track. Her scooter at the side of the street. She was lying on the street. Blood on her head. Unconscious.People panicking… I hope she’s okay and still alive now and At that moment, I realized; At any time, we will die. At any time,you will die. Scary isn't it? Every time the thought of dying crosses my mind. I pray to God: Please NOT NOW. I still have lots of things to do. Unknown Mission (as of now) to accomplish. Dreams to make. People to help. People to love. Places to go. Etc. Etc. The list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, we are very much alive. Still alive and kicking. What’s the point of being afraid? As the quote says, People know they will die but still they live. Life, We must make the most of it while we can. It’s a blessing… Have you read Purpose Driven Life Book. It’s the best. Because of that book I learned that no matter how hard your life is, no matter how many big problems you’re facing right now. You must fight. Never as in never, never give Up Or take away your own life Because there’s an afterlife. There’s an eternity. There’s heaven. Yes, I want to be at HOME with HIM. I can’t wait for the day where all my MISSIONS will be accomplished. I can’t wait to hear him say, “I FORGIVE YOU. WELCOME HOME”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-6137658077517070484?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6137658077517070484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=6137658077517070484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6137658077517070484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/6137658077517070484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-not.html' title='not afraid?'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM-9BfjBFlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Engx14HRSrw/s72-c/Postsecret-notafraid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-4645054230611219319</id><published>2008-08-09T12:01:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:13:40.587+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJySZ5e2_qI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IbNFCvGMt7I/s1600-h/1528bdc533b8809a2fddc0067cc4ba2a.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJySZ5e2_qI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IbNFCvGMt7I/s200/1528bdc533b8809a2fddc0067cc4ba2a.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232217840722312866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's hard to accept some facts, I just put this in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll know that reason.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-4645054230611219319?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4645054230611219319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=4645054230611219319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4645054230611219319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4645054230611219319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/reason.html' title='reason'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJySZ5e2_qI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IbNFCvGMt7I/s72-c/1528bdc533b8809a2fddc0067cc4ba2a.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-4990941783997734932</id><published>2008-08-06T17:10:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T02:12:26.284+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>madrama :'c</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May mga katotohanan na sadyang mahirap tanggapin.&lt;br /&gt;Noon, may mga bagay na gustong-gusto kong malaman,&lt;br /&gt;ngayong alam ko na... sana hindi ko na lang nalaman, sana hindi ko na lang inalam.&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/3165547188545805712-4990941783997734932?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4990941783997734932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=4990941783997734932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4990941783997734932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4990941783997734932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ang-drama-ko-hay.html' title='madrama :&apos;c'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-9008748657161589374</id><published>2008-08-05T21:53:00.010+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:21:46.102+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>a very special love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;It's about a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;guy &lt;/span&gt;who has &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;wanted to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;number &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;even at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;expense &lt;/span&gt;of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;people &lt;/span&gt;around him and that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;one person &lt;/span&gt;who &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;loves &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It's about a &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;young girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;whose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;views &lt;/span&gt;about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;are very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;But when she finally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;encounters &lt;/span&gt;the &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harsh realities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realizes &lt;/span&gt;the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;downside &lt;/span&gt;of her being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idealistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It's a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bout &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finding one's self&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accepting the will of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span&gt;being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brave enough to pursue happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJhvUSTnQmI/AAAAAAAAANw/zgTJ13ggidk/s1600-h/A-Very-Special-Love-Publicity-Shoots-5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJhvUSTnQmI/AAAAAAAAANw/zgTJ13ggidk/s320/A-Very-Special-Love-Publicity-Shoots-5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231053361493000802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The movie is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;successful &lt;/span&gt;in making the people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and even more successful in making them &lt;em&gt;so &lt;span&gt;kilig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Whether the viewer is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;single &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heartbroken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;the movie will make him/her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel good&lt;/span&gt;. And please, take note of the lines—they might come in handy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The movie has introduced several out of the box ideas—&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the post-it notes on the boss's cup of coffee&lt;/span&gt;, the now popular "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sun dance&lt;/span&gt;," and of course, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miggy's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super kilig&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; way of winning back the heart of Laida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Read more @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" href="http://averyspeciallove.yehey.com/cast.htm"&gt;yehey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.pep.ph/guide/2338/PEP-REVIEW:-%22A-Very-Special-Love%22-raises-the-kilig-meter-in-cinemas"&gt;pep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://starcinema.multiply.com/photos/album/10/A_Very_Special_Love_-_Press_Conference_Burgoo_QC"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3165547188545805712-9008748657161589374?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9008748657161589374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=9008748657161589374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/9008748657161589374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/9008748657161589374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-someone-like-him-love-someone-like.html' title='a very special love'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJhvUSTnQmI/AAAAAAAAANw/zgTJ13ggidk/s72-c/A-Very-Special-Love-Publicity-Shoots-5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-2376874536633949158</id><published>2008-08-02T19:33:00.015+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:17:53.127+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>cross roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJRBY3LYhzI/AAAAAAAAANA/hNNqneWDGL4/s1600-h/456238bwqllnn9fr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJRBY3LYhzI/AAAAAAAAANA/hNNqneWDGL4/s200/456238bwqllnn9fr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229876962668349234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our path crossed, I met him on this journey but soon we had to part ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if time didn't play a trick on us? what if I'll have a chance to know him more? what if he'll have a chance to know me more? would he like me? would he love me?&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/3165547188545805712-2376874536633949158?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2376874536633949158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=2376874536633949158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/2376874536633949158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/2376874536633949158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/cross-roads.html' title='cross roads'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJRBY3LYhzI/AAAAAAAAANA/hNNqneWDGL4/s72-c/456238bwqllnn9fr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-1449003537010008679</id><published>2008-08-01T19:07:00.013+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:37:10.915+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are making an online store for a bicycle company and they gave us some pictures of bikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJL_0_jci7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/AfJWb1K4sw0/s1600-h/credittotheownerofthepic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJL_0_jci7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/AfJWb1K4sw0/s200/credittotheownerofthepic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229523403208952754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJL_0_jci7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/AfJWb1K4sw0/s1600-h/credittotheownerofthepic.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just remember. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when I was  a kid, riding bicycle was a usual thing to do. Almost everyday, we biked.  I can still remember the day I learned how to bike. I got a wound there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remember. .&lt;br /&gt;my childhood and how presureless and carefree my life before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I just remember. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3165547188545805712-1449003537010008679?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1449003537010008679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=1449003537010008679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1449003537010008679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1449003537010008679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-making-online-store-for-bicycle.html' title='childhood'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJL_0_jci7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/AfJWb1K4sw0/s72-c/credittotheownerofthepic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-4976385379008548995</id><published>2008-07-30T23:03:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:06:00.159+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>senti mode</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alam ko ang dami mong kailangang gawin. Ang dami mong responsibilities at minsan naprepresure ka na. Kaya mo yan, madami ka ng napagdaanan. Kaya mo yan, malalampasan mo din yan. Hindi lang ikaw ang may problema. Hindi lang ikaw ang nahihirapan.&lt;em&gt; Always smile, there's a lot of reasons to be happy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good vibes always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Essa &lt;/span&gt;( :&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-4976385379008548995?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4976385379008548995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=4976385379008548995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4976385379008548995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4976385379008548995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/senti-mode.html' title='senti mode'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-1338965668320384554</id><published>2008-07-30T18:07:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:06:08.358+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>it takes time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJAzKDCflmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kYFBMJqKnw4/s1600-h/2298123490_3f71df7461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 154px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJAzKDCflmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kYFBMJqKnw4/s400/2298123490_3f71df7461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228735415084619362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sana &lt;/span&gt;ganon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kadali &lt;/span&gt;ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takes &lt;/span&gt;time...&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/3165547188545805712-1338965668320384554?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1338965668320384554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=1338965668320384554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1338965668320384554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1338965668320384554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/time.html' title='it takes time'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SJAzKDCflmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kYFBMJqKnw4/s72-c/2298123490_3f71df7461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-5009730895641944026</id><published>2008-07-29T09:29:00.018+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:17:40.464+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From now on, I will not talk to her. She is the reason why I'm still on confusion, I don't know what should I feel. Sadness? Anger? Hate? Pity? Betrayed? Regret? I want to end this mixed-emotion thing. She has no idea how much I want to blame myself for all these things. She has no idea how much I want to transfer all the pain she has into me, if that's the only way to make her feel better.  I want to comfort her. I want to hug her. I want to do that, maybe because she's still  my sister, my only sister. But I just can't, I feel so betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I also have shortcomings. Maybe I am not a very good sister to her. Maybe I wasn't there when she needs me. Maybe the things I did was not enough for her to refuse on the bad things that the world could teach her.. I should have seen this coming. I should have done something to prevent these things from happening. I want to turn back the time and stay on the moments of our laughters and sharings. But it seems so impossible. I'm missing the old her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize a lot of things from this situation. You know me, I'm the kind of person who could still smile even in the middle of a storm. Weakness is there but positivity is also there. I am hoping that sooner or later she would realize how much we love her. That all those advices and the things we do are for her own good. I wish she will soon learn to let go and value the unconditional love of our heaven-sent parents. I am praying for that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I just can't talk to her. Maybe because I know she still doesn't realize her bad deeds. I just can't talk to her because I'm waiting for a sign. I just can't talk to her because I want to hear something from her.. I want to sincerely hear the five-letter word from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then I could trust her again and see that things are coming back on it's proper places again.&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/3165547188545805712-5009730895641944026?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5009730895641944026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=5009730895641944026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5009730895641944026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/5009730895641944026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-now-on-i-will-not-talk-to-her.html' title='sister'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-8849151891694850648</id><published>2008-07-27T23:08:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:45:11.109+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Ano laman ng bag mo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SIyEjbTWyzI/AAAAAAAAALA/cbXQJEGbIZM/s1600-h/bags.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 232px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SIyEjbTWyzI/AAAAAAAAALA/cbXQJEGbIZM/s200/bags.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227699011629534002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano laman ng bag ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanky, powder, cellphone, comb, umbrella, ballpen,&lt;br /&gt;books, notebooks, highlighter, ballpen, candies, i.d.,&lt;br /&gt;yellowpad, rosary, cards, pictures, mirror, coin purse, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate bringing bags na ubod ng liit. Gusto ko kasya lahat ng gamit ko. I don't have a make-up kit or kikay-kit whatsoever. On regular days, I use shoulder-bag or body-bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;What are the things that you always bring with you.&lt;br /&gt;Ano laman ng bag mo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-8849151891694850648?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8849151891694850648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=8849151891694850648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/8849151891694850648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/8849151891694850648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/ano-laman-ng-bag-mo.html' title='Ano laman ng bag mo?'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SIyEjbTWyzI/AAAAAAAAALA/cbXQJEGbIZM/s72-c/bags.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-1167195856615835502</id><published>2008-07-27T16:17:00.013+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:42:26.381+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>inspite and despite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I got these pics and messages &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you think your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, how about him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76K6COUSaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u04kXVENYws/s1600-h/lipatkaki.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169722151901874594" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76K6COUSaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u04kXVENYws/s200/lipatkaki.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you think your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;salary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, how about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76K6SOUScI/AAAAAAAAAHU/29oRg38WpH0/s1600-h/sedekah.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169722156196841922" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76K6SOUScI/AAAAAAAAAHU/29oRg38WpH0/s200/sedekah.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;if you feel ur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;society &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;unfair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to you, how about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76K6iOUSdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QoSTU9fS5G0/s1600-h/orgtuakeje.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169722160491809234" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76K6iOUSdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QoSTU9fS5G0/s200/orgtuakeje.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You think study is a great burden. how about her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76K6iOUSeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GKL29848Tow/s1600-h/menulis.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169722160491809250" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76K6iOUSeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GKL29848Tow/s200/menulis.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you think you don't have many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, ask yourself if you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;one sincere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76O6iOUShI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AnDJG6PUZi0/s1600-h/friend____by_salihguler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169726558538320402" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76O6iOUShI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AnDJG6PUZi0/s200/friend____by_salihguler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;complaining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;about your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;transport &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;system, how about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76LJiOUSfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/U6fNKNeVCRE/s1600-h/jambatantali.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169722418189847026" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76LJiOUSfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/U6fNKNeVCRE/s200/jambatantali.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You said you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;suffer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a lot in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Take a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;again, do you suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; as much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;does?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76QKCOUSiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0cZpjVuYBEU/s1600-h/Jesus_by_ssejllenrad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169727924337920546" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76QKCOUSiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0cZpjVuYBEU/s200/Jesus_by_ssejllenrad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you think you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, look at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76LJyOUSgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/A73UkFaROwA/s1600-h/angkatbayi.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169722422484814338" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76LJyOUSgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/A73UkFaROwA/s200/angkatbayi.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"What is beautiful is not always good, but that which is good is always beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;Being happy is the priority of living. If you wanna be sad, be sad for something that really WORTH it !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-1167195856615835502?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1167195856615835502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=1167195856615835502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1167195856615835502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1167195856615835502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-these-pics-and-messages-somewhere.html' title='inspite and despite'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R76K6COUSaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/u04kXVENYws/s72-c/lipatkaki.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-4465231911084579775</id><published>2008-07-26T20:57:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:18:15.169+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>When love ends..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SIsaTGFS2lI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nDMLVME_ePA/s1600-h/_my_red__by_introvertevent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SIsaTGFS2lI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nDMLVME_ePA/s200/_my_red__by_introvertevent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227300707846249042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How long should you hold on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How soon should u let go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How do u move on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Kung nakaya ko, kaya mo rin. Naalala mo noong ako nandiyan? O, eh hindi ba’t ikaw pa nagsabi sa akin na baka kaya tayo iniiwan ng taong mahal natin, kasi baka merong bagong darating na mas okay, na mas mamahalin tayo, yung taong hindi tayo sasaktan at paasahin, yung nagiisang tao na magtatama ng mali sa buhay natin, ng lahat ng mali sa buhay mo…” - one more chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After watching One More Chance, I've learned that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"It's not Destiny that determines Love it is Choice. Relationship last long not because they're destined to last long. Relationships last long because two brave people made a choice - to keep it, to fight for, and to work for it. While other relationships fail not because they're destined to fail. They failed because one of the two, or both made the choice - to set each other free.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-4465231911084579775?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4465231911084579775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=4465231911084579775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4465231911084579775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/4465231911084579775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/kung-nakaya-ko-kaya-mo-rin.html' title='When love ends..'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SIsaTGFS2lI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nDMLVME_ePA/s72-c/_my_red__by_introvertevent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-7517864126775978769</id><published>2008-07-17T19:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:59:22.360+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>roller-coaster</title><content type='html'>roller-coaster...&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster..&lt;br /&gt;it feels like a roller-coaster ride..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster...&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster..&lt;br /&gt;i think it will never stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster...&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster..&lt;br /&gt;jesus be my companion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster...&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster..&lt;br /&gt;happy, sad, smile, frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster...&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster..&lt;br /&gt;I have so many questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster...&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster..&lt;br /&gt;Life is a roller-coaster ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I am use to it.&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster...&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for it to stop even just for a while..&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster...&lt;br /&gt;roller-coaster..&lt;div 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title='roller-coaster'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-199013502709001300</id><published>2008-07-17T19:05:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:02:48.922+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>i'm not in love</title><content type='html'>I am in love with the idea of him.&lt;br /&gt;so, I'm not in Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love in the idea of being in love.&lt;br /&gt;so, I'm not in Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT in Love...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-199013502709001300?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/199013502709001300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=199013502709001300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/199013502709001300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/199013502709001300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-in-love.html' title='i&apos;m not in love'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-8059335612467482595</id><published>2008-05-09T20:21:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:21:07.436+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>signus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;31-May-2008-FIREWORKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May is my birth month. A single day of May must be spent at Antipolo church. This year, May 31 was the day. I do this every year to give thanks, honour, praise… Believe me, The lets-pray-to-antipolo-church thing is the reason why I am still alive and this time, I was with my sister. We prayed, we ate, we photographed some moments.&lt;br /&gt;That day, a certain event was also held and we were lucky to see a firework display. I was so happy. Fireworks. Different lights. Different Colours. Different effects. Signalling a start of something new and something inevitable and that’s how I ended the month of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;2-June-2008-ICE-CREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is the last day of my internship. I was not ready. I never thought that it would be hard to say goodbye to my daily routine. For example, waking up 3 o’clock am after going home 10 o’clock pm. The cold breeze of mornings. The shuttle rides. And the smiling faces of new friends that I haven’t got the chance to know more. On our lunch, I gave them an Ice Cream.. Signalling the coldness I would feel because of missing the place, people, experiences.. but don’t get me wrong I am happy because finally the 240-hour requirement was done. Sobra pa nga. So this is how it feels…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;3-June-2008-REPORTS-AND-DEATHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Remembering everything since the first day is the hardest thing to do. Imagine. I am alone when I entered the company to apply. The exams.. embarrassment.. rejections.. worries.. falling apart.. standing up.. meeting new people… learning’s… etc. dami kong pinagdaanan don and it was all unforgettable. Until now, It’s still so surreal to think that I made it! Reporting everything is like missing everything…&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of missing, I heard that the brother of the priest in our church died. Condolences po. The priest said, “ Iba pala kapag sa’yo na nangyari. Noon, ang dali-dali magbigay ng payo sa iba.. pero iba pala kapag sa'yo na nangyari.. kapag ikaw na ang nawalan…” Hay,  Life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;4-June-2008-JEEPNEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submitted all the practicum requirements. It was cool to be back at school. It feels as if a year had passed but it was only a month. The jeepney ride seems to be a different ride…Signalling that the roller coaster ride of emotions is not yet over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;5-June-2008-VIBRATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My enrolment day. One subject where all my block mates was enrolled has an empty slot. I hate that but I have no choice but to choose a different schedule. I also saw some first year students having a tour in the university. Lucky freshies they have a long way to go. Me? I only have 2 semesters to cherish everything about being a student. Yays! I’m sure It’s not going to be that easy but positive vibes is the only vibration available here. We could do the impossible. I know, we could…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;6-June-2008-COFFEE-AND-CUPCAKES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee + Cupcake = Perfect Breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Everytime I drink my coffee, I remember someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;7-8-June-2008-SWEET-MESSAGES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so nice to receive text messages from old and new friends.&lt;br /&gt;An old friend texted me saying, “Gud evening, musta?”. It’s been three years and my high school friend is still keeping in touch, willing to share a part of her life and somehow we still click!&lt;br /&gt;It’s also a blessing to have friends that you can text every time you have something in mind even though it’s just a simple thought from your everyday happenings. Yung mga super babaw lang na idea.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?, it’s even nicer to receive text messages from new friends na more than 2 weeks mo lang nakasama but they still remember you, text you, miscall, Pwede na din. Hehe. Even though you have different networks!&lt;br /&gt;One last, It’s super nice to receive an unexpected comment from a super girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, every time a friend texts you or leave your phone a miscall. Be happy that he or she remembers you. Ui, naalala ka nya! Truly, distance is not a hindrance when it comes to friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;9-June-2008-AIR-SUPPLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I’ve downloaded a LOT of air supply’s songs.  I love their songs!&lt;br /&gt;If you have a the budget to go to their concert unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;Go to this link : http://210.1.130.73/2006/detail.php?eid=779&amp;amp;res=Y&amp;amp;w=col&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojt mode is over. Enrolment mode will be done soon. Thesis mode is going to start again.&lt;br /&gt;I must prepare my self.. I guess, i'll be needing a lot of air-supply this school year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-8059335612467482595?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8059335612467482595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=8059335612467482595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/8059335612467482595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/8059335612467482595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/signus.html' title='signus'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-2413063264759879592</id><published>2008-04-28T03:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:13:47.860+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfix'/><title type='text'>April loves Black Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto" style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://nowornever.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SA94VAoKCEMAACI8fYI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.nowornever.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SA94VAoKCEMAACI8fYI1/Of.png?et=3vehlEoNHR985uljs1mdgQ&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have you read cbu?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If not, and you are you looking for a fanfic, I would definitely recommend Solangel's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Conversations Between Us&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Actually, I didn't know that cbu is existing until it became the Soompi's 2007 Fanfic of the Year Winner. Yes, it is! no wonder, no doubt!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;These past days I just can't end my day without reading it. I just love her writing style, the twists, surprises..it's a must-read! I never thought that reading a gang-related fic + the romance of course would be so fun and exciting. That's why, I now enjoy watching k-dramas with a gang or fightings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to spoil the story. So, just prepare yourself to experience different kinds of emotion. Admittedly, I cried while reading it. I cried. I laughed. I smiled. I even fall in love! The feeling is that as if I am the main character, as if I can still feel her pain, sadness, happiness...as if I also want to turn back the time. I still can't explain the feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.nowornever.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SA@BUgoKCEMAAFC8FjE1/Coffee.png?et=CjCfT3BNAoOC6A62W28FBQ&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.nowornever.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SA@BZQoKCEMAAFFYG4Y1/Hands.png?et=TJCTH6tjv14bzRMm18pfRg&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.nowornever.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SA@BewoKCEMAAFVLLns1/LoveT.png?et=HbaQoZdSt5eGQTkL3DHhqg&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;April &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;loves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;lack Coffee, Fore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The 366 pages is worth-reading...Believe me!&lt;br /&gt;Go Go Go, Here are the links:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.soompi.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=79870"&gt;cbulink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://z11.invisionfree.com/shoebox/index.php?showtopic=7"&gt;docversionlink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/3165547188545805712-2413063264759879592?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2413063264759879592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=2413063264759879592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/2413063264759879592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/2413063264759879592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/april-loves-black-coffee.html' title='April loves Black Coffee'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-1951113262592426755</id><published>2008-04-01T17:26:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:20:00.444+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Rollercoaster of emotions</title><content type='html'>One moment I’m happy then one moment I’m sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did they let me expect something from them?&lt;br /&gt;Why they didn't tell me from the very start that I should be ready for fucking rejection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that it’s hard to be optimistic when everything doesn’t turn out the way it should be… or the way you hoped it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to smile.&lt;br /&gt;It’s even hard to breath.&lt;br /&gt;I want to forget everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;Call me emo.&lt;br /&gt;Call me weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents keep telling me that it’s all part of God’s plan.&lt;br /&gt;That something’s are meant to be while something’s are not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Some people can get what they want easily while some must accomplished it the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;That I will soon find my place, that this is just a test from God for me to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d read so many inspirational stuffs and quotes but why when I’m in the middle of problems everything doesn’t make any sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this, my eyes are still hurting because of crying.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is still aching because of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Before I thought that I am already immune to pain.&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be numb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break from this roller coaster of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;Call me emotional, call me weak.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me some hope.&lt;br /&gt;If this is a way for me to pay all the sins I've done. Go on.&lt;br /&gt;I just want all these to end &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happily&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165547188545805712-1951113262592426755?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1951113262592426755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=1951113262592426755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1951113262592426755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/1951113262592426755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/rollercoaster-of-emotions.html' title='Rollercoaster of emotions'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165547188545805712.post-3578573164666539270</id><published>2008-03-08T14:50:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:37:40.998+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>big as in BIG love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MATERE%7E1.ROS/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MATERE%7E1.ROS/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My Big Love Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pastry chef Macky (Sam Milby) has struggled with his weight for most of his life. It’s not easy being fat, especially when you’re in love with a young socialite columnist named Niña (Kristine Hermosa). He has been her constant secret admirer, surprising Niña every time with cakes and flowers. Everything is going well until Niña meets Macky, who gets the shock of her life when she sees Macky in his 300-pound glory. Then comes Aira (Toni Gonzaga), the ever-vibrant fitness instructor who knows how to motivate her clients well. Being the breadwinner of the family, she has to double her effort to meet their daily needs. After a number of failed attempts, Macky finally agrees to be her client. In the process of losing weight, the two gained love and affection for each other.Aira then agrees to accept an offer to work abroad, separating the two. Two years pass and the Macky who was once laughed at is now one of the most sought-after bachelors in town. Unfortunately, his heart is now owned by her ultimate fantasy - Niña. But an untimely encounter with Aira reminds Macky of his happy old days. Macky now has to choose who really is his big love – is it the woman he dreamt of all his life or is it the woman who loved him unconditionally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fangirl inside me is again starting to come out.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the film with girlfriends:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;edz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;aiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;f8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;glaiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ganda,ganda,ganda 100000x ng big love!&lt;br /&gt;I am recommending you to watch the movie! Gogogogo...&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, the last movie i watched in cinema was 'you got me'.wala na yata akong alam panuorin sa sine kundi movie ng samtin.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko nga kung ako si Destiny, ichuchupi ko si toot sa buhay ni toni at si tootno.2 sa buhay ni sam.haha.kung ako lang ang masusunod.&lt;br /&gt;Iba talaga yung 'kilig factor' kapag silang dalawa!&lt;br /&gt;aYun..daming lessons learned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;STEP1: GOAL SETTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;STEP2: START TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;STEP3: NO SHORT-CUTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;STEP4: BE MOTIVATED AND INSPIRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;STEP5: BE HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R9jWZJVnWpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/P1dFExGoFxo/s1600/samtinpep08.jpg" alt="[samtinpep08.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;If Ever You're In My Arms Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all came so easy,&lt;br /&gt;All the loving you gave me&lt;br /&gt;The feelings we shared,&lt;br /&gt;And I still can remember&lt;br /&gt;How your touch was so tender,&lt;br /&gt;It told me you cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had a once in a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I just couldn't see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;until it was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second once in a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;May be too much to ask&lt;br /&gt;But I swear from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in my arms again&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll love you much better&lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in my arms again&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;This time will never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm seeing clearly&lt;br /&gt;How I still need you near me&lt;br /&gt;I still love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something between us&lt;br /&gt;That won't ever leave us&lt;br /&gt;There's no letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had a once in a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I just didn't know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Till my life fell apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A second once in a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isn't too much to ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause I swear from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We got The best of romances,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deserve second chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll get to you somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause I promise now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/3165547188545805712-3578573164666539270?l=essajourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3578573164666539270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165547188545805712&amp;postID=3578573164666539270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3578573164666539270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165547188545805712/posts/default/3578573164666539270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essajourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-as-in-big-love.html' title='big as in BIG love!'/><author><name>essa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06930917473641068123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/SM_FZqHbUrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9qkYj2-mZAI/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzRUYw_LpTE/R9jWZJVnWpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/P1dFExGoFxo/s72-c/samtinpep08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
