<?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-307121954019729128</id><updated>2012-01-02T01:41:02.029-08:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='first entry'/><category term='superhero'/><category term='poem'/><category term='corruption'/><category term='bes'/><category term='Votes'/><category term='bestfriend'/><title type='text'>Ervin's thoughts.</title><subtitle type='html'>no man can fully satisfy what other people's wants and needs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-4033642352699323139</id><published>2011-12-12T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:28:09.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TraPo</title><content type='html'>It's about time for me to post this entry. I haven't been active in a while but I make sure my post is something juicy. SO, here it goes. &lt;strong&gt;TraPo&lt;/strong&gt; is an abbreviation for "&lt;em&gt;Traditional Politician&lt;/em&gt;" here in the Philippines.&lt;strong&gt; Trapo&lt;/strong&gt; refers also to a Rag, a piece of cloth that is used to wipe off any furniture or even the floor. Why did I use &lt;strong&gt;TraPo&lt;/strong&gt; as my title? simply because, I noticed that not only in the Philippine government this &lt;strong&gt;TraPo&lt;/strong&gt; exist. Even in student organization body or a private firm. Still don't get the point? Browse down for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there was this Facebook group for our college. I saw someone post as if he (YES, he is&amp;nbsp;a male person)&amp;nbsp;is concern about the welfare of students. Here was his post at the mentioned Facebook group:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Fellow Lasallians and CEAT students! Are you ready for the upcoming Prelim Exam? Study hard and enjoy the upcoming Christmas break! 5 days to go, it's party time! :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the person posted the message is not part of the current student council. Maybe he's concern, maybe he has another intention. To be honest, I am really intrigued by his post. Now that the upcoming campaign and&amp;nbsp;elections for our university's student council is getting closer and closer. That person is an example of TraPo.. Posting something to make himself known to the community. Why did I say so? I think profoundly than others. I might have given malice to the post, but that is how I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the right time for me to say: Vote the deserving person. Not those who says, they did something (but they didn't). We are all college students and has the ability and freedom&amp;nbsp;to choose, but choose CORRECTLY. In the end, it will be us who will benefit from the correct decision we make, or suffer if we didn't make the right decision or haven't decided at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For queries/disclaimers contact me through the email&amp;nbsp;provided on my profile page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-4033642352699323139?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/4033642352699323139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=4033642352699323139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/4033642352699323139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/4033642352699323139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2011/12/trapo.html' title='TraPo'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-2726741598566925981</id><published>2011-10-16T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T13:11:49.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Heartache's gone, New Love blooms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Old heartache passes, new love is trying to enter. It had been a long time since I was in a relationship. For the past two years, the feelings that I am having for the opposite sex were shallow enough for me to fall out of love easily. So here comes another woman entering my life and now. I think I am ready to fall in love again. This feelings that I am having for her is not the same as to what I had in the past two years of being single and past encounters with the opposite sex.&amp;nbsp;My heart is ready, my mind says I'm ready to fall in love again. I am trying to conquer my fears one-by-one for me to be able to set on a journey of love I once had in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting one of my entry entitled: Chocolate Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You might have not noticed... Or perhaps you already did... Every time I am at a particular place and you are there, I just cannot take my eyes watching your gentle yet fragile movement of yours.. I know it sounds weird but that's just the way it goes.. Every time we are having a conversation, I just can't help myself but to blush and fall for you harder.. I am outspoken with my feelings to you towards others yet you yourself I can't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here I am now, risking myself trying to be as outspoken as I can..&lt;br /&gt;I adore you so much that, all the gestures I did and tried to do was because I like, love ,adore you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never felt anything like this to anyone but YOU... ONLY YOU.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am falling for you...&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/307121954019729128-2726741598566925981?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/2726741598566925981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=2726741598566925981' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/2726741598566925981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/2726741598566925981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2011/10/old-heartaches-gone-new-love-blooms.html' title='Old Heartache&apos;s gone, New Love blooms.'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-7434428584979718659</id><published>2011-06-27T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:07:16.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corruption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Votes'/><title type='text'>Where did our votes went?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disclaimer by the author:&lt;br /&gt;The following post is purely the author's personal opinion and some statements in this post came from reliable sources. For violent reactions and clarification of statement kindly contact the author through email at galaxyervin@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we stop corruption in our society if we students do this? They say: Students/Children are the hopes of tomorrow. This is real of course, the con of this statement is that if the children of tomorrow knows how to do corrupt they will end up corrupt until they die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's the reason I have written this entry? Simple. In our university, I heard through some reliable sources that the university council and even the collegiate&amp;nbsp; council election was barred due to alleged stratagem of the winning party. I won't go to the details of what exactly had happened due to the fact that my sources didn't specify the details also. All I knew (from my reliable sources) that the petition of the loosing party was thrashed by the Student COMELEC of the university (Commission on Elections for all of you people who don't know the meaning). So the loosing party went to the Magistrate of the university and reversed the decision of the Student COMELEC. After hearing the news, it raised my eyebrow. The magistrate supposedly put the loosing party into power removing the elected personalities of the other party in just a matter of days. WITHOUT CONDUCTING PROPER INVESTIGATION AND EVALUATION and PUBLIC(Students/university) KNOWLEDGE of what had happened. Who will not raise their eyebrow/s if they hear this kind of news?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my assessment, this is another case of corruption in the system. In my interview to some random people and also to some of my friends, they voted for the winning party and they can't believe what had happened and how fast the processing of the decision went. So I'll tell you, I voted for the winning party because I was able to see their capabilities in collegiate and university-wide scale. The candidates of the loosing party were young and not even involved in collegiate organizations. Based from my experience from the other year's election (this is on the collegiate level only) the elected student leaders were inexperienced and are far behind that what I expected of them. I was disappointed in their performance during their entire reign in the collegiate council. Ordinary students won't be able to feel their in-capabilities and inconsistencies but only those people who voted them by heart and have put a basis on what a good and consistent performance was. I am not saying its purely me. Trust me, there were lots of them who got disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Corruption might be a strong word but this is the only word I can put to those series of events that took place with regards to the election of the collegiate council and university council student-leaders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-7434428584979718659?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/7434428584979718659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/7434428584979718659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2011/06/where-did-our-votes-went.html' title='Where did our votes went?'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-7270753038029256050</id><published>2011-03-14T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T03:52:50.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let this be a lesson to everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Earlier this day, I have recieved various text messages claiming that there will be a rain with nuclear radaiation and various ways to remove/prevent radiation if ever a skin contact occurs. As we all know this radiation was caused by an explosion of one of the cooling towers of a nuclear powerplant in Japan, the one that is near the earthquake zone. As I follow the progress of the earthquake and tsunami aftermath and all the events that are happening ing Japan right now,&amp;nbsp;I can safely say that&amp;nbsp;I am up-to-date to the recent events that happened and are still happening right now.&amp;nbsp;I was irritated to those people who sends wrong information (the one that I recieved through text earlier this day).&amp;nbsp;That is why no matter what were the messages that were sent earlier didn't affect me. I pity those people who spreads wrong information to our fellow countrymen, why? Because spreading wrong information may cause panic and unecessary actions that may be regreted by everyone. I think we people&amp;nbsp;should be more interested in knowing the "REAL" information and not believing easily&amp;nbsp;on messages that were sent through SMS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are lots of ways to know/gather current event informations: Television, Internet and Newspapers. What is the use of all of these technology if not used in right way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-7270753038029256050?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/7270753038029256050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=7270753038029256050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/7270753038029256050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/7270753038029256050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-this-be-lesson-to-everyone.html' title='Let this be a lesson to everyone.'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-2366047636755793224</id><published>2011-01-16T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T07:53:55.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Random Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To start off, I can't think of a right title. I don't know why. I usually pop a quotation of a famous person or even a lyrics to a love song then there's a title. I blogged this time just to express my feelings for one and only person. and that person knows who is she. Or so I thought so. I have been in this kind of feeling towards her but I haven't admitted to her directly, personally and truthfully. I am being bombarded blindly by all of these emotions that is running through my totality: Heart, Mind, Body and Soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every plan of mine to confront her about my feelings are being foiled by something I can't explain fully. There are also some realizations that keeps me holding back from confronting her about my feelings. I am really really determined yet there is a problem, where do I start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-2366047636755793224?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/2366047636755793224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=2366047636755793224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/2366047636755793224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/2366047636755793224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-random-thing.html' title='It&apos;s A Random Thing'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-4637812363559854290</id><published>2010-12-12T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T01:27:28.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Season of Perpetual Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So Christmas is very very near. I can't imagine such fast days. Yesterday felt like I was counting down from 100 days and now I didn't even realize it's only 13 days to go. I am not prepared for the holidays, why? I will be working and earning money for myself this holiday. :) It's an annual thing for me to have a job during Christmas vacation. If you're going to ask what will be my job, I help out my aunt in her fireworks stall somewhere in Tagaytay. I have been doing this for the past ten years or so. I kinda lost track of it already. Back to the holiday season, as I said earlier, I am not prepared. I don't know the real essence of the holiday. All I know that this season is the story of how Mary and Joseph struggled to find a birthplace for Jesus, then comes the three kings that was lead by a star to find the new born Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During this season also we commonly find wishlists, it may come in material things and non-material things. I've done some wishlist in the past so for this year, I'll probably do two items on my wishlist, a new pair of sneakers and a complete family for Christmas. Why just this two? I really cannot explain it well. With the sneakers, I just wanted a new one. For the second item, I am not used to an incomplete family during this season. My dad is in Qatar to work. I just miss him during this time. We were used to have everyone on the dinner table for Noche Buena before my dad left for Qatar few years back. The last time we were complete during Christmas was 4 years ago when my dad first came back to have a vacation from work. That time I was very very happy for we are complete. Not just the material things he bought for us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I seem not to wish for more material things because those material things may get worn out, get lost, go old and any other physical and chemical transformation may occur to them. I am contented during these times with my family, loved ones, relatives and some friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So am I contented? Is it worth? Have you realized the real essence of the holiday? These questions oftentimes come after me during this season. I am yet to discover and answer all these questions. I am trying to find out everything in my power. Every year I try to discover, and every year I learn more important things during this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-4637812363559854290?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/4637812363559854290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=4637812363559854290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/4637812363559854290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/4637812363559854290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2010/12/season-of-perpetual-hope.html' title='The Season of Perpetual Hope'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-905715679298416743</id><published>2010-11-15T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:47:15.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in love with you since the day I knew you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I am in love with you. From the start I got to know you. I think you know it by now." We were in a party in a particular place I could not recognize. I was too shy to talk to you in that scenario. It was four months since I last saw you. Four long months since I last talked to you. You were with your usual circle of friends which is not so new to me.  You approached me in in an unusual manner looking at me as if you got a very deep burden inside you. I gathered up my strength and asked you: "what's wrong?" before you could even approach me. You were walking slow, something I was not used to seeing you. You answered me back and said: "I need you!" In my amazement, I was stunned momentarily. I muttered: how do you need me? Tears suddenly fell off from your eyes. I was confused. I don't know what's happening. My heartbeat rate went faster. You responded in a tone so low, suddenly all I am hearing from that place was your voice. Then tears came down rushing towards my cheeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"I was all alone in my home, after I took a bath I headed out the bathroom. Someone &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;knocked &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; me unconscious the next thing I knew I was lying in a hospital bed. There's&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;police officer and the doctor. The police officer said I was lucky I wasn't killed and &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the only motive was me. I was abused E. and now I am four months pregnant. I don't &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;know what to do."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the time she finished telling me what happened she grabbed my arm and tried to pull me on the dance floor. Even though I could not recognize the place, I am certain that there's a dance floor in it. Instead of having me pulled to the dance floor, I pulled her towards me and I hugged her and whispered: "I will take care of you, and I will never ever leave you out of my sight again. I love you from the start I was able to know you. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up, realized it was all a dream. Yet, I felt the tear in my cheek as I slowly opened my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-905715679298416743?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/905715679298416743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=905715679298416743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/905715679298416743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/905715679298416743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-you-know-it-by-now.html' title='I am in love with you since the day I knew you..'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-8276583308834660151</id><published>2010-10-07T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T01:32:53.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what is love?&lt;br /&gt;I have asked that myself so many times..&lt;br /&gt;A friend asked me once, "Have you found your true love?"&lt;br /&gt;I just answered "I just saw my girl in the green scarf" in perplex manner.. I just can't get a hang with a particular movie that's why I answered that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have not noticed... Or perhaps you already did... Every time I am at a particular place and you are there, I just cannot take my eyes watching your gentle yet fragile movement of yours.. I know it sounds weird but that's just the way it goes.. Every time we are having a conversation, I just can't help myself but to blush and fall for you harder.. I am outspoken with my feelings to you towards others yet you yourself I can't.. I am petrified to the fact that you might drift away what we have now, Friendship...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am now, risking myself trying to be as outspoken as I can..&lt;br /&gt;I adore you so much that, all the gestures I did and tried to do was because I like, love ,adore you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never felt anything like this to anyone but YOU... ONLY YOU..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/307121954019729128-8276583308834660151?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/8276583308834660151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=8276583308834660151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/8276583308834660151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/8276583308834660151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2010/10/chocolate-box.html' title='Chocolate Box'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-3149792658432749038</id><published>2010-09-28T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T07:10:03.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANT RANT RANT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was pissed off this day. Why? As I entered *insert mall name here* of course there was a routine check-up of things. I know that. What made me pissed off was the guard. He pulled my bag while I was opening it for the inspection (although not forcibly pulled it) and banged it on top of the inspection table. I reacted "Kuya dahan-dahan naman laptop tong dala ko" He replied: "kayo naman sir ang nagbagsak." I was like WTF Mr. Guard you were the ones who pulled my bag and banged it to the table and you were saying it was my fault? I suddenly errupted and wanted to confront the guard but I didn't want to do a scandal and cause delay to entering patrons of the mall. So I just went off and kept it to myself and now, I am ranting this in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guard really pissed my afternoon.&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/307121954019729128-3149792658432749038?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/3149792658432749038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=3149792658432749038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/3149792658432749038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/3149792658432749038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2010/09/rant-rant-rant.html' title='RANT RANT RANT!'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-5958703856291648773</id><published>2010-09-11T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T08:59:13.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superhero Version 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If I were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I will be there by your side as soon as I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;whenever you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If I were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Superman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can protect you anytime from anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and no Kryptonite can weaken me as long as you are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If I were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Spider-man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can be as sensitive as he can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;to warn you with with any troubles and be able to protect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If I possess all these powers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can be able to take care of you anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;prove to you that I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;show you how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can protect you from this insane world that were living in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I really love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-5958703856291648773?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/5958703856291648773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=5958703856291648773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/5958703856291648773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/5958703856291648773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2010/09/superhero-version-3.html' title='Superhero Version 3'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-9067026686657867042</id><published>2010-09-07T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T08:33:47.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil thought.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just read this from a Hallmark Card I saw from the bookstore I dropped by before going home.. There's a cellphone trinket inside that thought card.. I am planning to buy it but I'm not sure whether to give it to her or not.. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even from a distance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would know you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd knew you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by your carefree-weekend walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or the way you tilt your head back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you laugh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even in a hundred years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(if life could live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as long as love),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would know you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it would be your deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;magical eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the curve of your lips...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even after all that time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would know you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I would love you still...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-9067026686657867042?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/9067026686657867042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/9067026686657867042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2010/09/lil-thought.html' title='A lil thought.. :)'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-3595792528959093989</id><published>2010-07-30T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T06:33:35.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super BV</title><content type='html'>Let me define first BV. BV means bad vibes. I had my day started good. I even had fun with my long time college buddies, Rai, Pao, Bon and Kenneth also accompanying us Rai's girlfriend Lei. We had our late lunch at Gerry's Grill Tagaytay then we had a little drink. Our lunch was care of Lei and Rai then the following, we chipped in. So where's the BV there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home still on a good vibes. I opened the internet seeing someone posting a very unnecessary post on FACEBOOK. Of course I replied to that post because I am kinda involved for tomorrow's activity. Then suddenly I saw a reply which is totally STUPID! YES you red it right! STUPID! The reply was like cooking yourself in your own oil reading the reply it made me furious. Then so it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare me to you? Excuse me. We're not on the same level.. Maybe you are higher than me at some points BUT ON REASONING?? I AM WAY BETTER THAN YOU PAL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-3595792528959093989?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/3595792528959093989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=3595792528959093989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/3595792528959093989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/3595792528959093989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2010/07/super-bv.html' title='Super BV'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-6880432228803065108</id><published>2010-07-29T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:47:26.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Lady! Why are you doing this to me?</title><content type='html'>YES! I admit it. I am really into her. I am falling for her so deep yet I don't have the guts to tell her. I wanted to But I can't. &lt;br /&gt;She's driving me into a very intense &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Euphoria"&gt;Euphoria&lt;/a&gt; every time I see her, talk to her and even &lt;a href="http://twitter.com"&gt;tweet&lt;/a&gt; her out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the fact that they are saying that this lady is concentrating on her studies, I am challenged to get to know her EVEN more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, my heart says: "she's the one!" but my mind keep on telling me: "it's not yet the right time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think I getting in love yet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-6880432228803065108?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/6880432228803065108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=6880432228803065108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/6880432228803065108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/6880432228803065108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-lady-why-are-you-doing-this-to-me.html' title='Oh Lady! Why are you doing this to me?'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-421473681565078903</id><published>2010-07-29T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:12:58.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to have a good night sleep</title><content type='html'>I have been like this for the past week. I have no sleep at all. I wanted to sleep early but my insomnia keeps on bothering me. No matter how I wanted to sleep early, I end up sleeping super late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say this is the effect of being in love. But I say No. I'm just having Insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this one while doing a review for a quiz in a major subject of mine. Obviously, I am having insomnia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-421473681565078903?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/421473681565078903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=421473681565078903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/421473681565078903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/421473681565078903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-want-to-have-good-night-sleep.html' title='I just want to have a good night sleep'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-7029896673300985401</id><published>2010-07-07T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T05:57:32.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am on my knees literally</title><content type='html'>I felt I lost everything when we set apart. You were there and I was here.&lt;div&gt;We barely see each other online or even get a bump through sms. Each of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has different priorities. You have your job or so I think so, I am still at school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to finish my degree. I so long to see you since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stop thinking about you, looking up your social networking accounts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my phone hoping to see your name on my inbox. If that happened, I'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be the happiest guy aloud...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-7029896673300985401?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/7029896673300985401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=7029896673300985401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/7029896673300985401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/7029896673300985401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-on-my-knees-literally.html' title='I am on my knees literally'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-4648066471612345498</id><published>2010-06-05T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:38:06.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time Hating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's been a while since I've last written my entry. I rarely find thoughts especially now that I am a little bit busier with the whole college thing. That is why I hated this summer. I had to enrol for a subject that has so many pre-requisites for the next semester. It's a little bit disappointing because I think I haven't exerted efforts most especially in the final period. Its like wasting monetary resources, time, energy and other resources possible good thing, I passed the subject but it is not enough. Maybe hating to go to school on a summer is a thing for me because I am not used to go to school on a summer. Plus the fact that the weather is insanely unsatisfactory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/307121954019729128-4648066471612345498?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/4648066471612345498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=4648066471612345498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/4648066471612345498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/4648066471612345498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-time-hating.html' title='Summer Time Hating'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-4219561058299960044</id><published>2009-09-18T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:12:04.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Updating Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since this blog site isn't viewed by the person I love, I'll update here instead of updating in Multiply blog or somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since the day that she knew that the person I am referring to as M in this photo (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3959131&amp;amp;l=b2228d7527&amp;amp;id=595175609"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like she's having a hard time seeing me, talking to me even just on chat. I don't know whether if it is about the picture or the fact that I have feelings for her. It feels so wrong. Or maybe she just don't have the time to interract with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Either ways, I don't feel right about it. I want to talk about this one to her, but now is not yet the right time for both of us due to school activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/307121954019729128-4219561058299960044?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/4219561058299960044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=4219561058299960044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/4219561058299960044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/4219561058299960044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-updating-time.html' title='Blog Updating Time'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-4008286256348104092</id><published>2009-03-08T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:40:56.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Week Observation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not yet Holy Week yet, but there's a buzz around the country recently. As I watched the news the other week I guess, there's a particular Catholic group/organization that contradicts with the use of mobile phones and personal computers particularly the internet during the Holy Week. There were forum topics and threads asking whether the matter I'm talking about here should be observed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own point of view, people should not be obliged to follow. Why? As we all know, mobile phones are the majority primary means of communication as well as the Internet is now part of the modern communication genre. On the other hand, to give way to the observation of Holy Week, I guess Unlimited texting on all major telecommunications company should be disabled just for the Holy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Catholic should observe the real essence of the Holy Week. The sacrifice that our savior did to save us from our sins. Holy Week is not just doing fasting and doing the activities during the holy week. This is the best time for us to reflect and repent for everything that we have done in the past and not so distant past. And also to thank the Lord for every day that He have given to us and every single miracle and blessings that He have showered upon us.&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/307121954019729128-4008286256348104092?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/4008286256348104092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=4008286256348104092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/4008286256348104092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/4008286256348104092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2009/03/holy-week-observation.html' title='Holy Week Observation.'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-6428264141692496186</id><published>2009-02-26T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:50:51.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia/Paranoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm currently experiencing something I am not used to experience. I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;somethings&lt;/span&gt; not so right with my best friend. I'm a bit upset with her. Why? I sense that she don't feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; me. Although she sends some group message, she does not respond if I text back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Somethings&lt;/span&gt; holding back I guess. Maybe its her BF. I'm not really sure though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; I have not talked to my best friend yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;although there is someone who somehow acts as my best friend, it is still different if you're best friend is there.&lt;/span&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/307121954019729128-6428264141692496186?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/6428264141692496186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=6428264141692496186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/6428264141692496186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/6428264141692496186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2009/02/paranoiaparanoid.html' title='Paranoia/Paranoid'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-8717696570171401593</id><published>2008-10-21T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:49:53.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a decent sleep!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So a total of 20 trays of baked macaroni done in almost 9 hours. plus there's 10 more(as I write this blog). I feel really sleepy and I don't freaking know what to write on well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So yeah. from 7pm til 4 am my mom and I did the baked macaroni. wheew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got burns on my fingers even a slight cut also from a very sharp knife (though it's not that visible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AND I GOT NO FREAKING SLEEP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4 more hours (as I write this entry) I've been awake for 24 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I guess I've done this for almost more than 3 times but note more than 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I really am TIRED and wanna have a resty rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So while I am helping out, I was ale to watch a Manchester United FC and Celtic FC live on ESPN and that made my nerves stay up  just for some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and oh! Manchester United won (who cares anyways?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, I haven't got that much of a sleep the other day(Monday night) So I don't have that much of energy during the day (Tuesday) and I forced myself to stay awake for freaking 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, I can hear myself screaming for some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the background music I embedded it will make you drop from where you are if you're awake as long as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/7x-M4gXeNM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/7x-M4gXeNM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/jukeboxmusic8/music/_MgfHiy7/secondhand_serenade_awake/"&gt;Awake - Secondhand Serenade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-8717696570171401593?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/8717696570171401593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=8717696570171401593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/8717696570171401593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/8717696570171401593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-decent-sleep.html' title='I want a decent sleep!!!'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-2924899162748805915</id><published>2008-10-09T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T04:13:13.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day I'll be On Top of the World.</title><content type='html'>I will. I swear one day, I'll be on top of the world. Ambitious eh? Not so much I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lot to do for the entire future ahead of me. I should probably start by having my degree finished. Then there's the time to pursue my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, I'll fulfill all of my dreams one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering, what are my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of dreams. One of them is to be able to reach the summit of Mt. Everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is also the dream of touring the whole world. For me to find new people, culture and everything that the world has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see myself working here in my own country but, there is a possibility if there is a career I can be able to pursue in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams, so limited time (not I guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be affected so much pressure right now. I mean with everything that's around me, I don't want to be bothered by all of the miseries for me to be able to do what I've been dreaming for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be proud of myself one day. I also wanted to make my parents, siblings, relatives proud for me. Not to the point they're worshiping me. But admiration is what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day, I'll be on top of the world where everybody's proud of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-2924899162748805915?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/2924899162748805915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=2924899162748805915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/2924899162748805915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/2924899162748805915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-day-ill-be-on-top-of-world.html' title='One Day I&apos;ll be On Top of the World.'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-3276853292082359795</id><published>2008-09-23T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T05:40:21.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest One and a Half hour of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="irvine0416" author_possessive="irvine0416's"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, the longest one and a half hour of my life happened today.&lt;br /&gt;All of my one and a half hour class seems to be HELL because&lt;br /&gt;it was just so LONG and boring one and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Art Appreciation class it was 830-10:00 am since we've got nothing&lt;br /&gt;to do in that class, it was totally BORING! we just sat our assess down&lt;br /&gt;for the entire period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, after my first class, I've wasted my time and money on playing&lt;br /&gt;in the pc shop for almost one and a half hour again.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of eating before playing. errrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, Economics class. I miscalculated everything. I thought the reporters&lt;br /&gt;will not exceed 3-4 reporters. But due to time constraint, our professor&lt;br /&gt;decided to maximize the ONE AND A HALF hour period and had EIGHT&lt;br /&gt;reporters today. Which by the way I should have been part of it but I came&lt;br /&gt;UNPREPARED! Poor me. I might get the lowest possible score/grade&lt;br /&gt;in recitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the trip back home. It was a burden! The traffic was HELL&lt;br /&gt;and is very slow and by that time also, I'm already starving. F.Y.I,&lt;br /&gt;My last intake of food this day was at 11:30 am and the time I was on the road&lt;br /&gt;going back home it was already  between 5:30-7:00. But all of the burdens&lt;br /&gt;and starvation was set aside because I was able to talk to Misha all along the trip&lt;br /&gt;back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, I've wasted One and a half hour formulating this entry! HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;!-- --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-3276853292082359795?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/3276853292082359795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=3276853292082359795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/3276853292082359795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/3276853292082359795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2008/09/longest-one-and-half-hour-of-my-life.html' title='The Longest One and a Half hour of my Life'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-6992681751322791725</id><published>2008-09-22T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:50:01.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Smile Every Time I See You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Random thoughts came out of my mind after our quiz in one of our subjects this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Of course this poem is not a poem without an inspiration. A very special inspiration in my heart. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Unspoken words, hidden feelings arise&lt;br /&gt;Un-muttered expressions wants to speak out&lt;br /&gt;Melodious voice cannot pop out but,&lt;br /&gt;My heart smiles everytime I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unprecedented feelings pours out&lt;br /&gt;time-less moments with you treasured&lt;br /&gt;Harmonious thoughts cry out of you because&lt;br /&gt;my heart smiles everytime I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we journey back in our home&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop from feeling all of these&lt;br /&gt;Just by being with you,&lt;br /&gt;My heart smiles when I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're away I can't help but&lt;br /&gt;to think of you in every second&lt;br /&gt;even at night or at day I can't help but&lt;br /&gt;My heart smiles when I think of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-6992681751322791725?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/6992681751322791725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=6992681751322791725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/6992681751322791725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/6992681751322791725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-heart-smile-every-time-i-see-you.html' title='My Heart Smile Every Time I See You'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-4718688319957092335</id><published>2008-09-19T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:58:24.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superhero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Superhero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;    I have revised my old Superhero poem that I have made in my&lt;br /&gt;Friendster Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I wish I’m The Flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;to be as quick as him when you need me by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I wish I’m Superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;to be as strong as him to protect you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I wish I’m Spider-man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;to be as sensitive as him to warn you of any trouble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have all these powers&lt;br /&gt;to be able to take care of you when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to protect you from this insane world we're existing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to loose such a good person in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll swear to protect you til they take my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~fin~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-4718688319957092335?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/4718688319957092335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=4718688319957092335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/4718688319957092335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/4718688319957092335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2008/09/superhero.html' title='Superhero'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-8640007245310293637</id><published>2008-08-24T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:57:32.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not In The Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Oh here I go again, ranting in my blog for nonsense post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Exam week will be this week. Technically it is this week because it is already Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;morning when I typed this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I am running out of thoughts in reviewing and I feel really lazy about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Worse, I haven't done my Term Paper in Economics which will be passed on the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;meeting of our subject for the Final Term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How am I to do it if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;1. I forgot the title of my term paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;2. I don't know when and how to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;3. I am lazy enough to work on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;4. I don't feel doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Crazy me eh? I guess it's just me. No one can ever change my mood except myself.&lt;/span&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/307121954019729128-8640007245310293637?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/8640007245310293637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=8640007245310293637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/8640007245310293637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/8640007245310293637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-in-mood.html' title='Not In The Mood'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-25777676889282005</id><published>2008-07-09T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:19:31.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice Your Dreams Just to Have Someone Fill in Your Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I was on board on a jeepney going to school, the jeepney stopped by at 3 young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;kids. They were also going to school like what I did. Sadly, Only two of them be able to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;study/go to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It was the eldest child who's only job is to accompany her two siblings on their way to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;See how great sacrifice the Eldest child is doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;On a modern day scenario here in our country, it is common to people in the poverty line to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;drop out to school due to inflation and other stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I was really touched and somehow pitied the eldest child because imagine accompanying your younger siblings in going to school while she cannot study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes I know that Public School Education is free for all students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But why does the little girl cannot go to school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Maybe there's an internal problem within the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But personally I cannot tell that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So does everyone of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-25777676889282005?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/25777676889282005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=25777676889282005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/25777676889282005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/25777676889282005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2008/07/sacrifice-your-dreams-just-to-have.html' title='Sacrifice Your Dreams Just to Have Someone Fill in Your Dream'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-3432891877061111414</id><published>2008-06-27T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:07:32.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week After The Storm</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since the storm hit the country. So many lives that were calimed, lost, perished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we doing to help those victims?&lt;br /&gt;of course there are NGO's who volunteered to help.&lt;br /&gt;there are also major charitable institutions who helps the&lt;br /&gt;victims through relief operations effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to pass by near our school canteen and saw a sign&lt;br /&gt;asking for donations for the victims of the calamity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I found it awkward. But, through deep analysis of the&lt;br /&gt;situation, i stopped thinking it as an awkward matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thought of:&lt;br /&gt;" what if this happened to me?"&lt;br /&gt;"will anyone do just like what I've did?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, it might happen.&lt;br /&gt;but if yo start to make a difference in your life,&lt;br /&gt;why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exert/extend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the help to the victims of the calamaity..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-3432891877061111414?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/3432891877061111414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=3432891877061111414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/3432891877061111414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/3432891877061111414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-after-storm.html' title='A Week After The Storm'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-2652775885882198022</id><published>2008-06-19T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T07:41:02.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone With The Summer Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First things first, this is a poem written by yours truly, ME. I am planning to use this poem for my Art Appreciation class. Though this poem needed to be finished and furnished more, I already formulated the first three stanzas and I will update this blog after I've finalized my work. Constructive criticism will be very much welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's wind is finally over&lt;br /&gt;Habagat is here to conquer&lt;br /&gt;She was the voice of my summer&lt;br /&gt;It is as sweet as her voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, summer's over, is it really gone?&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your melodious voice is over&lt;br /&gt;Fast paced days changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Your voice is all I need to relieve the tension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we need to bid thee goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Gently, my mind sinks into confusion&lt;br /&gt;Is it going to be temporary or is it really over?&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand but to speculate my timid mind.&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/307121954019729128-2652775885882198022?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/2652775885882198022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=2652775885882198022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/2652775885882198022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/2652775885882198022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2008/06/gone-with-summer-wind.html' title='Gone With The Summer Wind'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-508686630761815060</id><published>2008-06-14T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:29:15.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>It had been a hard day for me last week. This weekend was terrific and cool. Terrific in terms of 'I have a rest from first week of classes.' and Cool because it had been raining for the past 3-4 days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I wanted to hang-out somewhere but I was short of money because on the first week, it was my 'Adjustment week' meaning, I am adjusting my allowance during the first week of classes. I see to it I budget it after the first week of classes and adjust my spending powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, I have my entire weekend spent here at home unless someone will drag/pick me off and go somewhere interesting. Eventually I don't see any signs of that yet. For the meantime, I'll be active on Lunatic forum, my Multiply and Friendster. Also, I will try to do a movie marathon just in-case no one asks me out. Not a date that is. But to hang-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm done doing my job. It is time for me to scram out and have my rightful rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-508686630761815060?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/508686630761815060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=508686630761815060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/508686630761815060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/508686630761815060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-4214111331880689345</id><published>2008-06-12T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T03:06:48.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt;This entry was supposedly to be posted yesterday(June 11, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;since I just had the time to update my blog, here's how my first day in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7AM First Subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Society and Culture with Family Planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Our proffessor was Hilarious and INSANELY good teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;I think I'm going to like him as my professor for this subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt;8:30 AM FREE TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;and HELL! we counted all the FROSHIES in UNIFORM (which by the way we are on a wash-day attire on Wednesdays) til hunger was felt, we(me and my friends) grabbed a bite outside the campus and went back in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt;9AM-12noon WEEEE WOOOOOOOO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Nothing beats the line in Adding and Dropping of subjects! It was HELL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Imagine being in the line for almost an hour and you still DO NOT SEE the HALFWAY line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;It SUCKED BIG TIME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Anyways, Good Thing I saw my friend(former blockmate) Kristian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;I SMSed him and asked if I could break in his LINE. Coz it'll be University Break on 12 noon and offices in the ADMIN bldg. will be closed until 1 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;SOOOOO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;I made my transactions on time and paved my way to an EARLY BREAK/DISSMISSAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;my buddy for the day Rai and me went in the mall to chill coz' it was exxageratedly HOT in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt;1:45PM Home AT LAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Just bumming around the PC and doing something to keep me busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;" &gt;3PM I finished this Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;NONESENSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GFGllr9Md3"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GFGllr9Md3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/iata/music/rDOvjn5C/paramore_another_day/"&gt;Another Day - Paramore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-4214111331880689345?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/4214111331880689345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=4214111331880689345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/4214111331880689345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/4214111331880689345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day-rant.html' title='First Day Rant'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-8631455619736487063</id><published>2008-06-06T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:01:02.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bes'/><title type='text'>Girl-Boy Best Friend Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SEojerOJhII/AAAAAAAAAAY/xAuanddvHbI/s1600-h/marc%5E_%5E020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SEojerOJhII/AAAAAAAAAAY/xAuanddvHbI/s320/marc%5E_%5E020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209014928912516226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a girl bestfriend. Some find it unusual because they think a guy and a girl cannot be bestf of friends. But I say to them: 'They are wrong about their perceptions'&lt;br /&gt;My best friend and I are best friends for four years now and it have been a good friendship for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we had some mis-understandings but we went through it. And went back on track with our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the fuss all about?&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see her and spend some time sharing what's happening to me and do a little bonding with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-8631455619736487063?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/8631455619736487063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=8631455619736487063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/8631455619736487063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/8631455619736487063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2008/06/girl-boy-best-friend-relationship.html' title='Girl-Boy Best Friend Relationship'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SEojerOJhII/AAAAAAAAAAY/xAuanddvHbI/s72-c/marc%5E_%5E020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307121954019729128.post-7607905149968632917</id><published>2008-05-30T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T06:17:59.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first entry'/><title type='text'>For My First Entry</title><content type='html'>I have just created this blog site of mine so pardon me for all the content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to Create my blog on a separate account?&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to somehow share my blog,thoughts in my everyday rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a fresh start in my blog site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and see whether creating a new  blog account wil be the same as in my used to be blog  site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I into Blogging?&lt;br /&gt;I am into blogging because this serves as my DIARY like the usual Diaries of other people.&lt;br /&gt;the differences are, they write while I type, they keep it on a secured place, while i keep it online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was Curious enough to create my own account in a blog site.&lt;br /&gt;and because, the people in &lt;a href="http://lunaticforum.com/index.php"&gt;LUNATIC&lt;/a&gt; has their blog accounts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, this is all for my first entry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307121954019729128-7607905149968632917?l=irvine0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/feeds/7607905149968632917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307121954019729128&amp;postID=7607905149968632917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/7607905149968632917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307121954019729128/posts/default/7607905149968632917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irvine0416.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-my-first-entry.html' title='For My First Entry'/><author><name>Ervin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013648627193811277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20w1WJPRMCw/SD_z3YSE6CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WtLOvveAQJA/S220/04022008243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
