<?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-29548296</id><updated>2012-02-02T03:39:35.618+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Prose and Poetry'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Serye'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Random Webthings'/><category term='Word for the Day'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Review'/><title type='text'>phosphorescence</title><subtitle type='html'>The glow from the deep blue sea</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-1682708550577223785</id><published>2012-02-02T03:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T03:39:35.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gush! Comes the wave,&lt;br /&gt;Fleeting in disarray;&lt;br /&gt;The sand rolling over&lt;br /&gt;The beachface getting smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebbs, the Tide as Fire collides&lt;br /&gt;On a golden, glimmering path&lt;br /&gt;Like a brick road&lt;br /&gt;But where no one's at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once smothered by footsteps --&lt;br /&gt;Now ripples on pavement&lt;br /&gt;Beside the saline sea,&lt;br /&gt;Brewing a briny breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the troughs&lt;br /&gt;Trickles the Tide&lt;br /&gt;Will it rise again?&lt;br /&gt;It will.&lt;br /&gt;Will it rise again?&lt;br /&gt;It shan't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-1682708550577223785?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/1682708550577223785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=1682708550577223785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/1682708550577223785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/1682708550577223785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2012/02/gush-comes-wave-fleeting-in-disarray.html' title=''/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-5482623335177765453</id><published>2011-08-14T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:41:10.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Back to the Future</title><content type='html'>Goodness, it's been a long time since I last visited this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to create some cool layout for this blog, but thanks to constantly doing something else every other minute, I wonder if I still have the grip on HTML or CSS.  I've always wanted to blog about stuff.  I've opened accounts in countless hosts, post a few entries, then forget about them totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future, maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, alas, I cannot stay too long pondering.  Board exams are in 2 days, and I am yet to leaf through 400+ pages of the textbook.  So I must end abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-5482623335177765453?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/5482623335177765453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=5482623335177765453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5482623335177765453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5482623335177765453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-future.html' title='Back to the Future'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-8127948233211069537</id><published>2009-07-21T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:00:32.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One that Got Away</title><content type='html'>  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mark J. Macapagal (The Manila Times&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In your life, you'll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There's the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you're with...and the one that got away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who is the one that got away? I guess it's that person with who everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry, but the cards just didn't fall the right way, I suppose.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I believe in the fact that ending up with someone, finding a longtime partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person. I can actually argue that an equal part, or maybe even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing. It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little nice ties of giddy romance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How often have you gone through it without even realizing it? When you're not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn't matter who you're with, it just doesn't work. Small problems become big; inconsequentials become dealbreakers simply because you're not ready and it shows. It's not that you and the person you're with are no good; it's just that it's not yet right, and little things become the flashpoint of that fact&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then one day you're ready. You really are. And when this happens you'll be ready to settle down with someone. He or she may not be the most perfect, they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it'll work because you're ready. It'll work because it's the right time and you'll make it work. And it'll make sense, it really will.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So that day comes when you're finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want, and you've become ready because the time has truly arrived. And mind you, there's no telling when this day will come.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hopefully you're single but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids, it doesn't matter. All you know is that you've changed, and for some reason, the one that got away, is the first person you think about. You'll think about them because you'll wonder, "What if they were here today?" You'll wonder, "What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's what the one that got away is, the biggest "What if?" you'll have in your life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you're married, you'll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, no matter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the best of us. But hopefully you're mature enough to realize that you're already with the one you're with and this is just another test of your commitment, one which will just strengthen your marriage when you get past it.Sure, you'll think about him/her every so often, but it's alright. It's never nice to live with a "might have been," but it happens... Maybe the one that got away is the one who's already married. In which case it's the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you're old and gray and reminiscing. But if neither of that is the case, then it's different.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What do you do if it's not yet too late? Simple...find him, find her. Because the very existence of a "one that got away" means that you'll always wonder, what if you got that one? Ask him out to coffee, ask her out to a movie, it doesn't matter if you've dropped in from out of nowhere. You'd be surprised, you just might be "the one that got away" as well for the person who is your "the one that got away." You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won't make a difference.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If the timing is finally right, it'll all just fall into place somehow and you know, I'm thinking, it would be a great feeling, in the end, to be able to say to someone, "Hey you, you're the one that almost got away."    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-8127948233211069537?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/8127948233211069537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=8127948233211069537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/8127948233211069537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/8127948233211069537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-that-got-away.html' title='The One that Got Away'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-1908413514056470898</id><published>2009-02-02T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:01:41.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life to live</title><content type='html'>Like Takaki&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Mew&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(title inspired from Victory's "1 Life to Live" series)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-1908413514056470898?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/1908413514056470898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=1908413514056470898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/1908413514056470898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/1908413514056470898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-to-live.html' title='Life to live'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-2583051235409259622</id><published>2009-01-13T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:43:39.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we can love someone so much? How will we be able to handle it the day when we are separated?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And, if being separated is a part of life, and you know about separation well, iss it possible that we can love someone and never be afraid to lose them?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At the same time, is it possible that we can live our entire life without loving anyone at all?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Love of Siam&lt;br&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-2583051235409259622?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/2583051235409259622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=2583051235409259622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/2583051235409259622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/2583051235409259622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-of-day-1.html' title='Quote of the Day (1)'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-2732651746040876336</id><published>2008-12-29T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:10:31.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Tree are You?</title><content type='html'>Got this from Miko.  Find your birthday and its corresponding tree.&lt;br&gt;Then, see the meaning behind it below. Do you recognize yourself?&lt;br&gt;Dec 23 to Jan 01 	Apple Tree&lt;br&gt;Jan 02 to Jan 11 	Fir Tree&lt;br&gt;Jan 12 to Jan 24 	Elm Tree&lt;br&gt;Jan 25 to Feb 03 	Cypress Tree&lt;br&gt;Feb 04 to Feb 08 	Poplar Tree&lt;br&gt;Feb 09 to Feb 18 	Cedar Tree&lt;br&gt;Feb 19 to Feb 28 	Pine Tree&lt;br&gt;Mar 01 to Mar 10 	Weeping Willow Tree&lt;br&gt;Mar 11 to Mar 20 	Lime Tree&lt;br&gt;Mar 21 	Oak Tree&lt;br&gt;Mar 22 to Mar 31 	Hazelnut Tree&lt;br&gt;Apr 01 to Apr 10 	Rowan Tree&lt;br&gt;Apr 11 to Apr 20 	Maple Tree&lt;br&gt;Apr 21 to Apr 30  	Walnut Tree&lt;br&gt;May 01 to May 14 	Poplar Tree&lt;br&gt;May 15 to May 24 	Chestnut Tree&lt;br&gt;May 25 to Jun 03 	Ash Tree&lt;br&gt;Jun 04 to Jun 13 	Hornbeam Tree&lt;br&gt;Jun 14 to Jun 23 	Fig Tree&lt;br&gt;Jun 24 	Birch Tree&lt;br&gt;Jun 25 to Jul 04 	Apple Tree&lt;br&gt;Jul 05 to Jul 14 	Fir Tree&lt;br&gt;Jul 15 to Jul 25 	Elm Tree&lt;br&gt;Jul 26 to Aug 04 	Cypress Tree&lt;br&gt;Aug 05 to Aug 13 	Poplar Tree&lt;br&gt;Aug 14 to Aug 23 	Cedar Tree&lt;br&gt;Aug 24 to Sep 02 	Pine Tree&lt;br&gt;Sep 03 to Sep 12 	Weeping Willow Tree&lt;br&gt;Sep 13 to Sep 22 	Lime Tree&lt;br&gt;Sep 23 	Olive Tree&lt;br&gt;Sep 24 to Oct 03 	Hazelnut Tree&lt;br&gt;Oct 04 to Oct 13 	Rowan Tree&lt;br&gt;Oct 14 to Oct 23 	Maple Tree&lt;br&gt;Oct 24 to Nov 11 	Walnut Tree&lt;br&gt;Nov 12 to Nov 21 	Chestnut Tree&lt;br&gt;Nov 22 to Dec 01 	Ash Tree&lt;br&gt;Dec 02 to Dec 11 	Hornbeam Tree&lt;br&gt;Dec 12 to Dec 21 	Fig Tree&lt;br&gt;Dec 22 	Beech Tree&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;APPLE TREE (the Love) - of slight build, lots of charm, appeal, and attraction, pleasant aura, flirtatious, adventurous, sensitive, always in love, wants to love and be loved, faithful and tender partner, very generous, scientific talents, lives for today, a carefree philosopher with imagination.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ASH TREE (the Ambition) - uncommonly attractive, vivacious, impulsive, demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with fate, can be egotistic, very reliable and trustworthy, faithful and prudent lover, sometimes brains rule over the heart, but takes partnership very seriously.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BEECH TREE (the Creative) - has good taste, concerned about its looks, materialistic, good organization of life and career, economical, good leader, takes no unnecessary risks, reasonable, splendid lifetime companion, keen on keeping fit (diets, sports, etc.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BIRCH TREE (the inspiration) - vivacious, attractive, elegant, friendly, unpretentious, modest, does not like anything in excess, abhors the vulgar, loves life in nature and in calm, not very passionate, full of imagination, little ambition, creates a calm and content atmosphere.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;CEDAR TREE (the Confidence) - of rare beauty, knows how to adapt, likes luxury, of good health, not in the least shy, tends to look down on others, self-confident, determined, impatient, likes to impress others, many talents, industrious, healthy optimism, waiting for the one true love, able to make quick decisions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; CHESTNUT TREE (the Honesty) - of unusual beauty, does not want to impress, well-developed sense of justice, vivacious, interested, a born diplomat, but irritates easily and sensitive in company, often due to a lack of self confidence, acts sometimes superior, feels not understood loves only once, has difficulties in finding a partner. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;CYPRESS TREE (the Faithfulness) - strong, muscular, adaptable, takes what life has to give, content, optimistic, craves money and acknowledgment, hates loneliness, passionate lover which cannot be satisfied, faithful, quick-tempered, unruly, pedantic, and careless.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ELM TREE (the Noble-mindedness) - pleasant shape, tasteful clothes, modest demands, tends not to forgive mistakes, cheerful, likes to lead but not to obey, honest and faithful partner, likes making decisions for others, noble-minded, generous, good sense of humor, practical.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FIG TREE (the Sensibility) - very strong, a bit self-willed, independent, does not allow contradiction or arguments, loves life, its family, children and animals, a bit of a social butterfly, good sense of humor, likes idleness and laziness, of practical talent and intelligence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FIR TREE (the Mysterious) - extraordinary taste, dignity, sophisticated, loves anything beautiful, moody, stubborn, tends to egoism but cares for those close to them, rather modest, very ambitious, talented, industrious, uncontented lover, many friends, many foes, very reliable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAZELNUT TREE (the Extraordinary) - charming, undemanding, very understanding, knows how to make an impression, active fighter for social cause, popular, moody, and capricious lover, honest, and tolerant partner, precise sense of judgment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HORNBEAM TREE (the Good Taste) - of cool beauty, cares for its looks and condition, good taste, is not egoistic, makes life as comfortable as possible, leads a reasonable and disciplined life, looks for kindness and acknowledgement in an emotional partner, dreams of unusual lovers, is seldom happy with its feelings, mistrusts most people, is never sure of its decisions, very conscientious.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LIME TREE (the Doubt) - accepts what life dishes out in a composed way, hates fighting, stress, and labor, dislikes laziness and idleness, soft and relenting, makes sacrifices for friends, many talents but not tenacious enough to make them blossom, often wailing and complaining, very jealous but loyal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MAPLE TREE (Independence of Mind) - no ordinary person, full of imagination and originality, shy and reserved, ambitious, proud, self-confident, hungers for new experiences, sometimes nervous, has many complexities, good memory, learns easily, complicated love life, wants to impress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OAK TREE (the Brave) - robust nature, courageous, strong, unrelenting, independent, sensible, does not like change, keeps its feet on the ground, person of action.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OLIVE TREE (the Wisdom) - loves sun, warmth and kind feelings, reasonable, balanced, avoids aggression and violence, tolerant, cheerful, calm, well-developed sense of justice, sensitive, empathetic, free of jealousy, loves to read and the company of sophisticated people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PINE TREE (the Particular) - loves agreeable company, very robust, knows how to make life comfortable, very active, natural, good companion, but seldom friendly, falls easily in love but its passion burns out quickly, gives up easily, everything disappointments until it finds its ideal, trustworthy, practical.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;POPLAR TREE (the Uncertainty) - looks very decorative, not very self-confident, only courageous if necessary, needs goodwill and pleasant surroundings, very choosy, often lonely, great animosity, artistic nature, good organizer, tends to lean toward philosophy, reliable in any situation, takes partnership seriously.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ROWAN TREE (the Sensitivity) - full of charm, cheerful, gifted without egoism, likes to draw attention, loves life, motion, unrest, and even complications, is both dependent and independent, good taste, artistic, passionate, emotional, good company, does not forgive.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WALNUT TREE (the Passion) - unrelenting, strange and full of contrasts, often egotistic, aggressive, noble, broad horizon, unexpected reactions, spontaneous, unlimited ambition, no flexibility, difficult and uncommon partner, not always liked but often admired, ingenious strategist, very jealous and passionate, no compromise.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WEEPING WILLOW (the Melancholy) - beautiful but full of melancholy, attractive, very empathetic, loves anything beautiful and tasteful, loves to travel, dreamer, restless, capricious, honest, can be influenced but is not easy to live with, demanding, good intuition, suffers in love but finds sometimes an anchoring partner.&lt;br&gt;-------------------------&lt;br&gt;I'm a...&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;CYPRESS TREE&lt;/font&gt; (the &lt;font size="5"&gt;Faithfulness&lt;/font&gt;) - strong &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(depends)&lt;/span&gt;, muscular&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (?)&lt;/span&gt;, adaptable, takes what life has to give &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(I try)&lt;/span&gt;, content &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(I try)&lt;/span&gt;, optimistic &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(also, I try)&lt;/span&gt;, craves money &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(haha)&lt;/span&gt; and acknowledgment, hates loneliness &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(omg)&lt;/span&gt;, passionate lover which cannot be satisfied &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(can mean many things...*miko laugh*)&lt;/span&gt;, faithful &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(hiyess!)&lt;/span&gt;, quick-tempered &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(umm, ewan)&lt;/span&gt;, unruly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(nyaha!)&lt;/span&gt;, pedantic &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(I think)&lt;/span&gt;, and careless &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pwede na.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-2732651746040876336?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/2732651746040876336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=2732651746040876336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/2732651746040876336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/2732651746040876336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-tree-are-you.html' title='What Tree are You?'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-2576224023558426431</id><published>2008-12-29T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:23:59.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Christmas Break Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Things in school seem so convenient since almost everything comes with a certain formula or step-by-step process, like rock ID or integration or even budgeting my monthly allowance.  But right now, even substantiating the string theory would be nothing compared to the state of things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that nothing academic is occupying me – or rather things “career-wise” – a lot of things occur to me.  They might be a few, but the feeling of carrying them makes it feel like a whole ton.  I wouldn’t call it a burden, because honestly, many of these actually make me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.  But I guess I still have a long way to go when it comes to dealing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder if I really have been running my life good enough.  Maybe, in some way, I’ve been happy of how things go in school.  I get to do things that make me learn more of things I never really knew about.  I guess it’s been a lot to do with discovery of the vastness of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it makes me wonder if I’ve just been forcing myself to be happy, if that is even possible?  Has it been a mask?  If I’ve discovered new things and done great with them, have I done any justice to the things I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been having dreams - dreams involving certain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; and certain things.  I don’t know if it’s just a random product of REM or already my sub-conscious haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been tempted to do a lot of things.  Some of these are things that I don’t usually do and things I’ve always thought I’d never do.  But the sign of temptation already means that I’m open to doing these.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a few more inches&lt;/span&gt;.  Good thing, though, there are some petty things that drive me away from them. Maybe it’s God’s own petty way of stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things I’ve always wanted to do that I think would help me get on with it, but on the first step, or even just thinking of the first step, I cower away like a child and don’t know how to start.  There are things I need to do (yeah, I have papers to finish before the end of the break), but I don’t even bother starting doing them, knowing that later on, I’d regret thinking that way.  There are things that I don’t have to do, but I already did them.  Stupid, stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always thought I am content.  Maybe I force myself to.  Maybe I really am, and just complicate my own life. Maybe these are just the various truths to different perspectives on my life, and that I just tend to be too open-minded that my hypothalamus just can’t take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let’s hope for a happy new year.  Now I should think of a New Year resolution.  Watching out for a meteor shower would be one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-2576224023558426431?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/2576224023558426431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=2576224023558426431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/2576224023558426431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/2576224023558426431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-break-syndrome.html' title='Christmas Break Syndrome'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-1840643959609557528</id><published>2008-12-18T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:26:39.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>There was a man&lt;br&gt;in the dark&lt;br&gt;sitting on the sidewalk&lt;br&gt;tasting nothing&lt;br&gt;hearing nothing&lt;br&gt;feeling cold&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He closed his eyes&lt;br&gt;and tasted something sweet&lt;br&gt;saw something beautiful&lt;br&gt;felt something warm - &lt;br&gt;but still hearing nothing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He stands up&lt;br&gt;and walks away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He looks back&lt;br&gt;every so often&lt;br&gt;but keeps moving forward.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-1840643959609557528?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/1840643959609557528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=1840643959609557528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/1840643959609557528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/1840643959609557528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/12/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-5813026722475362151</id><published>2008-11-09T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:01:57.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Movie Screening Moved...later and Your Song - Only Hope</title><content type='html'>November 26 na ang screening, from the original January 8 and the earlier November 21 screenings.  There would be advanced screenings no November 25.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For more info, visit:&lt;a href="http://twilightcovenph.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://twilightcovenph.blogspot.com/&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;Well, I guess I could just wait a weekend or two. I'm not really expecting something comparable to The Dark Knight.  No offense.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just wanted to share something before I get emo after watching a part of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very...well...made&lt;/span&gt; Your Song - Only Hope (haha, LOL).  Crap.  I still remember the lines (definitely NOT verbatim):&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gerald:  (saying something about na sila na)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kim:  Kelan pa ba naging tayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gerald:  Matagal na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kim:  Paano mo naman nasabi yun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;(lumayo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gerald:  Dahil mahal kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kim: Bakit? Sinabi ko ba na mahal din kita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gerald:  Bakit? (approches Kim from behind) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hindi ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOL.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-5813026722475362151?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/5813026722475362151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=5813026722475362151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5813026722475362151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5813026722475362151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-movie-screening-movedlater-and.html' title='Twilight Movie Screening Moved...later and Your Song - Only Hope'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-1300865388463054834</id><published>2008-10-16T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:23:09.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legal case against God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mxb"&gt; 				&lt;h1&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Copy-Pasted from http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7673591.stm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; 					&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Legal case against God dismissed 				&lt;/h1&gt; 			&lt;/div&gt; 		 		     		 		                                                                &lt;!-- S BO --&gt; &lt;!-- S IIMA --&gt; 	 		&lt;table width="226" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; 			&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; 			&lt;div&gt; 				&lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/45113000/jpg/_45113869_-4.jpg" alt="God on a cloud in a 18th century depiction" vspace="0" width="226" border="0" height="170" hspace="0"&gt; 				&lt;div class="cap"&gt;The plaintiff argued an omniscient God would know of the lawsuit&lt;/div&gt; 			&lt;/div&gt; 			&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; 		&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; 		 	  	 &lt;!-- E IIMA --&gt; &lt;!-- S SF --&gt;&lt;p class="first"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A US judge has thrown out a case against God, ruling that because the defendant has no address, legal papers cannot be served.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The suit was launched by Nebraska state senator Ernie Chambers, who said he might appeal against the ruling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He sought a permanent injunction to prevent the "death, destruction and terrorisation" caused by God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Judge Marlon Polk said in his ruling that a plaintiff must have access to the defendant for a case to proceed. &lt;!-- E SF --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Given that this court finds that there can never be service effectuated on the named defendant this action will be dismissed with prejudice," Judge Polk wrote in his ruling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr Chambers cannot refile the suit but may appeal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'God knows everything'&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr Chambers sued God last year. He said God had threatened him and the people of Nebraska and had inflicted "widespread death, destruction and terrorisation of millions upon millions of the Earth's inhabitants". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said he would carefully consider Judge Polk's ruling before deciding whether to appeal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The court, Mr Chambers said, had acknowledged the existence of God and "a consequence of that acknowledgement is a recognition of God's omniscience". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Since God knows everything," he reasoned, "God has notice of this lawsuit." &lt;/p&gt;Mr Chambers, a state senator for 38 years, said he filed the suit to make the point that "anyone can sue anyone else, even God". &lt;!-- E BO --&gt; &lt;br&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Haha, I'm sure God knows the final verdict.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-1300865388463054834?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/1300865388463054834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=1300865388463054834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/1300865388463054834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/1300865388463054834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/10/legal-case-against-god.html' title='Legal case against God?'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-7193317086192021513</id><published>2008-09-20T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:43:56.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The (Ir)Rational of Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take time to realize, &lt;br&gt; That your worth is&lt;br&gt; Crashing down on in.&lt;br&gt; Take time to realize, &lt;br&gt; That I am on your si-i-i-de&lt;br&gt; Didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; But I can't spell it out for you, &lt;br&gt; No, it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br&gt; But I can't spell it out for you&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Chorus:&lt;br&gt; If you just realize what I've just realized, &lt;br&gt; Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br&gt; And we'll never find another&lt;br&gt; Just realized what I just realized&lt;br&gt; We'd never have to wonder if&lt;br&gt; We missed out on each other now.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Take time to realize&lt;br&gt; Oh-oh I'm on your si-i-i-de&lt;br&gt; Didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;br&gt; Take time to realize&lt;br&gt; That this all can pass by&lt;br&gt; Didn't I didn't I tell you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Refrain:&lt;br&gt; But I can't spell it out for you, &lt;br&gt; No it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br&gt; But I can't spell it out for you.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Chorus:&lt;br&gt; If you just realized what I just realized&lt;br&gt; Then we'd be perfect for each other &lt;br&gt; And we'd never find another&lt;br&gt; Just realized what I've just realized&lt;br&gt; We'd never have to wonder if&lt;br&gt; We missed out on each other but.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Verse 3:&lt;br&gt; It's not that the same&lt;br&gt; No it's never the sa-a-ame&lt;br&gt; If you don't feel it too.&lt;br&gt; If you meet me half way&lt;br&gt; If you 'd meet me half way.&lt;br&gt; It could be the same for you.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Chorus:&lt;br&gt; If you just realize what I just realized&lt;br&gt; Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br&gt; And we'd never find another&lt;br&gt; Just realize what I just realized&lt;br&gt; We'd never have to wonder no-o-w&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Just realize what I just realized&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; If you just realize what I just realized &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Oh... &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Missed out on each other now&lt;br&gt; Missed out on each other now&lt;br&gt; Missed out on each other now&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Realize, realize&lt;br&gt; Realize, realize&lt;br&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I had the chance to dissect the words of this song, it hit me.  There are two sides to everything:  the rational and the irrational.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What seems rational, is what we make up out of what we perceive.  It is the image produced by the filters of our brain to make things seem cohesive.  It is what man has been trying to develop.  It is what man has made up of things, that a long time ago were just like floating pieces of the puzzle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The irrational is the space we allow for things that we haven't conquered.  It is the extra pieces of paper the brain does not make use of.  It is the realm of which we try to develop, but never successfully.  It is what man fails to grasp, and will never ever seem to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When we are presented with something, like let's say love, we automatically go through the process of (ir)rationalizaing - trying to see what makes sense in what we feel, and what seems unpredictable and mysterious.  And I think this is what makes love beautiful.  While we know we have something about it that we can understand, the irrationality of love makes the whole thing a human thing.  Something too rational is mechanical - machine-like and very straightforward.  Too much irrationality is something worse than the random paint splatters of abstract art.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love is both rational and irrational.  Like they say, it's supposed to be the brain and the heart, figuratively.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-7193317086192021513?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/7193317086192021513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=7193317086192021513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/7193317086192021513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/7193317086192021513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/09/irrational-of-things.html' title='The (Ir)Rational of Things'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-9096024972667214719</id><published>2008-08-16T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:09:52.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Other Hand (Useless Post No. 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.marketwatch.com/news/story/summit-entertainment-moves-up-release/story.aspx?guid=%7B5EAB967D-D58B-462D-A33F-B917C78D6799%7D&amp;dist=hppr"&gt;TWILIGHT the movie is moved to November 21!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, if the movie's release was January 9, 2009 in the Philippines when the US release was December 12, 2008, because of the MMFF, I sure do hope they would show it earlier here because of the move.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BUT STILL, Harry Potter.............................&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-9096024972667214719?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/9096024972667214719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=9096024972667214719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/9096024972667214719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/9096024972667214719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-other-hand-useless-post-no-5.html' title='On the Other Hand (Useless Post No. 5)'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-3361593110616379950</id><published>2008-08-16T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:05:24.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Things in Life (Useless Post No.4) </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(slang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.     an offensive term for nonsense, or something worthless or annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2.     an offensive term for an act of passing solid waste matter out of the body through the anus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.     an offensive term for excrement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adjective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    an offensive term meaning worthless, useless, or lacking in ability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transitive and intransitive verb (past and past participle crapped, present participle crap·ping, 3rd person present singular craps)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    an offensive term meaning to pass solid waste matter out of the body through the anus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(15th century. Probably &lt; Middle Dutch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Microsoft® Encarta® 2008. © 1993-2007 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Argh, the sixth Harry Potter movie's release was moved from November this year to July 2009...........................................&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hollywoodinsider.ew.com/2008/08/news-flash-harr.html"&gt;NEWS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; .............&lt;br&gt; .............&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; So CRAPPY.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-3361593110616379950?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/3361593110616379950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=3361593110616379950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/3361593110616379950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/3361593110616379950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/08/crappy-things-in-life-useless-post-no4.html' title='Crappy Things in Life (Useless Post No.4) '/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-872608907963570402</id><published>2008-08-15T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:43:09.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Note:  I am not updated, so feel free to correct me.  If you're not up to reading a very long post, good luck.&lt;br&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lately, I've been hearing some talk on high school.  People, issues, gossip, opinions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One common thing I've read about was the implementation of rules.  Most of them said that these rules altered their usual lifestyle.  Rules like &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;no eating in the academic building&lt;/span&gt;, s&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;trictly no more extern students after 6 PM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;no use of sockets&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;no food delivery after 7 PM&lt;/span&gt;.  Classrooms were stripped of trashcans, the frequency of parties became less, and the ordering of jerseys for the Intrams was limited to a certain budget (I think PhP 300).  And many say that these rules made high school life dull.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First of all, we must concede to the fact that we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; gratify all our needs and wants instantly, just like what most teenagers think.  Me included.  We must keep in mind that we have to work for the things we want and earn them.  High school entails some sort of responsibility - responsibility to your self, to your peers, to your teachers and staff, and to your country.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cliché, but true.  Be responsible for your actions.  Know how to stand up for what you have said and done.  Learn how to keep things in order as you are not the only one dwelling in the space you are in.  Respect other people's beliefs and principles.  Recognize the fact that the things you receive for free are someone else's time and sweat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think these are what the rules &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ultimately&lt;/span&gt; want to impart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dirty classrooms definitely show disrespect to the space alloted for your class.  Be aware that your seatmate, classmates, and friends deserve a clean and orderly space, not with all the clutter and mess.  Not everyone can work with a piles of papers on the floor.  Many people get irked by seeing people smooching in the corridors of an academic institution - don't ever think that they should've just minded their own business because the school is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; business in the classroom and your love making isn't in the books.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Be stern with how you spend your money and don't ever think you deserve to spend what you just received from the cashier.  Do you dare say that what you've done will improve the lives of the Filipinos? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bah&lt;/span&gt;.  Do you think the school receives the budget to cover all your needs?  Huh, with all the government's moves on cutting the budget for education, what do you think?  And can you just imagine how you leave out your classmate, your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just because they don't have as much money as you have?  You might be even pushing them on the verge stealing just because of that.  In short, look out for one another, and know your classmates' concerns.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, it definitely does not mean that the rules are justified, in my opinion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With these rules implemented, does the school think it has the facilities to supplement the educational needs of the students?  Do you not keep in mind the individual concerns of the students?  Do you give reason for such heavy hands?  Do you ake sure the students see the reason and understand it? Do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;the concerns of the students get heard?  Do you keep in track if these rules actually do any good to the students?  Is leadership and leading just confined in the books, and not in discussion, debate, intellectual conversations, and creativity?  Do you offer any alternatives?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These are just questions, and I do not know the answers to them, that is why I ask.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember, these are teenagers, and don't expect them to understand immediately.  Not everyone is as mature as the "best" student of the batch.&lt;br&gt;-----------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In my opinion, letting not even a single laptop be plugged in is ridiculous.  Maybe if the computer laboratory is free for use, it's justifiable.  But I think desktops consume more electricity than laptops.  So, I think a little trust in the students could help.  Well, I would like to think they aren't that irresponsible.  Maybe limiting the sockets to be used is better.  Or providing a certain area that is big enough for them to stay in is also good.  And please, to the laptop users, please use it for academic reasons.  I really doubt the budget the school receives is enough.  Blame the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; for that, not the school.  And maybe also then number of UPCAT passers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Curfew is also a part of the austerity measures, and to prevent people who snog around the campus to stay late, and for the safety of going home.  I don't know... I think I was one of the most notorious for breaking this rule, then when it wasn't so strictly implemented.  Why?  Because (1) I always thought that I could take care of myself to get home, (2) I wasn't using any of the school's resources aside form space (I stay in the covered walk, the mushrooms, or the admin stairs), and (3) no one was telling me I annoyed them.  That's what I can say about that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also for the parties.  During our time, we would usually have, on the average, 5 regular parties in a year:  Acquaintance Party, Foundation Night/Talent's Night, Intrams Night, Christmas Party, and Year Ender Party.  And I do think that these can be very costly.  Come on, a medium sized stereo set at home are branded to be "1000 kW", how much more the large speakers in the auditorium?  And the airconditiong?  I don't have numbers on the budget, and I don't really know if the Student Alliance pays for anything, but I guess this could be the most determining factor.  So unless, you are willing to shell out your own money, or be creative on how to hold parties... Be very creative.  Or just enjoy the time you have in school.&lt;br&gt;--------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Activism is not only what you see or stereotype about UP students.  It is not about rallying in the streets.  It is about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rallying your ideas to be heard&lt;/span&gt;.  If you are not heard and understood, you really wouldn't reach any compromise.  Yes, you might not get what you need/want, but compromise is better.  The school has limited resources, and gets lower by the year (thanks to the government), so compromise is all you can achieve.  I think the school is trying to allocate budget for developing some parts of the campus.  The school doesn't have the generous alumni college schools have.  So be creative - in how you express yourself, in how to deal with certain situations, in how to enjoy high school life.  Talk to your teachers about problems.  Don't let those darned rules ruin your enjoyment (no pun intended).  Kung gusto nyo, picnic sa covered walk or gym while studying or doing homework (di man na siya acad 'di ba? *wink wink*).  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di bale na ma higku-an or mainit, enjoy man gyapon&lt;/span&gt;.  And I guess the student organizations should do what they should.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just be creative and proactive, and continue to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faster, higher, and stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-872608907963570402?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/872608907963570402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=872608907963570402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/872608907963570402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/872608907963570402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-8413814427911266178</id><published>2008-08-15T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:01:12.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Life daw...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Your past life diagnosis:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;hr&gt; I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Hungary around the year 1775. Your profession was that of a philosopher and thinker.&lt;hr&gt; Your brief psychological profile in your past life:&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;Timid, constrained, quiet person. You had creative talents, which waited until this life to be liberated. Sometimes your environment considered you strange.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;hr&gt; The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;Your main lesson is to develop magnanimity and a feeling of brotherhood. Try to become less adhered to material property and learn to take only as much, as you can give back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;hr&gt; Do you remember now?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;http://www.thebigview.com/pastlife/&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-8413814427911266178?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/8413814427911266178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=8413814427911266178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/8413814427911266178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/8413814427911266178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/08/past-life-daw.html' title='Past Life daw...'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-6022786186265918594</id><published>2008-08-12T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:13:55.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Topophilia Madness (Useless Post No.3)</title><content type='html'>Earlier today was the deadline for the submission of our Geography papers about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;FIVE&lt;/span&gt; freakin' places you have "topophilia" (now that grammar sucks) and describe them geographically (so how am I supposed to describe my room geographically if I loved it so much?).  But now, I'm still thinking of what those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt; places are.  Yes, I didn't submit during class, so I'd have to settle for a 5-point deduction to submit nest meeting.  Great.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just have 3 places after an hour of contemplating thorughout my history.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-6022786186265918594?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/6022786186265918594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=6022786186265918594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/6022786186265918594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/6022786186265918594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/08/topophilia-madness-useless-post-no3.html' title='Topophilia Madness (Useless Post No.3)'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-5643588386515335737</id><published>2008-08-09T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:20:03.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Useless Post No. 2) I want Buko Pie...</title><content type='html'>...or Milo (from Gloria's) or Chocobanana shake, or Blueberry Cheesecake.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm more than halfway into "Breaking Dawn".  Right now, I'm wondering how they'd be able to make it into a movie without it being rated R or something...lol.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-5643588386515335737?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/5643588386515335737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=5643588386515335737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5643588386515335737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5643588386515335737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/08/useless-post-no-2-i-want-buko-pie.html' title='(Useless Post No. 2) I want Buko Pie...'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-2495872124480303358</id><published>2008-08-03T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:42:55.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Limits</title><content type='html'>I'm very tired.  I want to sleep so I'll try to keep this short, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; have another post.  Though this isn't your light-hearted post, because, as I said, I am tired.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First of all, I'm having trouble with uploading photos, in such a way that most of stuff I upload end up as drafts.  I guess it's mainly because of the internet connection.  So if I have any team mates, classmates, or "Geog-mates" who stumble upon my site, just be patient.  I'll try my best.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, on with Geog Camp.  I had to wear my oversized, unused for a year, high school sophomore jersey shirt because I was in yellow team and that I'm not too fond of that color.  I guess I enjoyed it the way I expected it to be in some ways, but I guess you really can't be comfortable especially with the weather.  But I was surprised I somehow enjoyed squishing my feet on the ground.  &lt;font size="2"&gt;Consequentially, though, I'm having trouble with cleaning my stubborn nails and drying my used clothing.&lt;/font&gt;  Getting wet in the rain still wasn't though, it was freaking cold.  Hello, Tagaytay, anyone?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I really just hoped they had rock shoes for the wall climbing part.  Now, I'm thankful I took Sport Climbing for PE.  I guess I'm not too good with wet and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rotating&lt;/span&gt; holds.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks to my teammates, I was not my usual too quiet and too introverted self.  I guess it does take a catalyst before I get to be enthusiastic in more than one thing.  It's good that chance made me go with the more extroverted individuals, and not let me wallow in my own silence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I didn't feel old, nor do I think I felt all that young, as I keep on meeting freshmen who are of my age or older, though I guess being a sophomore doesn't really make you old or something.  I don't really mind people calling me with "Kuya" or not, though I guess I'd appreciate it if like people 5 years my junior would.  But I miss the sound of the complete "John Dale" already.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It actually felt like being in high school.  No, I wasn't the team leader, but I was acting as if I were just with my high school friends - like I already knew them for quite while, but still observing their actions.  Strange, because in class, I'd really not mind any of them, except maybe my seatmate who didn't join the camp.  I wonder if any of that would change from now on.  I am, after all, a self-confessed introvert.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love my Mojo sandals.  They haven't failed me while I was using them on the slippery rocks and mud of the river and the camp.  Thanks to Rich for that.  But I'm not sure if my camera is malfuctioning, or if it is just the battery.  I ended up using the low-end camera of my phone for the other photos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thankfully, Day by Day arrived, so I guess i don't have to worry for my Sport Climbing Class tomorrow, except about waking up early.  Before I forget, congratulations to NIGS!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-2495872124480303358?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/2495872124480303358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=2495872124480303358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/2495872124480303358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/2495872124480303358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-limits.html' title='No Limits'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-1530297334273581806</id><published>2008-07-28T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:20:18.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated</title><content type='html'>Thanks to those who greeted through personally, text and this Multiply Website, and to those who offered to give something.&lt;br&gt; Thanks to Rich and Miko for the Red Ribbon (ayan Red Ribbon, inadvertise ko kayo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pay me&lt;/span&gt;.  joke lang) and the fun climbing experience. &lt;font size="2"&gt; (Green slash, I will conquer you...next time)&lt;br&gt; Thanks to Ministop for the cheap but delicious sundae......I want another one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm just tired.  Pero excited for the Geography Camp his coming August 2-3.  I want to buy &lt;a href="http://sandugoadventure.multiply.com/photos/album/27"&gt;sandals from Sandugo&lt;/a&gt; just for that activity.  But anyway, I think I'll be needing a good pair for the rest of my Geology life.  Pero mahal...well, kaya ko siya, pero kuripot lang siguro ako.  And I have to verify kung maganda yung friction ng underside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the release of Breaking Dawn on August 4!&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-1530297334273581806?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/1530297334273581806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=1530297334273581806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/1530297334273581806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/1530297334273581806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/07/belated_28.html' title='Belated'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-1988713631182369639</id><published>2008-07-28T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:17:20.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated</title><content type='html'>Thanks to those who greeted through personally, text and this Multiply Website, and to those who offered to give something.&lt;br&gt; Thanks to Rich and Miko for the Red Ribbon (ayan Red Ribbon, inadvertise ko kayo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pay me&lt;/span&gt;.  joke lang) and the fun climbing experience. &lt;font size="2"&gt; (Green slash, I will conquer you...next time)&lt;br&gt; Thanks to Ministop for the cheap but delicious sundae......I want another one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm just tired.  Pero excited for the Geography Camp his coming August 2-3.  I want to buy &lt;a href="http://sandugoadventure.multiply.com/photos/album/27"&gt;sandals from Sandugo&lt;/a&gt; just for that activity.  But anyway, I think I'll be needing a good pair for the rest of my Geology life.  Pero mahal...well, kaya ko siya, pero kuripot lang siguro ako.  And I have to verify kung maganda yung friction ng underside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the release of Breaking Dawn on August 4!&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-1988713631182369639?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/1988713631182369639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=1988713631182369639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/1988713631182369639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/1988713631182369639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/07/belated.html' title='Belated'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-525872962754613641</id><published>2008-07-20T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:49:32.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again (Useless Post No. 1)</title><content type='html'>I want to watch The Dark Knight &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;  I want to watch Journey to the Center of the Earth in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3D&lt;/span&gt;.  I want to watch Wall-E on AUGUST 13.  I want to eat a Champ Meal &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;right now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;131+300+131+115 = PhP 677!!!&lt;br&gt;I need a way to generate these funds.  Or else I'll not be having breakfast for...14 days.  Or not eat for...5 days.  Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Useless post.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-525872962754613641?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/525872962754613641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=525872962754613641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/525872962754613641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/525872962754613641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/07/again-useless-post-no-1.html' title='Again (Useless Post No. 1)'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-6137502362827193294</id><published>2008-07-19T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:24:26.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luxury</title><content type='html'>In my journey for stress relief, I bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; sachets of two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; kinds of facial wash, which i don't normally use these days and the overpriced but delicious Chocolate Indulgence drink.  Yesterday, walking along Katipunan at around midnight and arriving at the dorm past my sign-out time was interesting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These are just few of the things I did in the past two days full of trying to just do something else.  But I guess, it always comes at a cost.  Very big costs, such that these past two days must be my most costly since I started my sophomore year.  For the past weeks, luxury was just something I couldn't think of, and now that I had the chance, I'm like going at it ferociously.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Watching The Dark Knight was just so worth it, though I guess watching it in a cheaper theater would have been better.  But, anyway, just read my review.  But yeah, there were so many good lines which I wasn't able to comprehend right away, so I'm searching for them right now in the internet.  And I still haven't found any.  If I do, I'm most likely to post them here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I just realized that if you want to know someone better, you really should be prepared.  And thank God, though I'm not really "always" prepared, at least I have "mastered" masking emotions, though I'm not saying it is a good thing, because I actually think it is not.  I do it just for the sake of trying to be "rational" and getting the chance of thinking about it.  So yeah, back to the getting to know someone or some people better part, it just showed me more of the differences among us.  Differences in many things - the way you live, the way you make choices, etc.  And this is NOT the first time this has happened.  But I am still surprised.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So though I guess I have gotten over the stress (In a very COSTLY, monetary manner), I have new things to face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I guess, this is what makes life interesting.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-6137502362827193294?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/6137502362827193294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=6137502362827193294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/6137502362827193294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/6137502362827193294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/07/luxury.html' title='Luxury'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-6667951736418185611</id><published>2008-07-04T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T08:45:17.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting News</title><content type='html'>I regularly check out the "Latest Headlines" button of Firefox 3.0, and here are some socially and technologically significant articles I found interesting, all from &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk"&gt;BBC News UK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/7488009.stm"&gt;Google must divulge YouTube log&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/7486743.stm"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Warning letters to 'file-sharers'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I grew a little curious on statistics, so I researched a bit.  And I came to this website - &lt;a href="http://w3.bsa.org/philippines/press/newsreleases/globalstudypr.cfm"&gt;http://w3.bsa.org/philippines/press/newsreleases/globalstudypr.cfm&lt;/a&gt;.  There are some other articles from that site which I read, but that one gives the most recent view, I think.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been thinking about piracy for quite a while now - why it exists, why it never seems to stop, and why it's like an epidemic.  I was actually planning to write about this issue before I read these articles, and now, I am.  But I'll try to keep it short.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For one, I am not really sure how the BSA gets the statistics on "losses" that amount to US$ 147 million.  If they base it on the sales of pirated software, do they take into account the actual capability of the consumers to purchase these software by their actual costs?  Like if a person buys a CD of pirated security software for like PhP 60, wherein the market price is like around PhP 2500, do they consider the 'capability' of the consumer to pay for its actual price?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If not, their statistics might be flawed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Should they consider losses they would make if they lost the exposure they get through piracy?  With all the fuss going around them because almost everyone can use them? Because, if not for piracy, maybe fewer people would use them and they would lose their popularity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These pirated software, or maybe also movies, music, and other media, actually are very popular among the less-capable to buy original copies because of the fact that they are more affordable compared to original copies.  Of course, there are some of those who have the resources to shell out, but still opt to buy the cheaper alternatives, but how many could they be?  We can think that those who really do have the extra money won't buy pirated stuff as it can be considered a social stain, which they would think as "mediocrity" or "so not their stuff."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For the middle and lower classes, they think that by using such software, even through "copyright infringement," would somehow let them be in the league and have the same "leveling" as with those who are financially capable.  It is an illusion of grandeur, just like what all the malls in the country provide.  They think that by using these software, they get an edge.  And they think that piracy makes it easier for them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And these lead us to setbacks.  Yes, there is more than one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Technologically, it somehow slows down the drive of open source developing, as more people use pirated software, the demand for the real free alternatives lessens, too.  It somehow makes the minds and imagination of some stagnant, or might lead to the open-source developers to be hired by the commercial world.  Anyway, many technologies have developed because of open-source developing.  There are even rumors that some commercial establishments take advantage of open-source code.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Socially and morally, it can be one of two things, or maybe both.  It can show how desperate most of the world is wanting to reach equity in status, especially among the middle and lower classes, as they also want to be recognized and not be treated as guinea pigs of the richer.  Or how each one wants to just get ahead of the other by any means possible, that money is just what everything is, that we think that those who have more money than us are happier in every sense, that trying to be richer in money will make us happier.  Or by doing what the richer in money do, we would also be happy.  This idea is just so wrong.  It is cliché, but thinking that way is still very wrong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I guess, I myself would feel bad if someone stole my pictures and claimed it was theirs.  Yeah, I would.  But, it would certainly be OK if proper citation be used.  So, I guess, commercial software developers should be thankful that the "pirates" still include their company logos - and some even try to imitate the original box cover in slim jewel cases.&lt;br&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;See?  How piracy has brought my thoughts to things that I think I can write a paper for Sociology.  It even contains more words than most the papers I have made.  I may stand corrected on some info, especially on factual things – please feel free to do so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-6667951736418185611?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/6667951736418185611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=6667951736418185611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/6667951736418185611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/6667951736418185611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting-news.html' title='Interesting News'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-7698758894629919200</id><published>2008-06-30T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:40:35.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I bought a bike - the cheapest one that almost drained my contingency fund.  And I'm sure I could have found something cheaper somewhere else, but I guess I don't have the luxury of going around that much to find a real bike store.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A few hours ago, I attended the NIGS Orientation for the new geology students and went along with the crowd.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free food, eh.&lt;/span&gt;  But, amidst the cold environment of the NIGS AVR, I felt my throat going achy and my nose runny.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, I'm on warm-hot water and strepsils therapy, and Im worrying about CWTS Talent's Day.  I'm sick and I don't know what to do.  My last resort, as I've told many people already, is to sing - Angels by Robbie Williams, particularly.  It's the most effortless thing to do.  But in my condition, would I still be able to sing with my already-not-so-pleasant voice?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In a few minutes, we (Fed and I) would be having our "first corridor assembly" as corridor representatives, along with the newbies of WWI Girls, to discuss things about the Newbies Presentation Night.  For one, I hate competition, and two, based on past exoeriences, I'm expecting 50% turn-out for the meeting.  But for some reason, just like before in Kalai, I never wanted to be put to such position, but I'm thinking that later on, I might think I had enjoyed it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But right now, I just wish I could sleep.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-7698758894629919200?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/7698758894629919200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=7698758894629919200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/7698758894629919200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/7698758894629919200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-things.html' title='New Things'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-8092335463197234874</id><published>2008-05-29T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:04:40.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Saga</title><content type='html'>My first book review in this site.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bella is just so crazy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, I just finished reading the first three books of the "Twilight Saga" - Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse - by Stephenie Meyer.  Yeah, believe it or not.  I actually just started reading Twilight because of utter boredom and curiosity why my girl-friends (emphasis meant) during high school couldn’t stop babbling about it.  I'd hear the name "Edward" a million times and some shrilly screams once in a while, and even some petty fights over his possession.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, just to go with it briefly, it wasn't bad. Hmm, maybe a 7-8 out of 10.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, it is good because, well, apparently I read all of them in succession, in between my sleep-eat-surf the internet cycle this summer.  It does have an engaging story.  Well, it was full of teasers of love-making but never it.  Frustrating? Yeah.  Haha.  (Just admit it)  Well I guess it wasn’t such a bad idea because it makes the reader want to read MORE, hoping something will happen.  The imagery was good, with the woods, the beach, the houses all able to imprint in my mind.  Nice characters, as you actually have the freedom of what beautiful could mean to you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being in the first person perspective of a teenage girl, I guess, gives it some leverage on its audience, but lets male readers shy away from it.  But it wouldn’t hurt “the men” to read it, it does give some insight of the behavior of women, not that I expect someone out there to be as crazy as Bella, or maybe it could be a good thing…*evil grin*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It lacks some action, though Eclipse gives a little more.  For my tastes, I would love more action.  But I guess it wasn’t meant to be that.  It is a love story, Romeo-and-Juliet-like, though I have not read that story yet... yeah.  But the love story itself is enough for a sucker for love stories (like me, yeah I admit it).  But I really think Bella is crazy.  And maybe Edward, too.  Oh, whatever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Of the three, I liked Eclipse best (more suspense, more action, more “advances” but quite not there) and New Moon the least (I guess I just found it so dragging, too “emo” especially with the first person perspective).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, another reason why I read the series is because the movie will be shown(!) this year, though sadly December, but better than nothing.  I’m expecting already a lot of rants about not being faithful from the book, but just to be fair, a book is not a movie.  It will never be.  And don’t expect “Greek gods” and “unhumanly beautiful” people, as we all know, the series is written in first person perspective, so everything is just according to Bella.  We really never know the reality. Who knows, something must be wrong with her eyes…and brain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, I can’t wait for the last installment, Breaking Dawn, and the parallel-to-twilight spin-off, Midnight Sun, which is Twilight in Edward’s perspective.  Though I might already have an idea of what he’s thinking, it might be more action-packed! (hoping)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-8092335463197234874?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/8092335463197234874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=8092335463197234874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/8092335463197234874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/8092335463197234874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2008/05/twilight-saga.html' title='Twilight Saga'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-174313716683093669</id><published>2007-10-19T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T20:03:45.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so happy!!!</title><content type='html'>wala lang.  I'm home, and I was able to view some of my grades in CRS!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table id="the_table"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="4"&gt;             					First Semester 2007 - 2008             				&lt;/th&gt;             			&lt;/tr&gt;             			&lt;tr&gt;             				&lt;th&gt; 						Subject             				&lt;/th&gt;             				&lt;th&gt; 						Instructor             				&lt;/th&gt;             				&lt;th&gt; 						Units             				&lt;/th&gt;             				&lt;th&gt; 						Grade             				&lt;/th&gt;             			&lt;/tr&gt;             			            			&lt;tr&gt;                     		&lt;td class="alt1" width="20%"&gt;Math 17&lt;/td&gt;                     		&lt;td class="alt1leftborder" width="50%"&gt;EUGENIO, JOANNA&lt;/td&gt;                     		&lt;td class="alt2leftborder" align="center" width="15%"&gt; 										5.0 									&lt;/td&gt;                     		&lt;td class="alt2leftborder" align="center" width="15%"&gt;2.75&lt;/td&gt;             			&lt;/tr&gt;             			            			&lt;tr&gt;                     		&lt;td class="alt1" width="20%"&gt;Geol 11&lt;/td&gt;                     		&lt;td class="alt1leftborder" width="50%"&gt;CONCEPCION, APRIL&lt;/td&gt;                     		&lt;td class="alt2leftborder" align="center" width="15%"&gt; 										3.0 									&lt;/td&gt;                     		&lt;td class="alt2leftborder" align="center" width="15%"&gt;1.25&lt;/td&gt;             			&lt;/tr&gt;             			            			&lt;tr&gt;                     		&lt;td class="alt1" width="20%"&gt;Geol 11.1&lt;/td&gt;                     		&lt;td class="alt1leftborder" width="50%"&gt;&lt;!--Geol 11.1 instructor--&gt; &lt;/td&gt;                     		&lt;td class="alt2leftborder" align="center" width="15%"&gt; 										1.0 									&lt;/td&gt;                     		&lt;td class="alt2leftborder" align="center" width="15%"&gt;1.00&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;grabeh, this means geol forever!&lt;br&gt;weee..(well, maybe except for math, but at least I passed!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;^_^&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-174313716683093669?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/174313716683093669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=174313716683093669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/174313716683093669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/174313716683093669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-so-happy.html' title='I&amp;#39;m so happy!!!'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-5900787976586863391</id><published>2007-09-27T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:53:24.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything new?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Biology/Chemistry/Geology&lt;/b&gt;, You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in Biology, Chemistry, Geology, or related majors (e.g., Biochemistry, Environmental Science, Forestry, Fisheries and Wildlife, Genetics, Marine Biology, Zoology). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Biology/Chemistry/Geology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Physics/Engineering/Computer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='81' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;81%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Visual&amp;PerformingArts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='81' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;81%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; 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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;History/Anthropology/LiberalArts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;HR/BusinessManagement&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Religion/Theology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; 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 &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-5900787976586863391?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/5900787976586863391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=5900787976586863391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5900787976586863391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5900787976586863391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2007/09/anything-new.html' title='Anything new?'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-8880127759780974140</id><published>2007-08-20T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T17:38:13.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>It's the end of the six day vacation.  And I'm tired.  And all this time I've been wishing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no class tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;, and thank God.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last night, there was a good discussion on a lot of things.  The Roman Catholic Church, pornography, etc, etc.  When you say something is bad, first of all, what is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;? What is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;?  What is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the right way&lt;/span&gt;?  But you know, what I know, and what I think was the outcome of our discussion last night, is that there is always uncertainty in life, and there is no one right way.  Why?  Because everything we know, all the institutions, teachings, etc., have been products of man.  And there's no denying that man is prone to make mistakes, or, rather, to speak of something that might be the a truth, but not the entirety of it.  So it always falls back to your own faith, what you believe in.  After all, in this life, we would always go back to what we hold on to, as everything outside our corporeal body, is shrouded with uncertainties.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been thinking of becoming a teacher.  A photographer.  Geologist.  Student.  Drop-out. Drug addict.  A CR hopper.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So many things in this world, that is uncertain, that one even commented, we should all just jump over a cliff.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I still have to make a proposal of my shrt story for Creative Writing 10, which should focus on shifting points of view.  Dang, I don't even know where to start.  Our teacher said it should be like the short story "Death on the Nile" by Connie Willis&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But of all these things, one thing came to my mind.  A question I would like to ask.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is Love a universal truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Right now, I think it is.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-8880127759780974140?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/8880127759780974140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=8880127759780974140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/8880127759780974140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/8880127759780974140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2007/08/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-4734865398921799805</id><published>2007-06-06T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T12:35:10.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Fare well Pisay, Fare well Iloilo</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, I would be leaving for my longest time away from the place I've called home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 years, 10 months, and 11 days of my life have been spent mostly here.  Living a modest life in our modest home, I have learned a lot from the people around me.  Our neighbor (up till now) taught me how to ride a bicycle, most of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trisikad&lt;/span&gt; drivers don't ask me anymore where I will go down, and the water refilling station delivery service passes by our house regularly.  This is the place we all call "Love," literally.  Popularly known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pag-ibig&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered kindergarten in a school run by the Jaro Diocese.  I attended a nearby-Sunday school run by Doane Baptist Church at the same time.  With all that, I have learned how it is to be a Christian.  But more importantly, I have learned to recognize God in my own way by what I have learned through the daily Catechism, my experience as a chorister of our Sunday school, and what my parents and grandparents (father's side: Protestants and pastors, mother's side: devout Catholics) taught me - despite religious conflicts, I have learned to know God and have a  personal relationship with Him.  I don't mind whatever religion it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I entered elementary, where, up to now, I remember the basic foundation of the things I have learned - Arithmetic, sciences, language, and many more.  This is when I had my most exposure to academics and extra-curricular activities, giving me my own kind of self-confidence whenever I encounter similar situations.  I also gained friends that up to now, recognize me when we meet.  My first communion, first fights, first achievements, first love, 24/7.  And, of course, my best friend, though distance and communication hinder me from reaching him, he will always be part of me, as he has opened me to the world beyond the barrier I had made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school tested me on what I had formed of myself in the years before.  So many demands, trials, tests - the list goes on.  Yet so many things I have learned from the people around me - my friends.  Here I have learned my own niche, my own style, my own preferences.  Here I have learned the universality of things.  I have learned to love not selfishly, but selflessly.  To lead not by orders, but by example.  To follow not by result, but by process.  To speak not by the mind, but by the heart.  This wass the time that people have become influential to my life.  Upon entering, there was someone who made me feel comfortable by who I am despite my "difference" to many.  There was someone who formed and tested my capability of being a leader.  There was someone who taught me to learn through my mistakes and of others.  There was some one who served as an example on how to inspire others by who you are and what you can do without really making an effort.  There was someone who kept me grounded, and, despite all our misunderstandings, our friendship and rather "strange" relationship.  Those were the years when I learned to love and express it, whatever other people have to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these.  I learned.  Now, I will go to a place unknown to me.  The test of what I have learned and who I can become in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye and fare well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-4734865398921799805?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/4734865398921799805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=4734865398921799805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/4734865398921799805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/4734865398921799805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2007/06/fare-well-pisay-fare-well-iloilo.html' title='Fare well Pisay, Fare well Iloilo'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-7937051911582913649</id><published>2007-05-28T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:59:55.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>Exodus by Leon Uris</title><content type='html'>Fantastic.  Amazing.  This is the first review I am writing well, because "Exodus" by Leon Uris is well-worth writing a review for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is a work of fiction based on the establishment of a Israel, some World War II Era and after.  Actually it's hard to distinguish the fact from fiction.  It has many characters, that to mention all of them would not leave me space for a review, but they are handled in such a way that they don't become annoying.  It focuses more on the plight of the Jews, and I guess a lot of us know something about that.  But it discusses more of it, somethings we might not even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Ari Ben Canaan as the main character - a hard, strong character that works for the (re)establishment of Israel.  He goes around many places to immigrate people to Palestine to go to the "Promised Land."  But on the way, he also faces some of his own issues on love, friendship, loyalty, etc.  He is surrounded by other characters that complement each other well with the same goal - to have a Jewish State.  But obviously, there are many roadblocks to this.  We have the British (who at that times held some of the Middle East), the Arab nations literally surrounding the very small area of Israel (get a map and you'll see what I mean), and many other political and religious factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the story mainly revolves on events during  the late 1940s, there are also many recounts of events that took place like almost a century before.  These could be actually be very long, and for my taste, a little bit dragging, that's why I gave 4 stars.  Well actually,  4.75 stars because, later I realized the importance of these flashbacks on the establishment of the characters, which is a very good aspect of the book.  You get to know more of the characters, the more you get hooked!  I realized that, without the necessary foundation, the characters would actually seem bland, and have no "motives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love the book.  First, I am particularly interested in war themes on any type of medium.  Why? Maybe because I want to understand why they have to go to war, why they have to fight, what drives them.  Well, as many people know me, I am far from aggressive, so I am fascinated at why people resort to aggression.  Second, I like love stories (well, for a HR like me LOL).  The story has its own dash of it and it was quite interesting and different.    Third, I am interested in religious or "faith" themes.  Thought the story doesn't dive into it so much, it still held on to the basic principles that a Christian like me would know, as well as issues with other religions.  The book is pretty heavy, as you will really get a lot from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself knew quite some general things about what the Jews have gone through in the past millenniums - the Bible, Hitler, Auschwitz, Arab-Israeli Conflicts, blah-blah - but I did know what I got from the book!  There were so many things that astounded me that made me think, "Wow, they sure are a bunch of people."  I can't believe (or rather lost hope) that people can be what the Jews have been as described in the book.  I believe many events in the book are based on real events, but there I face my problem - separating fact from fiction.  It was so goodly written that it made me wonder which was true from what's not.  So I really made it a point to search in the internet so many things in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I finished the 1.5" thick book with 9-sized Times New Roman and more than 600 pages, I have a new dream - to visit Israel.  I really want to see first hand if how they are faring right now.  I understand there are still wars, but with how the book (published 1958 mind you LOL) described the Jews determination, I want to see if they still have that passion in them.  It's like I want to visit those places described in the book (though I really don't know if some places mentioned there still exist).  I also want to understand more of Judaism.  I even thought of giving my child, if ever, a Hebrew or Hebrew-related name.  Maybe Dov or Ein.  Dunno yet.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, you must read it.  It's the first of its kind that I have had read.  It was worth my while.   I look up to Ari, and to also many other characters, like David, and to the Jews as well.  Get a copy if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get my hand to the movie adaptation.  But based on the summary, the story is quite on a different road, but to the same goal.  And it is over 3 hours long (?).  But, heck ,who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-7937051911582913649?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/7937051911582913649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=7937051911582913649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/7937051911582913649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/7937051911582913649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2007/05/exodus-by-leon-uris.html' title='&lt;b&gt;Exodus&lt;/b&gt; by Leon Uris'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-4430526630397828006</id><published>2007-04-30T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:51:19.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Verse</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I got this from &lt;a href="http://birthverse.com"&gt;Birthverse.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't know what it's supposed to mean, but the verse somehow explains one of my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew 7:26 NIV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your birth verse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-4430526630397828006?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/4430526630397828006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=4430526630397828006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/4430526630397828006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/4430526630397828006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2007/04/birth-verse.html' title='Birth Verse'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-5585488217186366825</id><published>2007-04-19T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T07:10:42.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Webthings'/><title type='text'>3 am</title><content type='html'>It was 3 am.  I woke up.  I couldn't go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lay there on my bed, under my blanket, tucking my head.  For 1 hour, I tried to sleep, to no avail.  I listened to some music from my mp3 player.  Still I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided on something weird.  Change my friendster profile.  Change it into something "different."  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.  Though, I must say I am kind of like what I put there, but, duh.  I can be attention-deficient (local: KSP) so I'd do stupid things.  But it's funny to think of myself as the one in &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/jddianala"&gt;my profile&lt;/a&gt; in friendster.  I guess I'll have a good laugh if someone falls for it. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-5585488217186366825?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/5585488217186366825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=5585488217186366825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5585488217186366825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5585488217186366825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-am.html' title='3 am'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-2365431599436399914</id><published>2007-04-18T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:09:48.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word for the Day'/><title type='text'>Word for the Day: Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="me"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="me"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;It's like thios word has been mentioned many times throughout the day.  Well, I guess that's what you get for hanging out with two girls who watch series in tv, which would usually have that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt; (read: gender) factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="me"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/premium.gif" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fhot"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/speaker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;hɒt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation"&gt;Show IPA Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;adjective,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;hot·ter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;hot·test, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;adverb, verb,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;hot·ted, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;hot·ting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–adjective  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;having or giving off heat; having a high temperature: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a hot fire; hot coffee. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;having or causing a sensation of great bodily heat; attended with or producing such a sensation: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;He was hot with fever. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;creating a burning sensation, as on the skin or in the throat: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;This ointment is hot, so apply it sparingly. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;sharply peppery or pungent: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Is this mustard hot? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;having or showing intense or violent feeling; ardent; fervent; vehement; excited: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a hot temper. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Informal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;having a strong enthusiasm; eager: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a hot baseball fan. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Slang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;a.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;sexually aroused; lustful. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;b.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;sexy; attractive. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;8.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;violent, furious, or intense: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;the hottest battle of the war. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;9.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;strong or fresh, as a scent or trail. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;10.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;absolutely new; fresh: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a dozen new mystery stories hot from the press. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;11.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;requiring immediate delivery or correspondence; demanding priority: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;The hot freight must be delivered by 10:00 a.m. tomorrow, or we'll lose the contract. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;12.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Slang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;skillful in a reckless or daring way: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a hot pilot. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;13.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;following very closely; close: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to be hot on the trail of a thief. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;14.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;(of colors) extremely intense: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;hot pink. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;15.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Informal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;popular and commercially successful; in demand; marketable: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;The Beatles were a hot group in the 1960s. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;16.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Slang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;extremely lucky, good, or favorable: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;A poker player has to have a hot hand to win the pot. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;17.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Slang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;(in sports and games) playing well or winningly; scoring effectively: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a hot pitcher. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;18.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Slang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;funny; absurd: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;That's a hot one! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;19.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Games&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;close to the object or answer that is being sought. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;20.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Informal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;extremely exciting or interesting; sensational or scandalous: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a hot news story. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;21.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Jazz&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;a.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;(of music) emotionally intense, propulsive, and marked by aggressive attack and warm, full tone. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;b.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;(of a musician) skilled in playing hot jazz. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;22.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Informal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;(of a vehicle) capable of attaining extremely high speeds: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a hot new jet plane. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;23.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Slang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;a.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;stolen recently or otherwise illegal and dangerous to possess: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a hot diamond necklace. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;b.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;wanted by the police. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;c.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=dangerous" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;dangerous.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;24.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Informal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;in the mood to perform exceedingly well, or rapidly, as during a burst of creative work: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Finish writing that story while you're still hot. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;25.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;actively conducting an electric current or containing a high voltage: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a hot wire. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;26.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;of, pertaining to, or noting radioactivity. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;27.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Metalworking&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;noting any process involving plastic deformation of a metal at a temperature high enough to permit recrystallization due to the strain: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;hot working. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="pg"&gt;–adverb  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;28.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;in a hot manner; hotly. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;29.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;while hot: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Garnish the potatoes with parsley and serve hot. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;30.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Metalworking&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;at a temperature high enough to permit recrystallization: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;The wire was drawn hot. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="pg"&gt;–verb (used with object), verb (used without object)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;31.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Chiefly British&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Informal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;to heat; warm (usually fol. by &lt;i&gt;up&lt;/i&gt;). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;32.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;the hots, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Slang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;intense sexual desire or attraction. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="sectionLabel"&gt;—Idioms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;33.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;get hot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Slang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;(in sports and games) to become very effective or successful; score or win repeatedly or easily. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;34.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;hot and bothered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Informal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;excited, aroused, or flustered: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;This mistake isn't worth getting hot and bothered about. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="var"&gt;Also, &lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;all hot and bothered.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;35.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;hot and heavy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Informal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;in an intense, vehement, or passionate manner: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;They argued hot and heavy for 20 minutes. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;36.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;hot under the collar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=collar" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;collar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="dn"&gt;(def. 23)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;37.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;make it hot for, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Informal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;to make something unpleasant for; cause trouble for: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Ever since their argument the principal has been making it hot for the new teacher. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tail"&gt;&lt;hr class="ety"&gt;&lt;div class="ety"&gt;[Origin: &lt;span class="rom-inline"&gt;bef. 1000; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rom-inline"&gt;1920–25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rom-inline"&gt;for def. &lt;span class="dn"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; ME &lt;i&gt;ho&lt;/i&gt;(&lt;i&gt;o&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;i&gt;t,&lt;/i&gt; OE &lt;i&gt;hāt;&lt;/i&gt; c. D &lt;i&gt;heet,&lt;/i&gt; ON &lt;i&gt;heitr,&lt;/i&gt; Sw &lt;i&gt;het,&lt;/i&gt; Dan &lt;i&gt;hed,&lt;/i&gt; G &lt;i&gt;heiss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sectionLabel"&gt;—Related forms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="roset"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;hotly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;adverb  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="roset"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;hotness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="sectionLabel"&gt;—Synonyms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="dn"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; heated; fiery, burning, scorching; scalding, boiling; torrid, sultry. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="dn"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; biting, piquant, sharp, spicy. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="dn"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; fervid; fiery, passionate, intense, excitable, impetuous; angry, furious, irate, violent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="sectionLabel"&gt;—Antonyms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="dn"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;  &lt;span class="src"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)&lt;br /&gt;Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-2365431599436399914?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/2365431599436399914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=2365431599436399914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/2365431599436399914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/2365431599436399914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2007/04/word-of-rthe-day-hot.html' title='Word for the Day: Hot'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-5004166025264807688</id><published>2007-04-18T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:48:42.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Smallville</title><content type='html'>No, not the party place.  How I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so frustrating that my download was almost finished when I left home, so I just left the computer on to let it continue.  But then, the inevitable happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, now the episodes of "Smallville" will now have to wait for a 48-hour recovery period for our PC to turn on.  For some reason, the monitor won't turn on immediately. You have to listen to a "sound" and when it has become louder, you have to press the power button with a certain combination of presses and proper timing so that it will turn on.  Dang.  We won't bother buying a new monitor because in just more than a month, I'll be leaving anyway, and my brother has his own PC.  Dang, I wish I can buy an external HD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of saving, austerity measures have already started.  I had to live with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pancit molo &lt;/span&gt;for lunch and some pepsi.  I walked from outside the subdivision to our house.  I'm not given allowance, so I have to spend my own money.  But my own money is just enough for transportation for the next few days!  So tomorrow, the extreme will happen.  Bike to school, bring a liter of drinking water, and have pancit canton and egg for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk of  saving.  College is nearing, so I have to learn.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while I can't watch Smallville yet, I guess I just have to be satisfied with these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/smallville/cast/images/c/0000/cw-smallville-prt-EDurance-a_001118-00f886-281x374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/smallville/cast/images/c/0000/cw-smallville-prt-EDurance-a_001118-00f886-281x374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erica Durance as Lois Lane.  I find her more beautiful than the one on Superman Returns, but I don't have anything against Kate Bosworth.  They're on different roads anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/smallville/cast/images/c/0000/cw-smallville-prt-KKreuk-a_001119-887dd3-281x374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 206px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/smallville/cast/images/c/0000/cw-smallville-prt-KKreuk-a_001119-887dd3-281x374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristen Kreuk as Lana Lang.  She portrays her role well.  I like her better with Clark rather than with Lex, but I guess Clark is just a bit too pushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/smallville/cast/images/c/0000/cw-smallville-prt-MRosenbaum-a_001120-35127b-281x374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 204px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/smallville/cast/images/c/0000/cw-smallville-prt-MRosenbaum-a_001120-35127b-281x374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael Rosenbaum as Lex Luthor.  So-so.  He plays a good villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/34/71/0000033471_20060927000158.jpg?y=626&amp;sig=7Yd3Va7HN5N1Mujqunf.Ww--"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 215px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/34/71/0000033471_20060927000158.jpg?y=626&amp;sig=7Yd3Va7HN5N1Mujqunf.Ww--" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin Hartley as Oliver Queen (A.K.A. The Green Arrow).  One of my favorite characters.  Shooting arrows and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/smallville/cast/images/c/0000/cw-smallville-prt-TWelling-a_001121-92314d-281x374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/smallville/cast/images/c/0000/cw-smallville-prt-TWelling-a_001121-92314d-281x374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tom Welling as Clark Kent.  He's alright.  It's just sometimes his character in the series is quite stupid.  Especially with Lana.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;X-RAY VISION!!! hehe, joke.  Super hearing na lang eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Images from cwtv.com and yahoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-5004166025264807688?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/5004166025264807688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=5004166025264807688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5004166025264807688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5004166025264807688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2007/04/smallville.html' title='Smallville'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-5719205231157346</id><published>2007-04-18T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T08:37:41.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Webthings'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>I don't normally read chain messages.  Like, I delete them immediately.  But this one is an exception.  Why? I guess you should read it...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a while back, a man, his heart heavy with grief, was walking in the woods. As he thought about his life this day, he knew many things were not right. He thought about those who had lied about him back when he had a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts turned to those who had stolen his things and cheated him. He remembered family that had passed on. His mind turned to the illness he had that no one could cure. His very soul was filled with anger, resentment and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing there this day, searching for answers he could not find, knowing all else had failed him, he knelt at&lt;br /&gt;the base of an old oak tree to seek the one he knew would always be there. And with tears in his eyes, he prayed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord- You have done wonderful things for me in this life. You have told me to do many things for you, an d I&lt;br /&gt;happily obeyed. Today, you have told me to forgive. I am sad, Lord, because I cannot. I don't know how. It is not fair Lord. I didn't deserve these wrongs that were done against me and I shouldn't have to&lt;br /&gt;forgive. As perfect as your way is Lord, this one thing I cannot do, for I don't know how to forgive. My anger is so deep Lord, I fear I may not hear you, but I pray that you teach me to do this one thing I&lt;br /&gt;cannot do - teach me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he knelt there in the quiet shade of that old oak tree, he felt something fall onto his shoulder. He opened&lt;br /&gt;his eyes. Out of the corner of one eye, he saw something red on his shirt. He could not turn to see what it was because where&lt;br /&gt;the oak tree had been was a large square piece of wood in the ground. He raised his head and saw two feet held to the wood&lt;br /&gt;with a large spike through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised his head more, and tears came to his eyes as he saw Jesus hanging on a cross. He saw spikes in His&lt;br /&gt;hands, a gash in His side, a torn and battered body, deep thorns sunk into His head. Finally he saw the suffering and pain on His precious face. As their eyes met, the man's tears turned to sobbing, and Jesus began to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever told a lie?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man answered, "yes, Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever been given too much change and kept it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man answered, " yes. Lord." And the man sobbed more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever taken something from work that wasn't yours?" Jesus asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the man answered, "yes, Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever sworn, using my Father's name in vain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, crying now, answered, "yes, Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jesus asked many more times, "Have you ever...?" The man's crying became uncontrollable, for he could only answer "yes, Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesus turned His head from one side to the other, and the man felt something fall on his other shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;He looked and saw that it was the blood of Jesus. When he looked back up, his eyes met those of Jesus, and there was a look of love the man had never seen or known before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, "I didn't deserve this either, but I forgive you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be hard to see how you're going to get through something, but when you look back in life, you&lt;br /&gt;realize how true this statement is. Read the following first line slowly and let it sink in. If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I love You and I need You, come into my heart, today.&lt;br /&gt;For without You I can do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness definitely is not something easy to do.  But, you know, the ability to forgive also shows that you are able to love.  With noting in return.&lt;br /&gt;Eat your guts and forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-5719205231157346?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/5719205231157346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=5719205231157346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5719205231157346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5719205231157346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2007/04/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-7273576948643011038</id><published>2007-04-17T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T16:23:27.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serye'/><title type='text'>part 4Pilat</title><content type='html'>Linamon ng anino ang liwanag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawawala sa kawalan, walang katiyakan sa oras o sa sarili.  Hindi mapakali sa init na humahaplos sa aking balat, kaya pinili na lang na umupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na makakita.  Hindi makarinig.  Hindi makaamoy.  Hindi makalasa.  Hindi makaramdam.  May liwanag na dumaan!  Pero saglit lang ito.  Nawala rin bigla.  Ipinikit ko na lang ang aking mga mata, na umaasang matatapos rin ito.  Isa lang itong masamang panaginip.  Pero sa halip na makagising, ay bigla kong nakita ang isang bata.  Natatago ang mukha.  Sino siya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang batang lumalaro, tumatakbo kasama pa ng iba.  Nakikipagusap sa kahit sino lang.  Inaanyaya ang kanyang mga kaibigan na kumain, maglaro.  Sinasabihan ang kanyang mga magulang ng, "I love you."  Kumakanta sa harap ng kanyang mga kamag-anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino siya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yinayakap ang mga tao sa paligid.  Hinahagis ang bola sa hangin - shoot sa ring!  Naliligo sa dagat.  Kahit hubo't hubad, walang pakialam.  Nagkaroon ng crush, sinabi sa magulang kung sino.  Nagpapaalam na hindi makatulog sa bahay.  Umalis ang nanay para sa trabaho sa malayo. Umiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino siya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umaakyat sa stage, bumaba.  Maraming nakasabit sa kanya.  Nagpapaalam sa mga kaibigan at sa kaibigang hindi nya na makikita pa.  Umiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakatalikod siya sa akin.  Linapitan ko siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko maging katulad niya.  Sinasabi ang kanyang loob na walang pag-alinlangan.  Ginagawa ang kanyang mga gusto. Pero...bigla siyang tumahimik.  Hindi naman siya umiiyak.  Tinanong ko siya kung bakit.  Hindi sumagot.  Lumapit pa ako.  Abot kamay ko na siya, tinanong ko ulit.  Hindi pa rin sumasagot.  Dahan-dahang inabot ng aking kanang kamay ang kanyang kaliwang balikat.  May pag-aalinglangan.  Sige lang, kawawa naman siya.  Pero nung nasanggi ko na siya ay biglang kumalat ang liwanag.  Nakakasilaw.  Nakakasilaw ang liwanag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di rin tumagal.  Saglit lang ay bumalik na ang paningin ko.  Ang bata ay nakaupo sa silya.  Kasama ang kanyang mga kakalase.  May ginagawa sila sa mesa.  Parang isang maliit na bahay.  Isang palapag, pula ang bubong, puti naman ang pintura ng mga haligi.  May mga bintana sa palibot at may pintuan sa magkabilang dulo.  Parang okay naman, parang tapos na.  Biglang sinabi ng bata na dapat ayusin ang mga halaman na pumapalibot rito.  Dapat maayos ang pagkalagay.  Ayaw ng kanyang mga kasama.  Sabi nila tama na iyon, hindi naman daw ito mapapansin ng guro.  Nagdahilan ang bata.  Pabirong kinantsawan siya ng kanyang mga kasama, pero sumangayon din ang mga ito.  Tumawa lang ang bata.  Umihip nang kaunti ang hangin. Na-puwing ako.  Kumurap ako, at kinuskus ang aking mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagmulat ko ay nakita ko uli ang bata.  Pero nasa ibang lugar na kami.  Walang nasa paligid maliban lang sa isang mababang ring sa harap ng bata.  Hawak-hawak ng bata sa kanyang maliit na mga kamay ang isang bola.  Tumingin siya sa akin.  Hindi ko pa rin maaninag ang kanyang mukha.  Malabo pa rin ang paningin ko.  Nag-dribol siya.  Tumingin sa ring.  Tumigil siya ng pag-dribol.  Pinagitan ang bola sa kanyang mga kamay.  Binaluktot niya ang kanyang mga tuhod.  Dahan-dahang itinaas ang bola, itinuwid ang kanyang mga paa, tumalon nang mababa lamang, at inihagis ang bola.  Dahan- dahan ring pumataas ang bola, lumilibot habang ito ay umaakyat.  Bumaba na rin ito - malapit na lang sa ring.  Patuloy pa rin ito sa pag-ikot.  Bumababa pa rin.  Papasok na ata.  Ayan na, konti na lang.  Papasok na talaga.  Walang duda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umiral uli ang liwanag.  Nakakasilaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagtingin ko nakaupo ang bata.  Ako ay nasa malayong sulok.  Sa harap niya ang kanyang ina.  May doktor.  Parang nasa klinika.  Nag-uusap sila.  May sinabi ang doktor.  Hindi ko marinig nang mabuti.  Lumapit ako.  Hindi na raw...hindi na uli.  Makakasama...tumahimik.  Yan na lang ang aking naabutan.  Yumuko ang bata.  Tumayo na ang nanay niya, nagpasalamat sa doktor, kinamayan.  Kinuha ang kamay ng bata, pinapatayo.  Tumayo na rin ang bata, at dahan-dahan na silang tunungo sa pinto.  Binuksan nila ito, at lumabas na.  Sumunod naman ako, hinahabol bago masara ang pinto.  Pero nasara na.  Nang nasa pinto na ako ay nag-alinlangan ako na buksan ito.  'Di bale na, binuksan ko pa rin.  Lumabas ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumambad sa akin ang mga taong nag-aaway.  Nagsasagutan.  Lumuluha.  Hinanap ko ang bata.  Ayun, nariyan lang siya sa malapit.  Tinitingnan niya lang ang mga umaaway. Bigla siyang umiyak.  Kaibigan niya siguro ang dalawa.  Bakit wala ba siyang ginagawa?  Sinasabihan ng isa ang kanyang kaharap na kung bakit ba siya tinatawag na ganito, ganyan.  Bakit pinaguusapan siya na wala naman siyang ginagawa.  Umiiyak lang ang bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumahimik lang bigla.  Pero patuloy pa rin silang nag-aaway.  Wala akong marinig, walang tunog na lumalabas sa kanilang bibig.  Tumalikod na lang ako, pero tumambad naman sa akin ang bata.  May kaharap siyang kaibigan.  May sinasabi ang bata.  Hindi ko marinig.  Sumagot naman ang kaharap niya na kung bakit ba hawak ng bata ang bag niya.  Walang pakialaman.  Sasagot sana ang bata, pero patuloy pa rin sa pagsambat ang kaharap niya. Hindi na makasagot ang bata.  Yumuko na siya.  Tumulo na ang luha.  Patuloy pa rin sa pagsigaw ang kaharap niya.  Tumutulo pa rin ang luha.  Tinalikuran na siya.  Umalis na ang kanyang kaharap.  Umiiyak pa rin ang bata.  Nakayuko.  Nag-alinlangan pa rin ako, pero linapitan ko siya.  Dahan-dahan akong lumapit sa kaniya.  Pumunta ako sa kanyang harapan.  Yumuyuko pa rin siya.  Umiiyak.  Naisipan kong lumuhod.  Makikilala ko na rin ang bata.  Ipapatong ko na sana ang aking kanang kamay sa kanyang kaliwang balikat, pero nag-alala ako.  Pero, di bale na.  Bahala na.  Dahan-dahan kong ibinaba ang aking kanang kamay.  Naipatong ko sa kanyang kaliwang balikat.  Di parin siya tumigil sa pag-iyak.  Unti-unti na akong lumuhod, hanggang ang mga tuhod ko ay nakalapag na sa lupa. Tinabunan niya ng kanyang kaliwang kamay ang kanyang mukha.  Tinanong ko siya kung bakit niya pinakialaman ang bag.  Pinapahid pa rin niya ang kanyang luha.  Tumingala ako.  Humarap sa kanyang mukha.  Kinuha ko gamit ng aking kanang kamay ang kanyang kamay mula sa kanyang mukha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumambad ang liwanag.  Nakakasilaw.  Nakakasilaw na liwanag.  Pumikit ako.  Pumikit ako nang matindi.  Tinakpan ko ang aking mga mata ng aking mga kamay.&lt;br /&gt;*                                       *                                            *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binuksan ko ang aking mata.  Ang araw.  Lumabas ang araw sa likod ng mga ulap.  Parang nanibago ako sa silaw ng liwanag.  Nakikiayon pa ang aking mata sa biglang pag-liwanag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumalik sa isipan ko ang bata. Parang ang saya-saya naman niya.  Mapagmahal na anak, huwarang mag-aral, mabuting kaibigan.  Pero, bakit ba siya tumahimik? Ano kaya ang dahilan?&lt;br /&gt;*                                       *                                            *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narito pa rin ako sa malawak na soccer field.  Ang mga damo ay sumusunod sa malamig na simoy ng hangin.  Ang mga ibon ay lumilipad patungo sa langit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papalubog na ang araw.  Magtatakip-silim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-7273576948643011038?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/7273576948643011038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=7273576948643011038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/7273576948643011038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/7273576948643011038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2007/04/part-3-pilat.html' title='&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;part 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Pilat'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-116568433915422576</id><published>2007-04-17T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:15:07.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word for the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Webthings'/><title type='text'>word for yesterday: beholden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;be·hold·en&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/premium.gif" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fbeholden"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/speaker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;bɪˈhoʊl&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;dən&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;bi-&lt;b&gt;hohl&lt;/b&gt;-d&lt;i&gt;uh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation"&gt;Show IPA Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–adjective  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;obligated; indebted: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a man beholden to no one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tail"&gt;&lt;hr style="height: 2px;" class="ety"&gt;&lt;div class="ety"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Origin: &lt;span class="rom-inline"&gt;1300–50; &lt;/span&gt;ME, adj. use of &lt;i&gt;beholden,&lt;/i&gt; old ptp. of &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=behold" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;behold&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="sectionLabel"&gt;—Synonyms &lt;/span&gt;obliged, bound, grateful, liable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="src"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)&lt;br /&gt;Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;thanks to sir ed and ma'am cuenca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your Existing Situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Conflict and dissatisfaction of one sort or another enforce the need for the compensations indicated by the + group.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Your Stress Sources&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Feels that life has far more to offer and that there are still important things to be achieved--that life must be experienced to the fullest. As a result, he pursues his objectives with a fierce intensity that will not let go of things. Becomes deeply involved and runs the risk of being unable to view things with sufficient objectivity, or calmly enough; is therefore in danger of becoming agitated and of exhausting his nervous energy. Cannot leave things alone and feels he can only be at peace when he has finally reached his goal.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your Restrained Characteristics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Unhappy at the resistance he feels whenever he tries to assert himself. However, he believes that there is little he can do and that he must make the best of the situation.&lt;p&gt;Egocentric and therefore quick to take offense. Able to achieve satisfaction through sexual activity but tends to hold aloof emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your Desired Objective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Seeks an affectionate relationship, offering fulfillment and happiness. Capable of powerful emotional enthusiasm. Helpful, and willing to adapt himself if necessary to realize the bond of affection he desires. Needs the same consideration and understanding from others.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your Actual Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;        Needs to achieve a stable and peaceful condition, enabling him to free himself of the worry         that he may be prevented from achieving all the things he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh really? hehe. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-116568433915422576?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/116568433915422576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=116568433915422576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/116568433915422576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/116568433915422576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2006/12/rumble-jumble.html' title='word for yesterday: beholden'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-5382154567966276091</id><published>2007-04-17T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:12:12.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Webthings'/><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>took me a while to figure out the new (with respect to the claasic HTML coding) way of web coding.  Is it what they call CSS? Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;now, at least I like how my blog looks, and it's easier to manage.  hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-5382154567966276091?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/5382154567966276091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=5382154567966276091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5382154567966276091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/5382154567966276091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2007/04/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-240033470985607978</id><published>2007-04-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:12:12.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Webthings'/><title type='text'>changing template...</title><content type='html'>I'm changing my template.  Though, how much i want to keep my blog visually good, I was finding it hard to manage.  so right now, I'm back to the basics.  I'll just update this next time...I'm sleepy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-240033470985607978?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/240033470985607978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=240033470985607978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/240033470985607978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/240033470985607978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2007/04/chanigin-template.html' title='changing template...'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-4079327017849233254</id><published>2007-04-12T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:13:30.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>It's been a long road. Graduation marked another fork in the road. I hate to admit it, but I've just realized things too late. Yeah, just like most of you. It almost always happens. It's something very uncomfortable. And we all know we can never go back.And leaving high school has left me with so much questions and anxiety. Dang. It's that you realize them on a sleepless night, or morning, I should say. When you have settled and cleared you mind, they all go inside. Questions, so many, many of them. But then I realized again that I can really not find answers to them right now. It's a matter of being in there, and the choice you make. No matter how you plan, the choice you make when being in the situation will be the answer. Yes, there is no other answer but the one you make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what's next? I dunno. Again, it really depends on what happens, then I can make my choice. Maybe I can set a long-term goal, or maybe do something fun in-the-moment. It really depends. I'm just sure that I don't want to waste my life. It's too good to be wasted. I'm going to serve my purpose, that is, to make my own purpose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes sir...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Citius, Altius, Fortius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'll do my best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-4079327017849233254?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/4079327017849233254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=4079327017849233254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/4079327017849233254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/4079327017849233254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-116463954280212165</id><published>2006-11-27T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:09:57.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prose and Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Mind Mischief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those who visit this blog are going to know who I am in TAMI.  hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Love is something most people say that does not apply to teenagers, that it would be more of infatuation.  They say, teenagers really can’t differentiate love from infatuation.  but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something unexplainable – something beyond words.  As from a movie, “A life without love is no life at all.”  Yeah… of course.  We all come back to love – we all came from love.  The love that God wanted us to feel – we get that.  And we, too, can love.  We share this love with someone special to us, someone close to our hearts.  It is something that only you can understand, and no one else will.  It is something that asks for nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there comes love at first sight.  Many actually don’t believe in this.  They say that once is not enough, that you will keep on “trying to be in love,” that you will fail sometimes.  But, isn’t it, that love is unique?  Isn’t it something different from others?  And, really, how could it be love if “it didn’t work out?”  Love should always be at first sight.  If it’s love, it will really work out.  No matter how far away you may be, it should still be love.  Other than that, it might be something else.  or maybe, it is love, but not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; kind of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Just like when the flowers wilt, and you water them – they grow again.  When, even though it is a rainy day, the sun really sees it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when everything just seems so tiring, when there is such a depressing mood – cold, dark, and quiet, that, despite the laughter of friends trying to set a better mood, it all falls into deaf ears.  And even adding to that is the arrival of the rain.  Giving up seems to be a good decision, where you just retire and call it a day., or do things other than trying to enjoy.  The tire just sets in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                But someone enters the scene.  The mere sight, the mere utter of words – it makes you smile.  But this someone was almost like a lost cause, fought long and very hard, where you try to set it aside for a while, for it seems like all others before.  But no, something disagrees.  You smile.  Not the smile on the face, but something deeper.  Something unexpected…it is there.  Weird, unexplainable…what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love could be the strangest…but it is the most wonderful thing in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-116463954280212165?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/116463954280212165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=116463954280212165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/116463954280212165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/116463954280212165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2006/11/mind-mischief.html' title='Mind Mischief'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-116257238135078093</id><published>2006-11-04T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:05:01.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serye'/><title type='text'>part 31 Cor. 13</title><content type='html'>Kahit pilit na lumalayo, hindi pa rin mawala.  Kahit anong hugot sa mga tinik, ay lalo pang sumasakit.  Kahit ano pang takip ng ilong,  lumulusot pa rin ang halimuyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakatingin pa rin sa walang hanggang kalangitan, tinatanaw ang bawat gahiganteng ulap, iniiwasan ang nakakabulag na sikat ng araw.  Pero ang sinag, nariyan pa rin.  Ang init, humahaplos pa rin sa aking kayumangging balat.  Siyang, nagbibigay buhay sa lahat nangg nilalang sa mundo, pwera multo.  Sa siyensya nga, sa mas simple na eksplinasyon, sa tulong ng araw, nagkaroon ng mga halaman.  Ang mga halaman naman ang siyang nagbigay ng hangin na ating nalalanghap, nakatulog man o gising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap makakita kung wala ang araw.  Hindi tayo nakakakilos ng maayos.  Nagiging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indecisive&lt;/span&gt; na tayo, o 'di kaya'y marahan ang ating pagkilos.  Walang pumapatnubay sa ating mga ginagawa.&lt;br /&gt;Pag binabalewala mo naman ang kapangyarihan ng Haring Araw, naaapektuhan din ang iba (global warming ba?), at nasasaktan mo ang iyong sarili.  Naaagrabiyado, hindi ang ikaw, pati na ang iyong mga dapat gawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinisira mo ang iyong kinabukasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nga, hindi lang natin dapat isipin ang ating sarili, pero pati na rin ang iba.  Kung pinapahalagahan mo nga sila, ay dapat isawasto ang iyong mga ginagawa at iniisip.  Kahit masakit, kung wala naman talagang ginagawang masama, ay hindi tayo dapat maging makasarili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung mahalaga nga sila, isipin dapat ang kanilang kaligayahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang isa sa mga pinakamahalaga na ibinahagi ng Diyos sa atin.  Ito ay ibinahagi Niya sa ating lahat.  Ibahagi rin natin ito sa mga tao sa paligid natin.  Walang hanggan, kung ito ay ating pagiingatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya, dapat, sa Kanya rin ito ibabalik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-116257238135078093?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/116257238135078093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=116257238135078093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/116257238135078093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/116257238135078093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2006/11/part-31-cor-13.html' title='&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;part 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;1 Cor. 13'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-116196648685423796</id><published>2006-10-28T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:08:25.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prose and Poetry'/><title type='text'>One You</title><content type='html'>I wanted to make a song, but heck, what do I know in making one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look~&lt;br /&gt;The clouds seem to be fading&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes glint through the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;The stars up there revealing&lt;br /&gt;Upon this rainy night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One touch~&lt;br /&gt;The cold wind just passes by&lt;br /&gt;While we lie on fine, white sand&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I catch&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your velvet hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word~&lt;br /&gt;Capt'ring the endless divide&lt;br /&gt;With just a few things to say&lt;br /&gt;But the only voice I hear&lt;br /&gt;Forever, with me, will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your look, I see&lt;br /&gt;Your touch, I feel&lt;br /&gt;Your words, I hear&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell the whole world that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hold lights up the fire&lt;br /&gt;Your lips suppress the insanity&lt;br /&gt;Everything becomes different&lt;br /&gt;Something extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because&lt;br /&gt;I'm next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;I know it needs a lot of improvement - I'm going to work on it.  but right nw, I want to capture the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to all for a successful Intrams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternate Destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-116196648685423796?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/116196648685423796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=116196648685423796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/116196648685423796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/116196648685423796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-you.html' title='One You'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-116014456669688628</id><published>2006-10-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:13:30.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>SPED-SEC/ISEC Alumni Homecoming</title><content type='html'>Why is it when I feel like posting, our computer renders unusable?&lt;br /&gt;the one I'm supposed to post is saved there...&lt;br /&gt;darn, we just can't afford a licensed copy of Windows...&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make sure I'm going to get one when I start earning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'll have to bear with it...wait until my Dad installs a new one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but while I'm on it, I'll just endorse, if anyone ever &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; read this, the &lt;a href="http://sped-iloilo.blogspot.com"&gt;SPED Iloilo Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;maintained by the person who makes my headache..hehehe jowk lang gwaps...&lt;br /&gt;Visit it for updates about the upcoming Alumni Homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat blueberry cheesecake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-116014456669688628?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/116014456669688628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=116014456669688628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/116014456669688628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/116014456669688628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2006/10/sped-secisec-alumni-homecoming.html' title='SPED-SEC/ISEC Alumni Homecoming'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-115815951163327605</id><published>2006-09-13T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:15:23.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Webthings'/><title type='text'>The Most "Foolish" Traveler in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a story from Fruits Basket.  It's a nice animé that i just finished watching.  I really wanted to cry but i just held my tears back...T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this story is narated by Momiji-kun.  After reading, I would appreciate if you posted a comment about your opinion.  Actually, the Momiji had more comments on it himself, but I really want to know what you think.  I got this from &lt;a href="http://brymac.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_brymac_archive.html"&gt;http://brymac.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_brymac_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a foolish traveler who had gone on a journey.&lt;br /&gt;Why was he foolish? Well, because he was fooled by everyone he met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Please, some money for medicine...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere he went, people made up all kinds of sad stories to tell him, and the traveler fell for every one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"I have a sick younger sister..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"I don't have money to buy seeds to plant in my fields."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, his money, his clothes, even his shoes had been cheated away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the foolish traveler was always glad to help. And he always told the people the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"I wish you happiness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by this point, though, the traveler was completely naked, and with nothing left to cover himself, he decided to leave the main road and travel through the dense forest, where no one could see him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon, he was discovered by the goblins that lived in the woods. The goblins wanted to eat the traveler's body, so they begged and pleaded, and used&lt;br /&gt;kind words to try and trick him... Of course, the traveler was fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he let the goblins eat one of his legs. Then an arm. Then more and more... Before it was over, all that the traveler had left was his head. He'd even given his eyes away to the last of the goblins... And as that last goblin was eating the traveler's eyes, he turned and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Thank you, traveler. In return, I leave you this present."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the goblin left was a slip of paper, with the word "fool" written on it. The traveler couldn't see it. He didn't know what it was. Even so, tears began to flow down his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"Thank you,"&lt;/span&gt; he said. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"This is the first present anyone ever gave me. I'm so happy. I'm so happy. Thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even without his eyes, he cried and cried, great tears of joy. Then, the traveler died, the smile still on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's... the end of the story.&lt;br /&gt;Is the  traveler really foolish?&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/29548296-115815951163327605?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/115815951163327605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=115815951163327605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115815951163327605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115815951163327605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2006/09/most-foolish-traveler-in-world.html' title='The Most &quot;Foolish&quot; Traveler in the World'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-115655375540711998</id><published>2006-08-26T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:13:30.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Endless Sympathies</title><content type='html'>Again...&lt;br /&gt;After playing a bit and getting very sleepy after a very LONG day (i wonder what would happen if i joined the tree planting...), I just remembered something that I was supposed to ask a teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dang, how could I ask him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already wondering how I could communicate with him...It might be a bit rude if I got a teachers number from a classmate...might be disclosed you know...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Well, it just occurred to me that...I was online.  So I tried using one of the most valuable things in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, voila! there in front of me was the cell #, email add, and even some extra info I could use...&lt;br /&gt;tsk, tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm sure Pisaynons will like this site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pisaywv.blogspot.com"&gt;Bitoon Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay GMA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-115655375540711998?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/115655375540711998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=115655375540711998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115655375540711998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115655375540711998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2006/08/endless-sympathies.html' title='Endless Sympathies'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-115362908410061850</id><published>2006-07-23T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:06:43.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serye'/><title type='text'>part 2Ibon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Sa tagal kong pananatili sa gitna ng malawak na soccer field, at sa pananabik na maging malaya, ay tumayo akong palundag, at sa sandaling iyon ay naramdaman kong may lumabas sa aking likuran, na biglang bumigat ang aking katawan at nawalan ng balanse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pero gumaan din ito bigla, na parang hindi na nakatapak sa lupang natabunan ng luntiang halaman ang aking mga paa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naramdaman kong pumalibot sa akin ang malamig na haingin na parang buhawi, na ang mga damo ay naistorbo mula sa kanilang tahimik na pagyuko.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hinaplos ng simoy ng hangin ang aking maputlang mukha, at unti-unti ko nang natanaw ang mga puting ulap na lumalapit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Magaan, malamig – ganyan ang pakiramdam nang nakalusot ka sa makapal na ulap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ako ay parang naging bata uli, at pinaglaruan ang mga ulap – iniihip-ihip, tinatabuy-taboy, tinutusuk-tusok.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaya&lt;/st1:place&gt; ako na walang nakahadlang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Ang aking paglalaro ay natigil nang napansin ko ang isang grupo ng mga ibong naka-“V.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sa galak na makasama sa kanilang paglakbay, ay linapitan ko agad sila at sumama sa likod ng kanilang &lt;i&gt;formation&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hindi rin ito naging madali dahil iyon pa lang ang aking naging unang pagkakataon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nang lumapit ako ay napakalakas na hangin ang tumama sa akin, at kinailangan kong sumunod sa kanilang bilis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Medyo matagal pa bago ako nasanay sa kanilang ginawa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pero nang nasanay na ako, ay naging madali na rin ito.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;            Talagang masaya.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Masayang-masaya.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sa wakas ay naging malaya na rin ako.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang hadlang…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                          &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                          &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Binuksan ko ang aking mga mata, at nadiskubre kong ako ay nakahiga pa rin sa damo sa soccer field.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Panaginip lang pala.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nalungkot ako nang konti dahil akala ko totoo na talaga, pero nasiyahan din dahil parang naramdaman ko na rin ang aking gustong maramdaman.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Siguro, tatanaw na lang muna ako sa mga ibon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mula sa bilog na mundo na aking kinatatayuan (kinahihigaan), ay mamasdan ko lang muna ang mga lumilipad-lipad na ibon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Masaya pa rin naman ang buhay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-115362908410061850?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/115362908410061850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=115362908410061850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115362908410061850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115362908410061850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2006/07/part-2ibon.html' title='&lt;font size=1&gt;part 2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ibon'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-115349140633893600</id><published>2006-07-21T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:13:30.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Phew...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I spent so much time just to renovate tis blog...&lt;br /&gt;Well, you could visit &lt;a href="http://siraris1024.blogspot.com"&gt;Sir Aris' blog&lt;/a&gt; which i just found recently...it's full pictures of his adventures around the world...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, second part is coming soon...maybe tomorrow...it's late na kasi eh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-115349140633893600?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/115349140633893600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=115349140633893600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115349140633893600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115349140633893600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2006/07/phew.html' title='Phew...'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-115106560172072547</id><published>2006-06-23T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:09:27.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serye'/><title type='text'>First of I don't know how many parts57, 58, 59...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jigsaw.w3.org/Yves/BW/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://jigsaw.w3.org/Yves/BW/bird.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        Matagal-tagal na rin akong nakapuwestong nakahiga sa gitna ng malawak na soccer field – nakatunganga sa kalangitan at tinatanaw ang bawat ibong may layang lumipad sa asul na kalangitan, isa-isang binibilang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kahit na ang layo nila, may kasiyahang naidulot ito sa akin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kahit di mo masyadong makita sila nang malapitan, parang malalaman mo ang kanilang gustong ipahiwatig, ang kanilang nararamdaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kahit na wala silang may sinasabi, nakukuha mo ang kanilang ibaig sabihin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kahit na hindi nagkikita ang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;inyong mga mata, nakikita mo ang kanilang katauhan.                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nakakabighani.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kahit sa konting sandali na nakita ko ang mga ibong dumaan sa itaas, marami na akong nakuha.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isa na riyan ay hindi mo matiwalag ang mga ibon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meron daw siyentipikong dahilan kung bakit ang mga ibon ay nagsasama-sama at karaniwang nag-leletrang “V” ang hugis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ang pagtitipon daw nila at pag hugis ng “V” ay nakakatulong upang manatili ang balanse at bilis nila sa paglipad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mas mahirap daw lumipad kapag ang ibon ay nag-iisa lamang.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kaya pala wala akong nakitang ibong nag-iisa, at kung meron man, kokonti lamang.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ika nga, aerodynamics ng paglipad ng mga ibon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kahit mga hayop pala may alam din sa agham ng kanilang laging ginagawa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pero kahit nakikita mo sila, di ka nila napapansin. Kumaway ka man, sumigaw, sumayaw, o tumalon, wala pa rin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Malayo nga, eh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kahit na nakatutok kang nakatingin sa kanila, parang wala lang.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Patuloy pa rin sila sa paglakbay, sa pagtahak sa daan sa ibabaw.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kaya nga nariyan ka lang sa ilalim, nakatingin sa bawat malumanay na hampas ng kanilang pakpak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sana malaya rin ako, parang ibon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Photo from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://jigsaw.w3.org/Yves/BW/&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/29548296-115106560172072547?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/115106560172072547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=115106560172072547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115106560172072547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115106560172072547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-of-i-dont-know-how-many-parts57.html' title='&lt;font size=1&gt;First of I don&apos;t know how many parts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;57, 58, 59...'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-115106355616931548</id><published>2006-06-23T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:13:30.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Coming VERY soon...</title><content type='html'>Watch out for &lt;blockquote&gt;"Hindi ba Talaga Nakakaramdam ng Pag-ibig ang Isang Teenager?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-115106355616931548?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/115106355616931548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=115106355616931548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115106355616931548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115106355616931548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2006/06/coming-very-soon.html' title='Coming &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt; soon...'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-115020641656892115</id><published>2006-06-13T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:08:55.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prose and Poetry'/><title type='text'>Out of the Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You saw me here&lt;br /&gt;I saw you come-&lt;br /&gt;And 'twas the first time, then&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You took my hand&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up-&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;Everything became real&lt;br /&gt;Gone were&lt;br /&gt;The shadows of the past&lt;br /&gt;It soon became clear&lt;br /&gt;Beyond what I fear&lt;br /&gt;The truth that lies ahead&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's a long way&lt;br /&gt;Through all night and day&lt;br /&gt;To reach our destinations&lt;br /&gt;Our roads have crossed&lt;br /&gt;But then we've to part&lt;br /&gt;Heading different directions&lt;br /&gt;But with the sky&lt;br /&gt;So clear and high&lt;br /&gt;Look up and see -&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what destiny brings?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The night is gone&lt;br /&gt;The dawn has come&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll go through&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hold on to tight&lt;br /&gt;Don't stray away&lt;br /&gt;That's all that we should do&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Go on&lt;br /&gt;To the life you've been dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Stand strong&lt;br /&gt;Let's just keep on believing&lt;br /&gt;The moments we shared&lt;br /&gt;The troubles we beared&lt;br /&gt;Let us all be true&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's a long way&lt;br /&gt;Through all night and day&lt;br /&gt;To reach our destinations&lt;br /&gt;Our roads have crossed&lt;br /&gt;But then we've to part&lt;br /&gt;Heading different directions&lt;br /&gt;But with the sky&lt;br /&gt;So clear and high&lt;br /&gt;Look up and see -&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what destiny brings?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;We are one&lt;br /&gt;Keep on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Standing on high ground&lt;br /&gt;Look all around you -&lt;br /&gt;Lead on!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is the story&lt;br /&gt;of how everything came&lt;br /&gt;Out of the Blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-115020641656892115?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/115020641656892115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=115020641656892115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115020641656892115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115020641656892115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2006/06/out-of-blue.html' title='Out of the Blue'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548296.post-115002013406732819</id><published>2006-06-11T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:12:55.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word for the Day'/><title type='text'>phos·pho·res·cence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Pronunciation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;-'re-s&lt;sup&gt;&amp;&lt;/sup&gt;n(t)s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Function: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; luminescence that is caused by the absorption of radiation at one wavelength followed by delayed reradiation at a different wavelength and that continues for a noticeable time after the incident radiation stops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; an enduring luminescence without sensible heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Source: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://webster.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Merriam-Webster&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548296-115002013406732819?l=astrangeglow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/feeds/115002013406732819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548296&amp;postID=115002013406732819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115002013406732819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548296/posts/default/115002013406732819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astrangeglow.blogspot.com/2006/06/phosphorescence.html' title='phos·pho·res·cence'/><author><name>jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700856452140222103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
