﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>akocmike's Xanga</title><link>http://akocmike.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from akocmike</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://akocmike.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Monday, April 25, 2005</title><link>http://akocmike.xanga.com/249505219/item/</link><guid>http://akocmike.xanga.com/249505219/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2005 10:17:09 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;hmmm... im back again.. after a very long period of time.. a new and improved me! kelan lang.. nung saturday.. was our sectoral assembly for YFC... daming nag-share.. daming nag salita.. talagang nakakapag bago ng buhay mga sinabi nila.. tlgang sablay ako! hahaha.. it was fun.. it was a good experience..&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;hay.. i kind of feel sad.. na ewan.. i felt that i was like a start... trying to shine so hard.. until somebody said to me, "hey, you're shine is growing dim...", so i said to that person, "because i was trying to shine so hard, for someone who's glance was never really mine..", parang ganyan nararamdaman ko ngaun.. everytime i try and think about it, it kinda hurts.. although i shouldn't be hurt about it.. anyway.. kung nababasa mo man ito.. sana.. sana lang tlga.. just be happy.. stay happy.. yan na lang ang maipag dadasal ko para sa iyo.. nang maging masaia ka..&amp;nbsp;basta may problema ka, nandito lang ako palagi.. never to leave your side.. &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;waaaaah! namimiss ko naang phone ko.. hehehe.. ok lang.. nagaadjust na din ako sa sun cel kong phone.. hehehe.. anyway.. bigyan nyo naman ako ng comment or something para malaman ko na may nagbabasa pa nito.. hahaha... cge.. ingat.. i'll be back here.. soon..&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://akocmike.xanga.com/249505219/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, April 15, 2005</title><link>http://akocmike.xanga.com/242874211/item/</link><guid>http://akocmike.xanga.com/242874211/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 12:23:12 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;hmmm... here i am again.. i just love to write here now.. since my poetry notebook is still with someone else, and i made a new ntbk but i can't seem to start writing in it, i'll just let my time pass away writing here in xanga for the time-being. anyway... so, what could i write about today..?&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;a friend.. a word so easily worn out, sometimes even taken for granted. what does one do to find a "perfect" friend---or does that person even exist? sometimes, it's so hard to find a friend, especially in a new environment. at first, it would be so hard trying to fit in, and believe me, it is. but as time passes by,&amp;nbsp; people get a bit more comfortable with each other. they loosen up a bit and be a bit more frank with you. sometimes, you would encounter those so-called "friends" of yours that hang-around you ONLY when you have some sort of service for them. it really sucks that you keep doing good for them, and after you do that particular deed, they would treat you like some sort of crap that needs to be scraped of the pavement.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;real friends are the one that really hang around. they stick to you like glue. and i don't mean creepy people that hang around you. those are stalkers. hahaha! you know, there are only a handful of people that i know that i can consider real friends. the people that don't treat me like crap. the people dont leave my side, especially when i needed them the most.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i can count those kind of people i know with my right hand.. some are also good, yet, not the one's qualified to be "real". i know you guys also have friends that can be "real", you just haven't found the time to look for them--- or better yet, notice them. maybe look around the corner, you'd see them. or take a look at your cellphone, you might read a message from them asking "how are you?", it's those simple things that really count.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;you might think that there's no one in this world that still cares about you, when you've think you've already given up, smile, then say, "i'll find you yet.." then that person my just come around and knock on your door.. -Michael Roy Reyes&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://akocmike.xanga.com/242874211/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, April 15, 2005</title><link>http://akocmike.xanga.com/242818359/item/</link><guid>http://akocmike.xanga.com/242818359/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 07:26:47 GMT</pubDate><description>hmmm... ok naman araw ko.. masaia.. today's a friday right? yup... so that would mean na wala kming practice.. so i started the day heading out to marist (again) to play the game i love.. basketball. hahaha! walang kasawaang basketball.. hehe.. mga 3 hours ako dun.. wala nga ako ksama eh.. may basketball clinic kasi.. kaia dami din mga tao.. pero ung tlgang mga kakilala ko, wala.. ung mga balibol lang dun... hehehe... so ayun na.. shooting lang ako.. and in all fairness.. maganda shooting ko knina.. sana ganon din kaganda un bukas pag may practice na.. hahaha.. hmm.. i'll write here again later.. gonna think of my next article..</description><comments>http://akocmike.xanga.com/242818359/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, April 13, 2005</title><link>http://akocmike.xanga.com/241632605/item/</link><guid>http://akocmike.xanga.com/241632605/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2005 14:22:24 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;hay... i dont really know.. i just wanna write this.. and NO, this is not a copy-paste like the last 2 entries..&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;why is it that when you would fall in love with someone, that's the time when they would suddenly leave your side, or at least your heart, like pooof! I mean, isn't that so ironic that when you start realizing that the person you really like is someone is really a person you love, that person sunddenly says, "Your really a great FRIEND to me..", sad right? "Would there really come a time when you would find someone right?", that would probably be your first question. And the next whine you would say is, "I'd like to die... end my life..". I dont really know... if we would really be ready enough to make a commitment such as a relationship, and, make it last.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i really wonder, what would be better, to know that someone loves u, yet, u dont have the same feelings as that person has for you? or the other way around, loving a person who doesn't pretty much have any care for you in that department..? maybe answers would vary.. some has said to me, it was better if that person loved me, because i can learn to love that person back. but i realized that was not applicable to me. because i have experienced it before.. yet it did not work out.. i dont the feeling, did i just waste the love? did i just throw those feelings away---- the feeling that you would throw last, LOVE?&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;or the other way around..? loving someone that doesn't, in all frankness, love you. Now, that would also hurt the other way around. This would severely hurt YOU. And believe me, i know. It would absolutely devastate everything you have made, you have built. You would rather have died than to have wasted all your time, all your energy, all your feelings, on something so down-right inevitable. That the person you have loved so much, thinks your just a friend. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;The real challenge would be knowing how to overcome this.. the feeling of failure. Yun bang dahil nag-fail ka na sa isang love mo, parang wala ka nang silbi, ok lang sayo kahit mamatay ka na. Pero ang tanong, may mangyayari bang maganda pag namatay kna? Wala. Zero. Nada. Mas dadami lang ang magiging malungkot sa pagkamatay mo. Nver think that you are just "no one" to everyone. If you think like that, think again. There is that special someone, yung tipong tao na pagkinausap mo, laging andyan lang siya. Hindi ka nya dinededma pag magkasama kayo, or hindi ka nya kinakausap dahil lang naaawa sya sayo kasi walang kumakausap sayo. May isang tao na totoo tlga.. na d ka nya iiwan.. haha,you may ask,"does this person even exist?!" hmm..... OO, he exists. You just have to find that person. Mahirap sya hanapin, yes. Pero that person would be a treasure for life. Siya yung taong pag galit ka sa kanya, hindi sya titigil sa kaka-sorry hanggat d mo siay napapatawad.. ganun ang tunay na kaibigan. But then, you suddenly realize.. &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;that person.. who stood by you all the way... was really the one, who would make your life complete. The One. -Michael Roy Reyes&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://akocmike.xanga.com/241632605/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, April 12, 2005</title><link>http://akocmike.xanga.com/240892661/item/</link><guid>http://akocmike.xanga.com/240892661/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2005 10:38:17 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml" /&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id=_x0000_t75 stroked="f" filled="f" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" coordsize="21600,21600"&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:path o:connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" o:extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id=_x0000_s1026 style="MARGIN-TOP: -54pt; Z-INDEX: -3; MARGIN-LEFT: -63pt; WIDTH: 567pt; POSITION: absolute; HEIGHT: 747pt" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata blacklevel="19661f" gain="68267f" o:title="ff86" src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\WINDOW~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #003366; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;When to let go.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #003366; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;Imagine this...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;In your hand is a very precious creation, so&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;fragile,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;so valuable that if you keep on holding, it&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;would either stay or&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;fall apart. But you loved this creature so much,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;so much that letting&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;it go would be like letting go of your life as&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;well. So much that&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;sometimes you wished it would be there forever.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;So much that you tend&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;to be selfish at times so as you could make it&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;stay for as long as&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;you like. Don't we all wish something "so good"&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;could be forever?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;Don't we all hope that happiness is there to&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;stay?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;There comes a time in our lives when we chance&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;upon someone "so nice"&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;and "almost perfect" and we just find ourselves&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;getting so intensely&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;attracted to that person (sometimes without even&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;realizing it). This&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;feeling soon become a part of our everyday lives&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;and eventually&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;guzzles our thoughts and actions to the extent&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;that we tagged it as&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;one of those "too good to be true" thing.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;The sad part there is when we begin to realize&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;that, this particular&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;person feels totally nothing but friendship.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;A "thing" that would be&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;forever a "thing" nothing more, nothing&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;less...just a thing! You're&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;just a friend, And that's the fact! Then in our&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;desperate attempt to&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;get closer (or at least Be noticed), our efforts&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;are still futile and&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;we end up sorry for ourselves.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;v:shape id=_x0000_s1027 style="MARGIN-TOP: -54pt; Z-INDEX: -2; MARGIN-LEFT: -54pt; WIDTH: 549pt; POSITION: absolute; HEIGHT: 747pt; mso-position-horizontal-relative: text; mso-position-vertical-relative: text" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata blacklevel="17695f" o:title="017" src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\WINDOW~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #003366; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;One person said, never ever let your heart run&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;your life, as much as&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;you can, always be sensible and let your mind&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;speak for itself. Try&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;to listen not merely on what your feelings is&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;invoking on you as a&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;person but more importantly listen to reason as&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;well.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;Letting go of someone doesn't necessarily mean&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;you have to stop&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;loving, it only means that you allow that person&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;to find his own&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;happiness without expecting him to come back.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;Letting go is not just&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;setting the other person free (in the real sense&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;of it), but it is&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;also setting yourself free from all animosity,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;revulsion, and&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;resentment that was long kept in your heart. You&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;have to let go&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;because the bitterness often puts away the&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;strengths and weakens the&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;littlest hope, making our lives more miserable&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;than ever. Worst,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;presenting yourself as the "most affected one"&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;sets the nastiest&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;impression of all time--whatta a loser!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;The trick there is...always remember that 'if&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;you&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;lose someone today,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;it means that someone better is coming tomorrow.'&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;If you lose love that doesn't mean that you&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;failed in love...right?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;Just regard it as another mismatch of heaven!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;Well, you can cry of&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;course, or whine or shout (growl even) if you&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;have to, but make sure&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;that after those outbursts you have washed away&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;the hurt and the&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;bitterness that the past Has left with you (easy&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;said than done I&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;v:shape id=_x0000_s1028 style="MARGIN-TOP: -54pt; Z-INDEX: -1; MARGIN-LEFT: -1in; WIDTH: 567pt; POSITION: absolute; HEIGHT: 738pt; mso-position-horizontal-relative: text; mso-position-vertical-relative: text" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata blacklevel="22938f" o:title="ff82" src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\WINDOW~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #003366; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;know!).&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #003366; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;We can all survive with just beautiful memories&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;of the past but real&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;peace and happiness come only with open&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;acceptance of what reality is&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;today. You really don't have to forget someone&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;you love ('cause it's&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;hard). What we need to learn is how to accept&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;the&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;verdict of reality&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;without being bitter or sorry for what we have&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;become. I think it's&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;better that we give off that dedication and love&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;to someone more&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;deserving. Hmmm..."Who could it be" is the next&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;interesting question&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;to ponder. Let go of yesterday and love will&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;find&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;its wayback to you.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;And when it does, pray hard that it may be the&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;love that will stay&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;and last a lifetime.&lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/bitter.gif" width=15&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #003366"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://akocmike.xanga.com/240892661/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, April 10, 2005</title><link>http://akocmike.xanga.com/239577344/item/</link><guid>http://akocmike.xanga.com/239577344/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2005 14:02:18 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/happy.gif" width=15&gt;never lose your wallet&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;Some people tell us that &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;wallets are a lot like girls, "Dapat mong &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;ingatan, kasi kung hindi mo iningatan, baka may &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;mangyari." &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;I know what he means. I just lost a wallet, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;and I just lost a girl. You know, it's the exact &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;same thing. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;One day, you just realize it's gone. You try &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;to look for it everywhere, even going back to &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;the places where you could have lost it. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;You think, and you think hard, only to come &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;upon a grim realization: it's really gone. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;Of course, you can hold on to some hope. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;After all, there have been some very, very lucky &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;(blessed?) people who get it back. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;Perhaps you could become one of those people. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;You sit home and you hope that someone would &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;call, and that you would get it back. But then, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;some time passes, and you realize that it's &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;still gone, and you realize that it's time to &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;let go. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;The first few days, you turn to your friends &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;for support. Some tell you you'll be ok, some &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;tell you that it was your fault and that you &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;should have been more careful, and some tell you &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;about their own experiences. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;They give you all sorts of advice, none you &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;haven't heard before. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;You then go out to find a new wallet, only to &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;realize that you don't really want a new one. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;You want the old one that you lost. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;No, you don't want all these better-looking &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;wallets, you want yours, because of how &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;comfortable it is, because of all the cards and &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;pictures and other stuff in it. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;You go out and carry on without a wallet, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;keeping your money in your pocket instead. You &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;throw away stuff that you would have held on to &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;if you had your old wallet. And then, finally, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;you find a new wallet you like and settle in. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;You then start filling your new wallet, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;little by little. It still doesn't feel as &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;comfortable as the old one, but it's getting &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;there. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;Then you start putting in cards and pictures &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;and other important stuff in the wallet. Soon &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;enough, there's as much stuff in your new wallet &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;as the old one. And then, after some time, you &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;feel as comfortable with your new wallet. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;And then you realize that you've almost &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;forgotten you ever had your old wallet. Sure, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;you still remember most of the stuff you lost on &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;that wallet. But then again, you don't remember &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;the feeling of hurt that you felt when you lost &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;it. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;That's because that wallet you lost is no &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;longer your wallet. You're no longer holding on. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;This new wallet you're holding, it has all the &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;important cards and pictures and stuff that you &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;need. This is your wallet. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;And this time, you tell yourself, you're &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN class=blacktextnb10&gt;never losing this one..&lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/happy.gif" width=15&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://akocmike.xanga.com/239577344/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, April 10, 2005</title><link>http://akocmike.xanga.com/239572887/item/</link><guid>http://akocmike.xanga.com/239572887/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2005 13:53:12 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;ahahaha... now im back!!! &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/kiss2.gif" width=15&gt;&amp;nbsp;you guys know, dahil lang sa isang very dear friend ko na nagbabasa nitong xanga ko, &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/shocked.gif" width=15&gt;&amp;nbsp;maguupdate nko regularly!! hahahaha... kakainspire noH?? thnx *****!! hehehe... kaka boring kasi dati dahil ala naman ata nagbabasa nito, kaia nakakatamad mag update, pero ngaun may nagbabasa na, i will update it again! hmm.. i had a good and bad week. last thursday, i met up with my friend sa RP... actually, it was our first time to see each other, kinda like an EB.. madami na kaming pinag samahan.. khit hanggang text lang at fone. so we decided to meet up..&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Ngkita kmi sa may unahan ng cinehan.. we walked around.. and we watched SpongeBob the Movie!! astig naman dn.. and then, nung dumating na barkada nya, i kind of gotten shy, kasi parang ndi nko makarelate.. hahaha.. and i also knew that my other 2 friends were also at the mall, kaia sa kanila nlng ako sumama.. ung isa ndi sanay mag commute, kaia nag taxi pa kmi pauwi... hahaha.. pero it was fun.. i had a blast.. until it was all ruined.. how do i say it, im not going to go into the details.. the only thing i can say is sana maging open minded ka naman sa sasabihin ko, pakinggang mo at intindihin m sna.. khit isang salita.. IM NOT A SQUEELER. it really pissed me off and it totally ruined my almost perfect day..&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;by the way, may sun cellular sim nko.. feel free to text me up 09225846022&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;so my week was kinda tiring.. no, let me re-phrase, VERY tiring.. it sucked. i hated it. my legs totally gurt because of basketball practice. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;alam nyo, ito lang tlga ung kinakainisan ko eh.. i always had time to listen to you, kahit anong oras, kahit anong araw. kahit pa pagalitan nko dahil sa sobrang late na, i always try and listen to u and your problems. alam ko there's no chance in HELL na basahin mo ito, pero kung mabasa mo man ito, please naman, ako naman pakinggan mo. lalo na ngaun. misunderstanding lang ito. alam mo, ang saia saia ng frienship natin, ewan ko sau, pero i would never wanted it to end this way, LALO NA THIS WAY. i hope you would have time to listen to me. to my problems. to my shoutouts. especially when they count.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://akocmike.xanga.com/239572887/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, March 30, 2005</title><link>http://akocmike.xanga.com/232054477/item/</link><guid>http://akocmike.xanga.com/232054477/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 02:36:26 GMT</pubDate><description>hey.. wow.. may nagbabasa pla nito.. now may gana na ulit ako magsulat d2.. hehe.. anyway.. its so hot!!! super hot.. anyway.. a lot has happened this week.. kahit tuesday plng!!&lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/laughing.gif" width=15&gt;&amp;nbsp;nung monday, was the first time that i played basketball again.. maybe after 2 weeks.. 9am praktis nmin for PASARELLE.. 7am nsa marist nko nun.. just to warm up a bit.. i shot some shots.. 3pt. shots.. ang dami kong ngawa.. made most of them.. maybe 11/20.. 3pt shots.. hahaha!!!&lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/winky.gif" width=15&gt; asa... anyway.. then prktis na.. nasiko ako sa labi ni gian.. sabog gums ko.. it still hurts... so hard to eat.. hahaha.. pero nung tuesday.. laro kmi sa YFC ng basket... sila kuya migz at kaloy.. hahaha.. nakita ko ulit si nytha after a very long period of time.. so i shot around.. puro kapos!!!&lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/censored.gif" width=15&gt; kapos karamihan ng tira ko.. hahaha... &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/shocked.gif" width=15&gt;so im here.. resting.. buti nga na-cancel ung prktis nmin for ASPIRANTS eh.. hay.. tas nung monday.. nagalit skin si cay.. kasi ang bad daw ng reaction ko nung nakita ko daw ung pic nya nung concert.. hehe.. pero ngaun.. ok na ulit kmi.. dont worry guys!!! i'll be updating this regularly now.. ingat.. &lt;A href="mailto:stepback_andshoot@yahoo.com" target="_new"&gt;stepback_andshoot@yahoo.com&lt;/A&gt;</description><comments>http://akocmike.xanga.com/232054477/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, March 24, 2005</title><link>http://akocmike.xanga.com/228154268/item/</link><guid>http://akocmike.xanga.com/228154268/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2005 09:42:02 GMT</pubDate><description>hehehhee.. how long has it been? wala lang.. wala naman ata nagbabasa nito eh!!!!! grrrr... cge nga, mag-comment nga kau kung nababasa nyo ito?! hehehe.. joke.. eto, tired.. pero happy. happy that tapos na school year.. tired that nsa ospital ako almost the whole week.. na stroke ulit dad ko.. and it reached a point where he was at a critical stage.. pero ok na lahat.. and2 na sya sa bahay.. kaia i have God to thank for that.. anyway... speak up naman kung may nkakabasa nito.. kain lang ako..&lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/winky.gif" width=15&gt;</description><comments>http://akocmike.xanga.com/228154268/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, February 27, 2005</title><link>http://akocmike.xanga.com/212282812/item/</link><guid>http://akocmike.xanga.com/212282812/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2005 02:24:57 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;heya.. hehehe.. andito na naman ako.. hahaha.. ay nako.. sakit pa ng mata ko.. puyat ata ako eh.. malamang.. may ISANG TAO akong kausap mula 9:30 ng gabi hanggang 2 ng umaga..&lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/stunned.gif" width=15&gt; &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/shocked.gif" width=15&gt;BAKA LANG BASAHIN NYA ITO... ANG TIBAY MO... hahahahhahaha!!&lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/laughing.gif" width=15&gt;&amp;nbsp;joke lang... anyway.. masaia saia naman araw ko.. nakikinig ako ng session road.. nakaka-relax ang sound.. anyway.. cluster meeting mamaya.. that's gonna be fun... knowing na makikita ko ulit mga tao tao.. hahaha... skit pa mata ko.. hehehe.. after a very long chat.. hehehe.. haaaayyy.. naaalala ko na naman na madami nga palang projects...&lt;IMG height=22 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/wtf.gif" width=15&gt;&amp;nbsp;i gotta sort things out muna.. i usually type here and update my blog when i dont really have anything to do.. but for this instance, i do this to try and forget the tons of things i HAVE to do!&lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/censored.gif" width=15&gt;&amp;nbsp;anyway.. here's a little poem i wrote a couple of month's back.. hope u like it.. &lt;/P&gt;
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