<?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-3276491451522769545</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:30:45.589-07:00</updated><category term='sfd celebration in Gensan'/><category term='SFD &apos;08 in Gensan'/><category term='SFD &apos;08'/><title type='text'>~s-A-n-r-i-O~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-1555401992680244603</id><published>2009-04-14T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:42:56.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Still the One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's wrong about today? I felt very awkward today. I just woke up early to find myself in a coma. I did not pay attention&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; to the time, I was awake in an hour but still I'm not in the mood to start the day. It feels tired to see myself walking around and got nothing to do. ..then suddenly i snap back to reality and hey! tomorrow is April 15 and that's the day you've committed to have a demo on STI ..and so? I turned on the pc and start doing my thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;..BUT BUT BUT..hey..I did not notice that April 14 comes before April 15 and yes! It's the 14th of the month of April. And then? So what? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...I met a heartache.THANK YOU :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;It hurts to see that he's no longer the one I've been loving for so long. Did I? Am I really in this feeling of hurt? Am I? Maybe it's not yet over for me but for him, we're totally over. Much longer than what I've been expecting for to overcome circumstances like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're still the one and I'll be your fore 'coz together will be one, one for each other "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;....but now I'll still be the fore but you're not the one and we'll no longer be the one for each other ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I'm still stuck here with the ghost of what we used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I'm only left with used-to-be's and once upon a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I'm still here where you left me lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I'm still the one who cares but no longer the one to love you even more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I MUST STOP THIS MESS. &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/3276491451522769545-1555401992680244603?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1555401992680244603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=1555401992680244603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/1555401992680244603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/1555401992680244603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-still-one.html' title='You&apos;re Still the One'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-5068232236931272952</id><published>2009-04-13T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:39:27.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn, I Still Feel the Same..</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it still matters to me but I do feel a lot more like excitement when my YM prompts that I have a new comment from him in my FS account. At first I sad, like duh? &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I'm busy doing my demo..but then here I go again doing this weirdo stuff and like whoa ... I am now replying to his comments .. and he's doing it vice versa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FS account and he's looks like a chat area Box.. We teased each other like no one sees us. Damn great but I know it's not this heavy. The feeling isn't yet gone but it's not that much to fight for. I guess :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing of him will be kept but it's over..totally over... He asked for my phone number and I'm now in cloud nine :) Sorry, but it felt that way. It's a bit confusing that my heart beats faster than usual, Oh yeahh ...ka egat nako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna stay in this moment for a while, it feels good but I'm totally hands off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276491451522769545-5068232236931272952?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/5068232236931272952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=5068232236931272952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/5068232236931272952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/5068232236931272952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-i-still-feel-same.html' title='Damn, I Still Feel the Same..'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-3932847946838830594</id><published>2009-04-09T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:32:07.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Up My Mind; It's better off this way..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got to the final plan that I'm going to Cebu, and YES! it's a very BIG YES!! I think it would be better for me to be away from GenSan after grad. I am so happy &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;that my parents agreed to it the second time around. To Rai, I felt very sorry about the disappointment I've caused her, but I guess I just made it set back again. The plans we've made will surely come into action! Oh YES! It excites me more everyday but still I'm gonna try applying here in GenSan. I love it here but I wanna grow, to be more mature as what I suppose to be. I know God will guide me and that I will be responsible for myself. I told aldwin once.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"puslan man diba?"&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&gt;This idea made me accomplish this task to brought out to my parents about my plan. I hope I will deserve this escape of my life. I must grow out for I know I have so many responsibilities to accomplish. My family isn't that good to look at but these trials made me strong. It's where I get my strength to move on and be strong for them. I will right back what is wrong but if not, I will try to minimize the friction right now. Just give me some time to prove it and I will really do it. I will be strong especially for my Mom and my Bro; they're the only treasure that I got that I must defend in all trials. I will be their shield and to my Dad; my biological Dad, I just hope it's not yet too late for you to see that I am worth more than your money. My Papang Bel who's been supportive to me and gave me love as a father; I hope someday you'll see me paint the colors that I really want to do. I will make you be proud of me. I promise that to myself. Hope all of you will be at my back everytime I need a face that tells me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Kaya nimo na Rang! Ikaw pa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/3276491451522769545-3932847946838830594?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3932847946838830594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=3932847946838830594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/3932847946838830594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/3932847946838830594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2009/04/making-up-my-mind-its-better-off-this.html' title='Making Up My Mind; It&apos;s better off this way..'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-5573628905256460428</id><published>2009-04-09T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T05:54:35.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it OVER?</title><content type='html'>And it's such a miracle that you and me&lt;br /&gt;are still good friends&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool ...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: magma din&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: sa msu ako&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: uhm? MABUTI ...&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: gagaling ka sa SKUL namin  heheh&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: hehe&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: pano gani ako magenrol dun&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: san ka?&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: ung mga letter ?&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: punta ka sa MSU hi skul. try mo Inquire dun..dun kasi ang graduate skul ehh&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: san ako? -- sa bhay namin sa lagao&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: aw&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: mag enrol ka na agad pla?&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: sana&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: awts..go...start ka na inquire ehh..habang summer pa...samok nman gud na pag me klase na..&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: aw&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: ok&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: sure&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: xenxa&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: mejo daming ginagawa&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: aw..okie lang oi..gowahead &lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: yung mga letter ba&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: uhm? imo na to&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: ayaw mo na nun?&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: dili bitaw..itago sa..&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: aw&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: bka lumipat ako&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: kay habang wala ko dre sa blay..murag mas safe xa dnha sa imo..dra lang sa..dili man kaha nimo sunugon?&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: pag nakabili&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: pero matagal pa&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: paro&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: maginventory kasi ako&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: dili man pud&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: sa unsa sad?&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: grbe &lt;br /&gt;Rang2: inventory?&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: haha&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: sa mga gamit nako&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: char..salmat sa inventory jud imong term ha? makakurat man sad ka&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: aw..bitaw..itago lng sa&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: bka sa 2nd balik ko nlng sa Gensan kunin if settled nako sa Cebu  ha? iapil lang sa na sa imong inventory&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: xur&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho is typing a message.&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: oi&lt;br /&gt;moonmagesho: exit muna ako&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276491451522769545-5573628905256460428?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/5573628905256460428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=5573628905256460428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/5573628905256460428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/5573628905256460428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-over.html' title='Is it OVER?'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-3319116528696777620</id><published>2009-03-23T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:39:09.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna leave soon</title><content type='html'>It's like a quick jump into reality that sudden blood came to stop my breathing. I can't explain how I feel right now. I just talked to my parents about my decision of going to Cebu after April and now, it was like ...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                .."Nganu magpa May pa man ka? Unsa may dugayon nimo dnhi?" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? I'll be leaving Gensan by the 1st week of April. I couldn't be at any highschool party nor celebrating my birthday with my friends. Now, I've been thinking of that guy that keeps me waiting all these time. There's this big part of my heart that looks after him and that I could no longer see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should take responsiblities by now and I know, it's the right thing to do. To go away and start a life that I could hang up to. I have decided to go far away from all of these setup that I'm into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life will now go upside down, hope I could manage it well..I feel so locked upside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276491451522769545-3319116528696777620?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3319116528696777620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=3319116528696777620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/3319116528696777620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/3319116528696777620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-gonna-leave-soon.html' title='I&apos;m gonna leave soon'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-8976933535209588651</id><published>2009-03-22T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T07:32:39.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reality Awaits</title><content type='html'>Nakapag-usap kami ng Nanay ng taong minahal ko ng sobra before, and now.. we're just two very diffirent people that something never happened in the past between us.&lt;br /&gt;Our love story was all I ever wanted and wished for to have a happy ending but life isn't that simple and it ended up hanging on a thread. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: HI RANG MUSTA NA? &lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: graduating ka na?&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: OPO TITA &lt;br /&gt;Rang2: graduation ko po this 30&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: wow&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: congrats&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: thanks po&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: ok&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: c champ sa 28&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: and may work na agad xa&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: natanggap xa sa hope&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: waw...mabuti nman po.asan din xa work?&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: HOPE XTIAN SKUL&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: math teacher&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: hmm..ano tinuturuan nia?&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: elementary muna&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: ahmm...kelan po xa start ng work?&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: baka sa opening na pina submit na xa ng medical&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: waw...hehe..good for him..teacher na tlga xa &lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: oo nga, happy kami&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: mabait na po ba xa?hehe&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: oo naman&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: tanggap xa kahit under board pa&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: oo nga po...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: good boy na&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: mabuti nman po &lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: ako hahanap pa ng work.&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: ano handa mo sa graduation?&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: ahaha..hindi ko po alam..titingnan lng kung ano  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: ok rang congrats n lng ha&lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: babay&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: okay po &lt;br /&gt;Rang2: thank you &lt;br /&gt;Rang2: paki congrats nlng din po ako kay Champ &lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: &lt;br /&gt;Emilia Luz Veruasa: ok, ill tell him&lt;br /&gt;Rang2: thanks po&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realize .. my status message was : "it must have been love, BUT IT WAS OVER NOW"&lt;br /&gt;her status message was : "it must have been GOOD, BUT I LOST IT SOMEHOW"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..it was just the next line of the song.. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276491451522769545-8976933535209588651?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8976933535209588651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=8976933535209588651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/8976933535209588651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/8976933535209588651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2009/03/reality-awaits.html' title='The Reality Awaits'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-8142292251242676612</id><published>2009-03-21T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T05:31:53.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIFE HAS JUST BEGUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am I really in love?Is this really happening to me? I never cared for someone &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;like this before. Someone so strange yet I feel so much peace when I got near him.&lt;br /&gt;My whole life after the break up I had caused me too much pain, and now I'm still in pain.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Iiwan mo na ako? Wala eh, wala nay mag-alaga sa ako" ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pwede dili sya mag-ana? pinapalala nya lang ang sitwasyon ko... This message was still in my inbox, and it's like days ago since it was been there. I always keep our simple SMS conversations, I just read it everytime I feel like missing him so badly.&lt;br /&gt;He just don't know what he's been doing to me lately. He's never been aware of how I see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Babalik naman ako eh, babalikan naman kita.Kawawa ka naman wala nang mag-aalaga sa'yo..Pero for now, I have to go..Just be independent"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I hate what I'm feeling for him, I think I am so transparent in all aspects. I couldn't even wonder how could I ever say those words to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Being indepedent is a step up for me, wag mo akong kakalimutan ha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....MY GOD..If he only knew...I was waiting for him..that I really love him and that I couldn't even let each moment pass not having a simple glimpse for him....He's been my lullaby to sleep at night, he's been around my head since that moment he let me slept in his shoulders for almost two hours because I did not have a healthy sleep that night before in hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sabi nga ni Pia :&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Nadala ka lang sa ganda ng katawan nya, Mhuy&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sabi ni Dwin :&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Namamanyak ka lang sa kanya..Hahaha&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sabi ni John:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Pervert ka talaga, Pervs!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;sabi ni Ayen:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Hahaha..but-an xa gwaps&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh yeah! hindi nga naman talaga sya pogi and yes..super ganda ng katawan nia..pero I think I really love him...I love staring at him for so long, at most times, I always got caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the brighter side of it..&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nasakpan ko nia kay gusto sad ko nia tan-awon..&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every passing moment that I came to see him, I just loose my nerves and I couldn't speak well. He's been looking at my eyes every time we talk and it gives me butterflies in the stomach. My feelings for him grow everytime I see him or everytime I'm away from him. I have no choice but to fall in love with him.He's been always in my mind and it kills me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality grows fast, and soon enough I will be making my own move and it's too bad to think that it's away from him. And maybe later on he'll find someone who could love him and give what he deserves and I think that's the greatest heartache I could ever receive at the moment I'll go back in Gensan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just still cling on that moment that I could have him on my graduation party and lastly on my birthday party. Then, it's the end and I could no longer see him for so long. He'll always be my pet. He will stay special for me and for that half a sem, he's been giving me priceless bliss even it takes a look for him fifty meters away. In the middle of the crowd I look for him and I still think of him every moment of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Wala jud magtuo sa ako ba"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Mahadlok man gud sila sa imo.Hahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..just a simple conversation between us on that outreach program just yesterday. We talk on reading each others' lips because we're almost five meters away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumapit sya saken at sabay sabi &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"May tubig ka yaya? Uhaw na ako masyado ba"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sabi ko &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Wala bya pet, uminom lang kami ng softdrinks sa me tindahan kanina ni Tintin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Oh God! If alam ko lang, eh di sana nagdala nlng ako ng isang galong tubig!...&lt;br /&gt;kahapon, umuwi kami ng hindi ako naga Babay sa kanya..haiz..nagmamadali naman kasi si Pia sa pagtawag nung tricycle eh. Ang sakit sakit naman neto..hindi ko alam san ako lulugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do, i just think of him and all the way I do I wish I could see him. He's been so special to me and I think that's all I've been going up to.&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/3276491451522769545-8142292251242676612?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/8142292251242676612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=8142292251242676612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/8142292251242676612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/8142292251242676612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life-has-just-begun.html' title='MY LIFE HAS JUST BEGUN'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-3183425042911604917</id><published>2009-03-03T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:01:23.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Seductive and Ruthless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredibly wise and perceptive. You have a lot of life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural peacemaker, and you are especially good at helping others get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But keeping the peace in your own life is not easy. You see things very differently, and it's hard to get you to budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276491451522769545-3183425042911604917?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/3183425042911604917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=3183425042911604917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/3183425042911604917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/3183425042911604917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-your-names-hidden-meaning.html' title='What&apos;s Your Name&apos;s Hidden Meaning?'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-2496095958215686736</id><published>2009-02-14T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:43:54.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Valentines Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a Valentines Day..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was so long ago that my first valentines day was exactly my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; monthsary with my ex-boyfriend..(Oh GOSH!) …pero I think it was so loooonnnngg ago na to haunt my memories.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;LATELY…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I mean..LAST NIGHT!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That was so awesome.. I had the people that makes my life complete.I enjoyed the night. I never expected to be as happy as that. The crowd is so cool. It was the most cool house party ever! I’m with my friends…AND IT ROCKS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276491451522769545-2496095958215686736?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/2496095958215686736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=2496095958215686736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/2496095958215686736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/2496095958215686736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-valentines-day.html' title='On a Valentines Day..'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-5020350545814093673</id><published>2009-01-01T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:38:48.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January the 1st</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; Another year has passed and I’m&lt;/span&gt; still &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;here. I have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; goodbye in all the tears&lt;/span&gt; I’ve been going through. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can be what I wanted&lt;/span&gt; to be. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I will make my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;own path and even&lt;/span&gt; alone, I &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;have to fight for what is right. For I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;know, time will be the&lt;/span&gt; best &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;healer. I started&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;make my life as colorful&lt;/span&gt; as it is. I &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;started it with my&lt;/span&gt; nails. I could&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; get a long the sadness&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;staring as what I call the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“kikay nails”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Sigh..I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just love what’s hap&lt;/span&gt;pening.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;could get along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276491451522769545-5020350545814093673?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/5020350545814093673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=5020350545814093673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/5020350545814093673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/5020350545814093673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-1st.html' title='January the 1st'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-1105291034861872843</id><published>2008-12-22T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:50:47.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFTER 486 DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;Finally, I came to the point of realizing my worth. A big slap to my face was last night. I was not supposed to be hurt. Happiness and hurt are at the same place and at the same time. I swear to myself that I should be over all the circumstances I’ve been going through. Something has to put to end, even though beginning of this ending crashes me. I am not worth the pain and I will leave all along in spite all the investments I made. I just want to keep myself strong against these waves. I feel like drowning and I could no longer see the shores. I want to right back what is wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(~the color of your shirt last night~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/3276491451522769545-1105291034861872843?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1105291034861872843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=1105291034861872843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/1105291034861872843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/1105291034861872843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-486-days.html' title='AFTER 486 DAYS'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-2574783866770650738</id><published>2008-12-18T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:34:58.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want My Loveletters Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I gave it to you for some reasons that you asked for it. I kept it all the way that reminds me of a heartache I just don’t know how to mend. I never asked for another someone to kiss me goodnight. To ask for a chocolate ice cream every time a tooth left his mouth. I love preparing lunch with you and make me ask more from you. I gave you all the best that I could give in all the way I do. My heart never stops loving you even though I could no longer see you. Apart from you hurt me a lot but still I told myself to hate you after all the pain I got. I want back the love letters you gave. For I know, as where I go, I’ll be bringing all of it in my back. I hope I could let you read this but for now, I just feel you’re in another world which is very far from mine. And I could no longer ask another answer from you and it hurts me a lot.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nrm.co.nz/Champ%20Logo_sign%20new.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276491451522769545-2574783866770650738?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/2574783866770650738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=2574783866770650738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/2574783866770650738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/2574783866770650738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-my-loveletters-back.html' title='I Want My Loveletters Back'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-6348436267411891962</id><published>2008-12-05T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T05:54:04.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Is it Like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(~questionnaire~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276339284389725218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/STlSn7h9BCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yZkUCdjKKGY/s200/DSC_0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how is it like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;talking to someone just when you feel like talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how is it like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fighting fearlessly when it seems that the world's against them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how is it like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; laughing your heart out when nonsense humour's in the air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how is it like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; crying together when seeing sad movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how is it like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; singing with them 'till you lose your breath eventhough you sound out out of tune?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how is it like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, listening to their crazy stories though you're teacher's is in the middle of his lecture???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how is it like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to someone at your back though you can't see anyone in front of you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; having FRIENDS??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(~answers~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276341116018401314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/STlUSi4QoCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AwwjFWevjU8/s200/DSC_0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;irst times never come so easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;esent the fact that I lie honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n doubts beneath the bliss came crashing too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ntice thy hearts packed us though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;either on tears that was shed nor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;andy Feelings that leaved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tirred lunatic creeps haunts me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;over me up just like a snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tinerary never comes with a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ick me up at six never gone sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or should I say it so? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;~Friendship~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276491451522769545-6348436267411891962?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/6348436267411891962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=6348436267411891962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/6348436267411891962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/6348436267411891962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-is-it-like.html' title='How Is it Like?'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/STlSn7h9BCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yZkUCdjKKGY/s72-c/DSC_0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-7646736990091920617</id><published>2008-11-29T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:21:32.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When There Was Me and You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought you were my fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A dream when I'm not sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's coming true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But everybody else could tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When there was me and you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/STEgEiRGx7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/NJ3vNJb-NZw/s1600-h/SUCHaFOOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274031900917680050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/STEgEiRGx7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/NJ3vNJb-NZw/s200/SUCHaFOOL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I swore I knew the melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That I heard you singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And when you smiled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You made me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like I could sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But then you went and changed the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now my heart is empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm only left with used-to-be's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And once upon a song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I know your not a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And dreams were meant for sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And wishes on a star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just don't come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause now even I can tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I liked the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When there was me and you&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/3276491451522769545-7646736990091920617?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/7646736990091920617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=7646736990091920617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/7646736990091920617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/7646736990091920617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-there-was-me-and-you.html' title='When There Was Me and You'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/STEgEiRGx7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/NJ3vNJb-NZw/s72-c/SUCHaFOOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-4630015327641223411</id><published>2008-11-27T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:22:58.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances of catching a lightning..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.smarter.com/blogs/lightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.smarter.com/blogs/lightning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just too much to be true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yet I can see my life crashing through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was into deep&lt;/span&gt; that came &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; suddenly to my mind about everything&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; I’ve learned&lt;/span&gt; when I was with you. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Two years&lt;/span&gt; still ain’t enough to face what I’ve been moving up to. I think it’s only the matter of making up my mind.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; I could hardly explain&lt;/span&gt; what I’ve done. I was never enough yet something left for me undone. Beneath my imperfections in life, I was just trying to be so cool. It came all the while. Hurtle &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;pour likes rain&lt;/span&gt; and I was drowning for it now. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was too much of everything&lt;/span&gt; and I know it was all I’ve been living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276491451522769545-4630015327641223411?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4630015327641223411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=4630015327641223411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/4630015327641223411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/4630015327641223411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2008/11/chances-of-catching-lightning_27.html' title='Chances of catching a lightning..'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-5077035716179426148</id><published>2008-11-24T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:58:34.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KIPLING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want to stare at you, you know that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I really love the way we look on each others eyes’. It’s so sweet. I am three days away from you. I’ve been missing you a lot. Though I know I’ll leave you soon, you just left me undone. Realize my worth coz’ I can’t take it anymore. I could no longer deny to myself that I’ve been looking for you time after time. I can’t help to smile when I look at you. My blood is rushing towards my brain that makes my heart beats faster. Oh see?? It’s a wonderful bliss that you came into my life with a surprise. I was amazed by that smile. I love to hold you near..those fingertips that caressed me as I go to sleep..ohhhh so sweet. I’ve been exclusively dreaming you night after night. I wanna go near you..wanna see you smile like you’ve been doing before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;And now I wanna write you a poem so here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; I love the way we look on each other’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;Feel damn so right tonight&lt;br /&gt;Odd bliss that excites my day&lt;br /&gt;Never regrets why I’ve felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness that traps me kept me undone&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s you I’ve been looking for all the while&lt;br /&gt;Yes, oh it’s so you&lt;br /&gt;Only for me to find things that crashes me too&lt;br /&gt;Untold stories might help though&lt;br /&gt;Entraps my ideas that belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;Vanished tears may come and go&lt;br /&gt;Even though I missed you, don’t wanna let go &lt;a href="http://www.anonymousspace.com/albums/userpics/112625/Deviant_Art_Peep_Hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 156px; height: 154px;" alt="" src="http://www.anonymousspace.com/albums/userpics/112625/Deviant_Art_Peep_Hole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risk my thoughts that look at you&lt;br /&gt;Kept me all the while hurts me too&lt;br /&gt;Nearly dark brings me to you &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SSreJY1NQgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Oa_Tk44aQFA/s1600-h/emo017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily dropped down for me is true&lt;br /&gt;Waiting here, standing still insane&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I love to write your name&lt;br /&gt;Just as what I just did now and all the pain&lt;br /&gt;But can’t help to play with initials oh so vain!&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/3276491451522769545-5077035716179426148?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/5077035716179426148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=5077035716179426148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/5077035716179426148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/5077035716179426148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-want-to-stare-at-you-you-know.html' title='KIPLING'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-321927089636438995</id><published>2008-11-17T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T04:39:36.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEB 2.0 : (Changing Trends)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SSF3zRmHzkI/AAAAAAAAADI/eqXCvnzK0DE/s1600-h/web2.0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269624761780522562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SSF3zRmHzkI/AAAAAAAAADI/eqXCvnzK0DE/s320/web2.0.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Led to the development and evolution of web culture communities&lt;/span&gt;, the Web 2.0 indeed became a major key where business embraces the strengths of the web and uses is as a platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There are 3 parts of the Web 2.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; RIA - Rich Internet Application&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relates the buzzwords “Flash” and “Ajax” on which defines how we bring the experience from the desktop to the browser whether it is in a Graphical User Interface (GUI) point of view or a usability point of view (drag and drop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SOA - Service-Oriented Architecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Includes the Feeds, RSS, Web Services, Mash-ups&lt;br /&gt;This examines how web 2.0 applications expose its functionalities so that other applications can leverage and integrate the functionalities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Social Web &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;States that web 2.0 applications tend to interact more on the end-user. To be a participant whether it's on:&lt;br /&gt;- tagging&lt;br /&gt;- contributing to the wiki&lt;br /&gt;- doing blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In talking about the Web 2.0..&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 things you should be looking for in the technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ajax&lt;/span&gt; Support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- set of key technology able to create a rich user experience&lt;br /&gt;(web browsers) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Web Services&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;have a a language that it iterative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- you can easily add features&lt;br /&gt;- deploying new features&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;       Since deploying all features of the world wide web is at haze. There are some little details that made of everything that comes really big. Web 2.0 that serves as the standards on how media can come into every pc that connects to the internet and how cyber space had become the place for each and every enthusiast blogger fits its idea on the web. Business firms can find it easily sell their products over the web. The use of the softwares and the availability of the entire internet access could offer. The distance is no longer a problem, though solved, doesn’t mean perfectly done. Though it could me a lot, the web space can be the turning point on how certainties on this world can run to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276491451522769545-321927089636438995?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/321927089636438995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=321927089636438995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/321927089636438995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/321927089636438995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2008/11/web-20-changing-trends.html' title='WEB 2.0 : (Changing Trends)'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SSF3zRmHzkI/AAAAAAAAADI/eqXCvnzK0DE/s72-c/web2.0.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-4737271239136965138</id><published>2008-11-14T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:09:09.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Gangster Chic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SR5OIaBdrQI/AAAAAAAAACo/1PKd71OYCnQ/s1600-h/PICT0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268734520401440002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SR5OIaBdrQI/AAAAAAAAACo/1PKd71OYCnQ/s320/PICT0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; love the kicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mong the forty-fives and the sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eanwhile developing the punches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rt thou the knives and the sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ive me love, I ask back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ssist my emotion I could look wrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ever reverse what I told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;od gave me this among old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;evere damages might come&lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was everything yet to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ndowed emotion has yet to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ein my fear and clipped me undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oz’ &lt;/span&gt;helps me out to be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ave me all the way and I’ll do it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ntuitive rights deserves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aressed fingertips in all you do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276491451522769545-4737271239136965138?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/4737271239136965138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=4737271239136965138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/4737271239136965138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/4737271239136965138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-gangster-chic.html' title='I Am A Gangster Chic'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SR5OIaBdrQI/AAAAAAAAACo/1PKd71OYCnQ/s72-c/PICT0136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-1134357013654450520</id><published>2008-11-14T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:36:27.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUGHT BETWEEN MY PRIDE &amp; MY PROMISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SR2JCTTUAKI/AAAAAAAAACg/AhrnLXLYbhs/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268517811727368354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SR2JCTTUAKI/AAAAAAAAACg/AhrnLXLYbhs/s320/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never asked for another someone in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; after the break up I had. So it was the nightmare I thought would never come to an end. My life went upside down in all aspects; I thought I was to die without him in my life. Those sleepless nights that I thought was only to movies went into reality as it goes crashing like rain. Teardrops never stop yet stupid things come into my mind. Honestly, I’m such a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,(well, in fact as I define is; a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BAD GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; that doesn’t get caught) I’m a liar and I slit my wrist just to feel the physical pain and try to ignore the emotional pain. I never asked for anything and I made myself so busy that no one could see me in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think I was into extremes in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;NOT A PERFECT GIRL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and after that relationship I had, I never thought of committing again. A fear that bothers me as time goes by. I feel so sad about what went wrong; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he was everything I ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;write songs&lt;/span&gt; for me and burn it in a cd. We had &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;a diary&lt;/span&gt; that alternately filled, a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;scrapbook&lt;/span&gt; of every artwork we had, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;a gym&lt;/span&gt; that we could practice our taekwondo skills and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;a music room&lt;/span&gt; where we sang songs that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MADE US WHOLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Though time heals me and people let me realize my worth, the only world I built with someone went crashing through my veins that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could no longer breathe without him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276491451522769545-1134357013654450520?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/feeds/1134357013654450520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3276491451522769545&amp;postID=1134357013654450520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/1134357013654450520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/1134357013654450520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2008/11/caught-between-my-pride-my-promise.html' title='CAUGHT BETWEEN MY PRIDE &amp; MY PROMISE'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SR2JCTTUAKI/AAAAAAAAACg/AhrnLXLYbhs/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276491451522769545.post-2647405532485148764</id><published>2008-09-24T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:17:11.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SFD &apos;08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SFD &apos;08 in Gensan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sfd celebration in Gensan'/><title type='text'>Software Freedom Day '08 in GenSan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpbmZ_CqnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vD_v6G0oWnU/s1600-h/1_690400557l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249609031022193266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpbmZ_CqnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vD_v6G0oWnU/s320/1_690400557l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Indeed; A Successful Event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Simultaneously celebrated&lt;/span&gt; almost over the world, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Software Freedom Day&lt;/span&gt; was the key of having all of the schools in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;GenSan&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; cooperated as a team to have the event indeed a successful one. The minds of the young ones open up for an &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Open-Sourced Software.&lt;/span&gt; As early as pre-school, &lt;!--break--&gt;they are using the Linux as a learning tool for the development of the child as well as to be honest in using the softwares that are genuine. As licenses are concerns, almost all people of this country use systems that are not of 100% genuine. With the help of FOSS, more minds are open and the campaign for "go open" was widely accepted all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It’s very amazing that almost all of the people inside the auditorium are very much interested of the softwares that are open-sourced and using free softwares. The event added much excitement when the knowledge about FOSS was tested during the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-size:180%;" &gt;FOSS Race&lt;/span&gt;. An amazing race a-like game that needed team building of which members of each group came from different schools and only in that moment they started to think as a team, as one mind and as a cooperative team that made the event a successful one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3276491451522769545-2647405532485148764?l=summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/2647405532485148764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276491451522769545/posts/default/2647405532485148764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerlightcrestfall.blogspot.com/2008/09/software-freedom-day.html' title='Software Freedom Day &apos;08 in GenSan'/><author><name>summerlight crestfall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594397324711948426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpj7WoJVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/jRUk8D5XI5Q/S220/PICT0046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AdWQymhUpw/SNpbmZ_CqnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vD_v6G0oWnU/s72-c/1_690400557l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
