<?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-6183842790915589320</id><updated>2011-10-10T20:06:19.441-06:00</updated><category term='school days . . .'/><title type='text'>The illusion. . .</title><subtitle type='html'>compassion , fighting spirit , determination . . .these are what i suppose to possess


   behind this mask is a face with entwining scars . . .

   aching heart indulged turmoil .  . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-4587475112952106031</id><published>2011-01-11T19:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:36:26.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New me</title><content type='html'>Hay, its been a months of rest; a months of continous chAnges..a caterpillar becomes a butterfly already.. Indeed life being in this is a serious thing. Tedious, it is! The fututre is today. I hust want to share my experiences beig a teacher with you. Others would think that being a teacher is such a tedious job. Exactly it is. Waking up early in the morning; preparing a lesson plan, looking for strategies, solving grades, making cards and of course the ever ending disciplinary action towards the children..I am in the new world just for you to know. World of new culture.But I really don't know what impetus drives me to finish  everyday race. Sometimes its really tiring but if you see that you enable them to learn, everything will be poured out of fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;    Exactly, this won't make me get rich ;but many people will get rich of me..Isn't it heroic? hehe, I understand that we all have to be practical by these days. Yet, the question is: what are we really preparing for? what wealth is wealth for me? Well, wealth is what we are preparing for eternity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183842790915589320-4587475112952106031?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/4587475112952106031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/4587475112952106031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-me.html' title='New me'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-6995948862238799650</id><published>2010-12-15T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:49:37.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new me</title><content type='html'>We can be a hero of our own . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183842790915589320-6995948862238799650?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/6995948862238799650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/6995948862238799650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-me.html' title='new me'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-7080622487305100989</id><published>2009-09-15T01:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:03:45.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weee,...</title><content type='html'>how am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long while since the last time I held the mouse to open my blog...&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm very fresh from our intramurals,. I actually enjoyed the last intramurals .. Uhm, updates about me?? well, in my studies it's fine,.my family?? even better,.friends? getting closer,.lovelife? hehe,.[uhm1?] getting stronger,./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I actually want to post my poems in here however i do not get plenty of time to encode it all. char! by friday perhaps,.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183842790915589320-7080622487305100989?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/7080622487305100989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/7080622487305100989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/melu2-lang.html' title='weee,...'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-5894667853880446192</id><published>2009-05-20T01:08:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:34:41.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hidden. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;The &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ndissoulubility&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking for his being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;All twidling in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;blivion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Both vine and tree&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Emblemishing the emblematic pen of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;scutcheon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Quotidian chevalier concealed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;icatrix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;His cordiality outburst &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Never clog nor&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; r&lt;/span&gt;ustle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ludicrous masquerader truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;eal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183842790915589320-5894667853880446192?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/5894667853880446192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/5894667853880446192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/hidden.html' title='hidden. . .'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-5953062462109622826</id><published>2009-04-29T01:17:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:07:30.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingenuity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As of my introduction, hehe,. lets post my horoscope for this day! uhuh'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Virgo (Aug 23 - Sep 22)[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="questionMark" title="Help" href="http://friendster.custhelp.com/cgi-bin/friendster.cfg/php/enduser/std_adp.php?p_faqid=175" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;Today, toss yourself a mystery to solve -- surprise yourself with your&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ingenuity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;You know exactly what you are doing right now, but that could become a problem soon. When you're never confused or uncertain, you are comfortable -- but are you growing? Today, toss yourself a mystery or two to solve. Find a problem that you can't figure out how to approach, and try to use your brain in a whole new way. You'll surprise yourself with an unexpected level of ingenuity and creativity. You have more skills like this that need to be developed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My day was a total messed! yuckeee..&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bADTRIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( April 29,2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually I was really inspired yesterday not until &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ate J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told me something about him..It was really &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disgusting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! She told me that they had some conversation yesterday and it was something eew.. When I knew about it,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I was so much affected because I did not even say it to her then she was the one making her own story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well if she meant it as a joke i don't even care at all..basta kalain gid tana ang feeling. . She hurt me that waay..%sk!&lt;br /&gt;Yah! I supposed not to be guilty for I dont even know ABOUT it however &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i DWELL MORE ON the way he interpreted the joke! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess he took it seriously.. What else could he think about my kind? Hai. waay gid ate j ah! she always make my day unforgettable in her negative means.. Hehe.. Well, I should not be affected of it for I was in clear conscience that I did'nt make it.. I knoe I'm right . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;upsetting, isn't it!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero kalain gid abi. Just imagine! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything went wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I could'nt even greet him  in the hall way though  I'm not guilty of it but I was trulyl ashamed for what she did,. Hai. She has to speak in "appropriate " time and an appropriate "thing". The painful of all is that she had made her own story to tell. Here I am making my own reality and working out everything.hai,.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what else I could do if everything was done. ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to accept it and face it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VICTIM,..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;JUST AT THIS MOMENT,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Now, do I need to experience it just to test my skill in this means of solving problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well.. can't figure it out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183842790915589320-5953062462109622826?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/5953062462109622826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/5953062462109622826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-is-it-upsetting-to.html' title='Ingenuity'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-7535630624458084090</id><published>2009-04-12T23:03:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:38:27.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"bitterness of life in a tasteless world"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a never-ending journey and all I have to make is a trail to be followed..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;This semester taught me a lesson that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;temporary negligence will seize what are to be taken in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Before, my mind always taught me how to be look smart and how to speak with posture. I am always eager to learn and to meet my new set of classmates. By this , I learned to aim higher rather to be passive and dependent on the opinion of others. It was then when I feel to deviate from something new because it seems that everything is merely a repetition of the other day and became a habitual for me, it is something tasteless because I learned nothing at all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Way back then, college life is a matter of survival, that's my impression when i enter to college and it was proven true back then in first year. I took everything seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Days, months and years go by I encountered new faces , met new set of friends with different personalities, handled organizations and participated in different activities that shaped me until I welcomed junior year with nothing - I mean no effort at all. This semester was the most unforgettable sem. I had in my college for it was terribly a disaster not just to me but to all of us ' Of course it was indeed relative depending on the way it affects us. I guess there is nothing to worry! I persist I'm okay but i know myself couldn't escape to the aching wounds that beat every time I presume it is healed, yet the pain still goes on my veins. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;why now? is this really meant to happen? well I can't go along with what I wanted before because in the first place it is me who let go of everything in exchanged of something new other than a tasteless world..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now , is tasteless better than bitter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; regrets.. but why couldn't be someone permitted to look for something new without forgetting or valuing the other thing? ? hai. ... but why is there a need to lose something to gain something..?hai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;See! no matter how confident or stable you are but still life has its own patterns to take. It is your decision whether you lead or deviate from it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, if something is for you then reach it, seize every opportunity that blocks the way. Yet, we only cross this life for once- in every phase of it there is always something to be enjoyed! Never neglect that something just because you are tamed of doing it for even temporary negligence leads to forgetting and washing everything away from you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;However, life must go on! we still have many roads to take we may not know how many bridges we are to cross, lets us be POSITIVE in all our ways. . Life is just temporal and we have to enjoy every last minute that passed by; give our best and leave a trail in every opportunity we take in.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lets moved on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183842790915589320-7535630624458084090?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/7535630624458084090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/7535630624458084090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/disastrous-semester.html' title='&quot;bitterness of life in a tasteless world&quot;'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-5672384147520532405</id><published>2009-02-21T00:39:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:53:57.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tamed,...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;The feeling seems to be fading when the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;month of hearts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;came&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;I felt so restless and exhausted. All the heavy loads, battalion of requirements plus my hectic schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;I don't even know where could I place him..It seems that I am imprisoned in the loop surrounded by the attraction of positive and negative poles on its magnetic field&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoo, if breathing is not voluntary then for sure I could not breath at all..[&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Yes its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Everything is getting to be unfair for the both of us. If I would compare it to any law in Science, it would be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;law of INERTIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.for no one will take the first step and remain atrest unless it has exerted effort or force.. haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Okay, how did I feel after hearing those sentiments and shortcomings? am I affected? &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;OUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ,&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;it hurts! but I guess its for the better&lt;/span&gt;. I really need some space&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I mean the both of us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. .&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt; I don't know what follows after this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Lets see if there's progress after a week. Then if there's such the better, if theres none I guess it is just right to stop it for its better to put period on a sentece rather putting a comma without making sense&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The truth is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Februaru 14,2009&lt;/span&gt; is the worst of all the valentine's day I had.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6183842790915589320-5672384147520532405?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/5672384147520532405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/5672384147520532405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/ouch-gid-yah.html' title='tamed,...'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-5041992709050065482</id><published>2009-01-27T18:10:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:51:13.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>best choice I have ever made!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;here i am again facing the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; as to which I shall prefer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th day of June , I and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;dear friend&lt;/span&gt; woke up at early as 3:45 am. .. We prepared for our breakfast, took our daily bath and wore our comfortable yet elegant outfits..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at school at 5:25 am since our departure was at 6:00..I waited for my classmates until 6 am as to which I gathered their permits..indeed my dear friend(2) finally arrived. hehe..Well, I rode in the mini bus; we started our journey with a prayer...Whoooooo, ready to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;GENSAN&lt;/span&gt; na..First area was in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;fishport&lt;/span&gt;.. Oh, its raining then. We interviewed the people working in there. Next venue was "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;HOME FOR THE AGED&lt;/span&gt;" , we were welcomed by a woman named lola&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Maria-apa&lt;/span&gt;. I can see in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;her smile&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;feeling of joy&lt;/span&gt; in seeing us. We danced and gave our best moves for the aged people. Yet, they were so joyful and its refreshing that I have made them happy even just for that day.. hehe, after showing our indifferent moves we interviewed them and as I can see it, they were acting more than such a 5 -year old child in demanding candies from us. They have different stories to tell. I comforted them in a while so was my classmates were busy listening to our lolos and lolas. Suddenly there was a man who went back into his room. I came to know that no one dared to interview him so I with my colleagues went after him. We interviewed him in a usual manner as we could. We go on depth on his life and its unusual that a handsome man like him was not able to look for a wife. He experienced stroke ; he had his adopted but he got married already and the wife of his adopted was against him.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; We soon realized that he was a man with a fragile heart.. yes! lolo is a gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you have just seen his picture you would not really believe that he is a gay. We have fun telling in the bus about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Lolo Roming&lt;/span&gt;. Hence, be careful to my friends for you will live by yourself as soon as you get old. Haha! Anyway, after that we proceed to KAWAS. My experience there are worth to be remembered. We fetch water nearby the seashore, we have cooked them for lunch and we really experience how was life in there. Next. We went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Urban poor&lt;/span&gt;. There, I have experienced to pity them. They have nothing to eat the moment we visited them, only sweet potatoes all day long. And then, there was the daugther of the woman we have interviewed, crying for she had nothing to eat and so her baby was still crying. My heart was deeply eaten by those experiences, so I insisted to buy some foods for them, I even if sacrificed my money for my project just to put off their hunger. We went back to the bus for the last sector, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;women's prisoners&lt;/span&gt;. There was a strict implementation of order in entering the place. No cellephones are allowed! The students queued up and the boarders welcomt them in the small field. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It was fun and memorable!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I myself had interviewed a mother. She has a daugther studying at NDDU. Actually, her case is staffa. She was almost 5 years in the prison. Actually, she was the head of KIMBAll before..Hehe, im not just sure about the spelling. Yet, when the mall was totally eaten by the fire, totally burned, all the stocks and goods turned into ashes then she had nothing to blame! all of her stockholders are running after their profits. She had experience of fire in the hell for she has nothing to give more than paying worth 1.5 million pesos.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; She said that we can really never tell our fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway two years from now , she will be out from the prison. However, she added her grief in the delay of her case&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.."but why wait for 2 years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Now is the moment that my daughter needs me, I must take charged her growth; witness the special moments in her life!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When I heard this it seems that my tears seems to fall from my eyelids.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;agree, ate Malou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;supposed to be out from the imprisonment but because of the government hired lawyer, the case is delayed. There are wasted times that they have to enjoy together but was taken and grab by the people who tend to be submersive&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ended my conversation with her with a big hug and piece of words that somehow could help her lift up herself from the parameters of thse colours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have realized how fortunate I am for having a mother who is always there to support me, witness my achievements and sorrows, whom I can share my lovelife and cheer me up in times of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went back almost at 6. I can see the sunset with the horizon, telling that my day was totally complete. Though I was not able to join the marist meet, but this choice is a perfect choice I have ever made.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6183842790915589320-5041992709050065482?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/5041992709050065482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/5041992709050065482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-choice-i-have-ever-made.html' title='best choice I have ever made!'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-5843238617971684745</id><published>2009-01-21T22:53:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:41:19.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No to cheating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SemGcpRnl0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/gmIPjmNtIMQ/s1600-h/no-cheating-480.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SemGcpRnl0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/gmIPjmNtIMQ/s320/no-cheating-480.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325935861016532802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;What is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;cheating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Indeed it is tantamount to the word&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dishonesty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterm exam again,. Two-weeks before the exam , I decided to familiarize my lessons. Acting without effort on it for I believe the longer the time you spend the longer the memory retains. .haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; .. F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;irst week was spent on the familiarization of words and updates of notes while the following week was intended for the serious study. Sleepless nights, packs of  kopikos, venues for group studies and bundles of handouts were at hand. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The following morning addressed the warm greetings. . They faced me &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;with black-rounding eye-bags &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;exhausted faces&lt;/span&gt;. Nobody was exempted on it! hehe, .Our first exam was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Afro-asian Literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody felt a compounding emotion of trouble, worries and excitement&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything that was trembling within was out minded..&lt;/span&gt;Well, the moment the test booklets were being disposed and dropped in the desks, everybody was able to manage themselves at ease . As I read the questionnaire, I was astonished with the questions being stipulated in there. .Actually , it was in the identification type that I'd answer on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ly 9 numbers out of 20 questions ..its a total messed! haha, how about you guys? &amp;amp; how about the enumeration type, one that I hated much! well, better,.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'd answered 5 out of 15 items..huhuhu, I want to blurt out, as if its the end of my worth..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;paano nalang ni ang kinabukasan ko? hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Its the poorest of all. I studied much its just that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;different from what I was expecting came out. .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;who is to blame? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Neither I nor my teacher. .I gave my best and so was my teacher i guess for giving such quality exams. . The bottom line there is that not all our expectations will be achieved. Life is always coupled with sorrows and pains..hehehehe. .its part of it!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have to share this embarrassing experience of mine..wheeeew! It was&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6;30 0f January 2009, &lt;/span&gt;when i was taking an examination under our favorite professor. . I rushed up in answering the test for I have studied it already for two nights thinking that I was prepared till I reached up the last part which was the application. I did it well! when I reviewed my answers I tempted to ask my dearest friend of letter 'S' in the chunking that I missed to reassure if what's in my mind was correct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. . HE/she attended me and told me that it was in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt; the instruction asking for five answers(5) only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but I'd an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;swer all 7 for it was a guideline and everything must be placed in there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hence ; I missed the letter ' S". So somehow our eyes and gestures argued till it was coupled with our mouths. . Lately we realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and noticed tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;t our professor was actually  looking and smiling on us the moment we argued.......Whaaaaaaaaaaa! I can't imagine. Just for a point I had afford to exchanged my credibility..I won't and I will never do it anymore. .Why shouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I rely just on my own answers since I knew that I have studied too, so was with them. . I don't know what the psychological reason behind it, hehe. .(shame on me!) Anyway, that's the consequence of being a novice. . haha, joke! Anyway, I learned from my mistakes and to be able to cope with it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I must get the chain that enclosed me in believing and trusting my own intuitions &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Its better to get zero(0) than getting a perfect score through cheating ( just in RE).. HEhe. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, I never talked to anyone else the moment our examination started. .Even just responding to the date and subject they asked to me..Haha, . &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Finally, I enjoyed my midterm exam. .I realized that I really have to commit mistakes in order to weigh up things; to differentiate what is bad from moral.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;By struggling&lt;/span&gt; towards our conscience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;This when we can say,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NO TO CHEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;ING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183842790915589320-5843238617971684745?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/5843238617971684745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/5843238617971684745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-to-cheating.html' title='No to cheating!'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SemGcpRnl0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/gmIPjmNtIMQ/s72-c/no-cheating-480.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-8254961655329562442</id><published>2008-12-17T02:09:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:12:50.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unusual...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/Sel_LwtT4mI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_znjiaXBm_k/s1600-h/true-love-waits-ring1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325927874372559458" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 280px; height: 280px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/Sel_LwtT4mI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_znjiaXBm_k/s320/true-love-waits-ring1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;is it wrong to fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its good to&lt;strong&gt; fall in love&lt;/strong&gt;. .Yah its a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;painful thing&lt;/span&gt; I know but all I have to do is to enjoy it now that its &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;strucked me. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How's the feeling? well, its like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;blo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ssom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , that tries to hold my pistil and closely cover my faces everytime I see&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; him&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his eyes were conveying&lt;/strong&gt;, it impinged directly to the beat of my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; heart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We happened to close hands together and it was electrifying that you better take away your hand out from him or else you will be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;totally burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ed &lt;/span&gt;or if not be totally&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;molten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;Haha, .I can't really describe how it feels.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . I'm a kind of person who who has been living in the world of thinking and reasoning for i have 3 siblings , all boys . So, I used not to be expressive unlike the other girls , not showy of my emotions (sorrows and dilemmas. ) There are times that you are out of your mind if you're inlove. Often, you are searching for his shadow but if he's already beside you as if you don't even care or knew him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's love, undefinable..You act so weird, sometimes&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6183842790915589320-8254961655329562442?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8254961655329562442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183842790915589320&amp;postID=8254961655329562442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/8254961655329562442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/8254961655329562442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-wrong-to-fall-in-love-what-love.html' title='unusual...'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/Sel_LwtT4mI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_znjiaXBm_k/s72-c/true-love-waits-ring1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-9091306207547419475</id><published>2008-12-16T00:25:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:30:00.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>whoops! glance of confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SfViySzsXXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/R7KogUgMfjE/s1600-h/teenagers_dilemma_midsize.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329274350244486514" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 297px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SfViySzsXXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/R7KogUgMfjE/s320/teenagers_dilemma_midsize.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUdcIcef1EI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jC662_C8uUA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;How can I surpass this feeling of guilt, regret&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and confusion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Why do I have this nature of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;pleasing others&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;than myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I have this feeling of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guilt &lt;/span&gt;towards THEM. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;why can't I do things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;which I could actually do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;why can't I alleviate from their expectations more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;                                                                                 than anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;why can't I express my anger towards somebody instead of keeping it on my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't live to please you all, i hate doing this. . but whatever step I look forward to,&lt;br /&gt;still I go back with the satisfaction of my ego. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I am a kind of person, evading to be hurt . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;holding my temperament,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;So please, look your step before entering my world &lt;/span&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;calm,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;solemn,vibrant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;like flowing water . .&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;you're good but if you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm even&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;BETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&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/6183842790915589320-9091306207547419475?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9091306207547419475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183842790915589320&amp;postID=9091306207547419475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/9091306207547419475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/9091306207547419475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-myself-how-can-i-surpass-this.html' title='whoops! glance of confusion'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SfViySzsXXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/R7KogUgMfjE/s72-c/teenagers_dilemma_midsize.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-6500866791036165192</id><published>2008-12-02T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:43:16.326-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days . . .'/><title type='text'>Thanks for helping me walk . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/STXaA13xswI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9hHL8RRaDVQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275362246530282242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/STXaA13xswI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9hHL8RRaDVQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In my three years of existence in the portals of this institution, I undergone &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tortures&lt;/span&gt; which rattles my ego and shaken my fidelity . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;from my focus in stu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dies down to the people I met with different kinds of personalities . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Confusion and doubts built in the chosen profession . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, I have this idea, " am I ready for a year to come and finally indulged with the profession i preferred to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hai, am I ready for this tiresome yet "noble" profession as it quotes? an agent of generation y ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;will I be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;contented of my usual lifestyle? I guess, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must go beyond with whatmy mind dictates me to do, imprisoning my thought is a manifestation of stagnant aloof expedition. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how am I??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I have some regrets today? everything changed, indeed! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;lifestyles&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ADJUSTMENT !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for life in here is a survival . . .I underwent much of these sufferings - ups and downs of life even being conceited. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my journey, I was trapped by astonishing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;stopovers&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;u-turns&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;traffics&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which reach the point that I was confused which light I should follow . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there are moments to surrender ; the feeling when the world tried to uphold me yet I can't walk onward. . .&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopeless;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Abounding endeavors of human existence gilding toward me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life is a challenge I ought to face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Afterall, there was one who never neglected me - above all He let me hold on Him . . .'just kneel to HIm and call HIs name -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; JESUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;THanks for helping me walk . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/6183842790915589320-6500866791036165192?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6500866791036165192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183842790915589320&amp;postID=6500866791036165192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/6500866791036165192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/6500866791036165192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-for-helping-me-walk.html' title='Thanks for helping me walk . . .'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/STXaA13xswI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9hHL8RRaDVQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-8816795185063317898</id><published>2008-10-19T03:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:55:36.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Self- reliance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SPsD3U0cR6I/AAAAAAAAADs/vEcHR7UzaK0/s1600-h/ket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SPsD3U0cR6I/AAAAAAAAADs/vEcHR7UzaK0/s320/ket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258801238901540770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are metamorphose created and to live with someone. We are expected to do what is right in the society expected to blend in the crowd of anonimity. For what is the sole purpose of this? to gain balance in the world of men? A balance which bads to the conformity of every individual, hence, where is now the individuality of every man? but it only resides in the ideal concept's of man's heart. The human person is to be happy and a free being; expressing himself in his own way and deeds, but what the society dictates to us is to trash all these important desire that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     Self-reliance, a God-given gift ; serves as impetus to believe in ourselves. It is trusting our instincts and intuitions. Man as a product of change must build with in himself confidence and take risks. We sometimes feel an outcast, like round pegs on square holes. There's nothing wrong with it, however, as social beings we wanted to belong, to feel in touch with people, cliquer became our comfort zones, we tried to cling on to something for support. It is unknown for us that the eal strenght comes from with in. I have to be true; to do what gives me happiness the most. rules, norms , fads and trends, they are all but a nuisance to my self-exploration. conversation thwarts my way to the truth about my person. Therefore, I have to transcend with what is expected from me.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183842790915589320-8816795185063317898?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8816795185063317898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183842790915589320&amp;postID=8816795185063317898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/8816795185063317898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/8816795185063317898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/self-reliance.html' title='Self- reliance'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SPsD3U0cR6I/AAAAAAAAADs/vEcHR7UzaK0/s72-c/ket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-1082714725218233496</id><published>2008-10-09T05:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:08:12.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SO3wypJcOgI/AAAAAAAAADc/wimjT1Yvjg0/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255121093040814594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SO3wypJcOgI/AAAAAAAAADc/wimjT1Yvjg0/s320/12.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Point of oblivion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imprisoned by solitude,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With greatest turmoil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SO3wNPcyx5I/AAAAAAAAADU/NABmEbgnq6g/s1600-h/ket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255120450487502738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="126" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SO3wNPcyx5I/AAAAAAAAADU/NABmEbgnq6g/s320/ket.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Calling from above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Indissolubility,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Passion to one's faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183842790915589320-1082714725218233496?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1082714725218233496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183842790915589320&amp;postID=1082714725218233496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/1082714725218233496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/1082714725218233496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SO3wypJcOgI/AAAAAAAAADc/wimjT1Yvjg0/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-6688541898380252102</id><published>2008-09-28T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:25:48.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A peculiar smile</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a poignant beauteous lady of Almond palace, subterfuge the heart of men in the town nearby the village of Altis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183842790915589320-6688541898380252102?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6688541898380252102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183842790915589320&amp;postID=6688541898380252102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/6688541898380252102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/6688541898380252102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/peculiar-smile.html' title='A peculiar smile'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-6315332384943355007</id><published>2008-09-25T04:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T04:23:58.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vita E' Bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SPsF1nLyqAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oGjYtqOLS1A/s1600-h/shien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SPsF1nLyqAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oGjYtqOLS1A/s320/shien.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258803408494831618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life Is Beautiful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Italian: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;La vita è bella&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) is a &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;1997 Italian Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Italian language" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Italian_language"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; film  which tells the story of a &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Jewish Italian&lt;/span&gt;, Guido Orefice (played by &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Roberto Benigni&lt;/span&gt;, who  also directed and co-wrote the film), who must learn how to use his fertile  imagination to help his son survive their internment in a &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Nazi concentration camp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A. Outline/ Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;* There was a happy family who live life peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;* There was a couple named Guido and D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ora&lt;/span&gt; his wife with his son named Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;* They were riding a bicycle everyday going to their respective works.&lt;br /&gt;* One day, in Joshua's birthday, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dora&lt;/span&gt; came at home to celebrate her son's &lt;br /&gt;   special day,nobody was around.&lt;br /&gt;* Guido and His son were opt to send to other place because they were Jews.&lt;br /&gt;* Adora ran after the train to see her family&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; arriving at the destined place, they were made slaves and let them carry&lt;br /&gt;   heavy loads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;and gadgets as in they were totally subjugated.&lt;br /&gt;* The son was wondering and was astonished of the people around him, however,&lt;br /&gt;  his dad told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;him that they were just playing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whoever gets&lt;/span&gt; a thousand  &lt;br /&gt;  points will be the winner.&lt;br /&gt;* During the slavery of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gudio&lt;/span&gt; he met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; intelligent doctor whom he met before &lt;br /&gt;  when they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;were in their hometown; the Doctor helped him to lessen his burden,&lt;br /&gt;  he became &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;a waiter in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;restaurant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;* The war has dawned; Guido can't stood up with the pressure of whom he gonna&lt;br /&gt;  save first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;whether his son or his wife.&lt;br /&gt;* Unfortunately, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gudio&lt;/span&gt; was caught by the soldiers and lead to his death&lt;br /&gt;* The following day, as promised by Guido to his son, the tank had come, the&lt;br /&gt;  game was over, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;and they proclaimed as winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guido&lt;br /&gt;a clowning Jewish waiter; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;a man with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;principle&lt;/span&gt;; wise enough that he conquer all of the thrilling events for his son . He divulged bravery as he hid the reality to his son by creating fanciful stories out of his wild imagination. He was a clever father for he can provide immediate actions in every trouble that they happened to encounter. All of his acts, simply manifest an ever loving husband to his wife so was a loving father to his son. His means of fighting wasn't through physical battle but a great wisdom as his weapon. There was a particular principle behind every decision he made. He sustained optimism till the end . " One day evrthing will be all rigth". a highlight of his statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dora&lt;br /&gt;amidst of precarious event shown out a woman of dignity, elevated by compassion toward her son and husband. She was a palpable beateous wife of Guido. Behind her calmnesswas the eagerness to complete her family. Her image appears modest despite of her family abounding life; beholden by her simple desire to live together with Guido and Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua&lt;br /&gt;a smart son ; packed of learning made by his curiosity. he did not reserve words for some time and to think he was on his childhood, he had been an inquisitiveof all the things happened around him. He was so cute and attractive ; from the roots of his hair down to the tip of his toe telling that he was indeed a handsome son. The piece of his face conformed with the intelligence and cleverness that he has. By the end appeared an image of vigorous and brave mature individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinematography&lt;br /&gt;It was a classical film, way back 1960's in that the setting appeared to be first-rated; complemented with the antediluvian pictures used. The machineries were not so modernized and even the buildings were made mainly for the war. The opposing countries were after of their territories. The antique gadgets used in war manifest that that the shooting of the film happened many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one is bestowed with dignity. let this be a uide in every decision that we make. Sometimes , our sadness and fears are better to be kept than to shout out for our love ones. We are getting our strength from them , we must be optimistic in facing thwarts of our lives; after a storm is a rainbow that will pour your life with teeming blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183842790915589320-6315332384943355007?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6315332384943355007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183842790915589320&amp;postID=6315332384943355007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/6315332384943355007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/6315332384943355007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='La Vita E&apos; Bella'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SPsF1nLyqAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oGjYtqOLS1A/s72-c/shien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-1266716385269612878</id><published>2008-09-21T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:20:54.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Astonishing T'nalak Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SN2YZ1-WIXI/AAAAAAAAABU/yY4p-wGztyE/s1600-h/ket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250520310336594290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SN2YZ1-WIXI/AAAAAAAAABU/yY4p-wGztyE/s320/ket.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SN2X-eqjDJI/AAAAAAAAABM/VwUxbHBVuBw/s1600-h/shie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250519840223071378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="120" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SN2X-eqjDJI/AAAAAAAAABM/VwUxbHBVuBw/s320/shie.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;T'nalak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; festival promotes a great array of culture which serves as the emblem of South &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cotabato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;. It manifests the way of living , traditions, and beliefs that are incomparable to its neighboring provinces. the celebration gives joy to all South &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cotabatanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; amidst the crisis that people are facing all at this moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;T'nalak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; festival is a week-long celebration of bewildering activities including the repertoire of talents and beauties with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; fabulous apparel and gowns. Showcasing the different flashing of fireworks; breath-taking in that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; was astonished with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;T'nalak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; festival aims to give thanks for the progressive development of this province and reap the fruit of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;success owing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; to a unified people of South &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cotabato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183842790915589320-1266716385269612878?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1266716385269612878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183842790915589320&amp;postID=1266716385269612878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/1266716385269612878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/1266716385269612878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/astonishing-tnalak-festival.html' title='Astonishing T&apos;nalak Festival'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SN2YZ1-WIXI/AAAAAAAAABU/yY4p-wGztyE/s72-c/ket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183842790915589320.post-4774415912445518208</id><published>2008-09-14T21:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:21:33.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>juxtaposing,..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amidst the feelings of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fullness&lt;/span&gt; of life, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stands&lt;/span&gt; an incomparable human being; elevated with confidence and stability. It is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt; of burden , the fulfillment of hard-earned struggle and attainment of success in life. A person's eagerness to sustain the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pitter-patter&lt;/span&gt; of external outlook that alters human perception. Indulging to an expression; worry no more rather optimism came through. It is like a full-bloomed flower that is free from any thorns, live lively and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;productively&lt;/span&gt;. Apart from it, showers fragrance that elicits laughter to everyone. A feeling which is shared and lasts. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It is like the meeting of heaven and earth as the ocean's waves gushing forth during sunset ; a horizon where in people is in oblivion. A blatant feeling of being in solitude ; looking for the antediluvian key along the crooked path to solve the puzzle behind. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183842790915589320-4774415912445518208?l=shiennalyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4774415912445518208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183842790915589320&amp;postID=4774415912445518208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/4774415912445518208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183842790915589320/posts/default/4774415912445518208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiennalyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/happiness.html' title='juxtaposing,..'/><author><name>shienna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15635858308348389341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6h1u53f67U/SUNhHLgVRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BXgAK1lG6BM/S220/photo_1_e6583554beb8ce3a7a07853f75d5ef04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
