<?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-5171163947480945930</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:15:37.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a mystery to be uncovered...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-3084551850388754747</id><published>2012-01-18T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T02:52:22.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE OX in the YeAr 2012 WaTeR DrAgOn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Best Compatible Animal Signs  – Rat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Compatible Animal Signs  – Ox, Rooster and Snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Conflict Animal Sign  – Goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;The basic character of a person born in the year of the Ox is that he/she is very honest, trustworthy, hard working; has a strong sense of integrity and strong willed. This person is a very good worker as well as one who depends on his/her own strength and capability to earn success and recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;This is a year of vibrancy and opportunities if you can stay calm and focused without being overwhelmed by the greed of success. Stay in low profile, talk lesser and listen/observe more, so that you will not get yourself caught in the political whirlpool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Health is not optimal this year, beware illness that will fall upon you, thus seek early treatments before it becomes too serious to handle. Control your diet and have enough sleep, avoid excessive drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-3084551850388754747?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/3084551850388754747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=3084551850388754747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/3084551850388754747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/3084551850388754747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2012/01/ox-in-year-2012-water-dragon.html' title='ThE OX in the YeAr 2012 WaTeR DrAgOn!'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-5633792280085090730</id><published>2011-10-24T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T12:48:56.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfPjuisI1qY/TqXAtx5lwzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nhs5xnYZRYA/s1600/four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfPjuisI1qY/TqXAtx5lwzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nhs5xnYZRYA/s400/four.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667147598837170994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we have arrived at number four on September 26, 2011.. CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! 4years and counting.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-5633792280085090730?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/5633792280085090730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=5633792280085090730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/5633792280085090730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/5633792280085090730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-we-have-arrived-at-number-four-on.html' title=''/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfPjuisI1qY/TqXAtx5lwzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nhs5xnYZRYA/s72-c/four.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-1965168931384420378</id><published>2011-03-12T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:35:52.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FiShiNg EsCaPadE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;just got back.. went fishing w/ Diko, LJ, yaya Mely, Tata, Papa Po, Mama Ging &amp;amp; Inday Mary Grace.... caught 20pcs of fish... 17 Bangus and 3 Tilapia.. and guess what?! i caught the most = 12.. Tata got 5.. and LJ got 3... Tata caught the biggest... LJ was the 1st 1 to catch a fish.. Diko &amp;amp; Papa Po were the ones taking them off the hook.. so we are all title holders.. it was my first time to go fishing and it was really fun.. caught all the fishes in the span of 1hr and 30mins... and after all the hardwork, Papa Po and yaya took 2 tilapia and 3 bangus for our lunch.. Tinolang Bangus and sinugbang Tilapai &amp;amp; Bangus... yum2x.. hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;back in the days, i used to go digging for earthworms with our neighbor's kid then we'll go to the swamp/creek nearby and fish for pantat and whatever fish is there in that creek.. of course, young as i was, i didn't get to touch the hook and put bait on it... i was just a bystander... lol.. now, after almost 2 decades i was able to catch my own fish.. wooohooo... still can't get over the feeling... hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Also went boating... Tata and i shared a boat and i had my 1st try @ rowing.... it was fun but i have a feeling i will have muscle ache later.. hehehe.. salonpas to the rescue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;...will go again next Sunday!!!! woohooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-1965168931384420378?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/1965168931384420378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=1965168931384420378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/1965168931384420378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/1965168931384420378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2011/03/fishing-escapade.html' title='FiShiNg EsCaPadE!'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-3718201462131269836</id><published>2011-02-01T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:29:40.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 HeRe I CoMe!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; width: 464px; height: 2335px;" border="0" cellpadding="8" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" width="15"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE OX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="thumb tright"&gt; &lt;div class="thumbinner" style="width: 222px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Oxen.svg" class="image"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/d1/Oxen.svg/220px-Oxen.svg.png" class="thumbimage" width="220" height="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="thumbcaption"&gt; &lt;div class="magnify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Oxen.svg" class="internal" title="Enlarge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bits.wikimedia.org/skins-1.5/common/images/magnify-clip.png" alt="" width="15" height="11" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sturdy, earthy, no-nonsense – that’s the Ox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Affectionate and easy-going, the Ox can show a fierce temper when agitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He is neat, tidy, quiet and studious, with a great love of his home. Music can be a great love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Family life and a loving partner are high on the Ox’s priorities. A wonderful loyal friend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forecast for 2011&lt;/b&gt; The Ox will have grown quite a bit during 2010. Its whirlwind moments and sudden challenges meant the Ox had to adjust his thinking and change direction on a dime! Some may feel a bit low about the way things went and it’s important to look forward to 2011 and put 2010 firmly behind them. The Chinese Year of the Rabbit will be encouraging for the Ox. For those who wish to change their career or at least change the direction of it, February, March and September will bring exciting offers and progress. Romance is highlighted in a very special way this year, with unattached Oxen finding themselves in exactly the right place at the right time to meet someone very special. For those in a relationship, this will strengthen and grow. June, July and October are wonderful months for love and romance. Friendship will be important during 2011. Whether the Ox is looking for new friends or drawing on friendships he already has, it’s important that he stays socially active. March, August and December will be particularly busy socially. The Ox should take time to ensure his diet is healthy and that he is taking time to exercise and spend time outdoors. Rest and relaxation will be vital for all Oxen during the Year of the Rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting Ox Facts: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Aquamarine&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Carnation&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 1-3 am&lt;br /&gt;Season: Winter&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Green, Yellow, Black&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Pisces (Feb 19- Mar 20)&lt;/h2&gt;        &lt;img src="http://www.horoscopes-love.eu/pic/zd0003.jpg" alt="Pisces yearly horoscopes 2011" class="zodiac" width="120" height="90" /&gt;             &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2011 is a two-sided coin for Pisces! Looking ahead to the Pisces 2011 yearly horoscope, there will be major success when it comes to all matters not related to interpersonal relationships. Career, money and the desire to learn and grow will shape the first half of the year. The latter part of the Pisces 2011 yearly horoscope will require the effort and energy that got you to this place to begin with, but that’s okay. Pisces has never been afraid of hard work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When it comes to interpersonal relationships, Pisces 2011 will offer a bit more of a challenge. Many issues will require you to take the time to understand issues and resolve them. The good news is that you are up to the challenge. Sensitive and known to struggle, Pisces will welcome the peace brought on by 2011.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Pisces in 2011&lt;/h2&gt;         &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Pisces 2011 Career and Income Horoscope&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your hard work has finally paid off, as you will surely see in your Pisces 2011 yearly horoscope . In the earlier part of the year, you will most likely see dividends on the effort you put forth from 2010. If you haven’t been laying any groundwork whatsoever, it doesn’t matter much. Luck is with you and in the earlier part of the year, it will feel like you just can’t lose. Everything’s falling into place and, in those moments where you think all if lost, something even better is in the works. Take advantage of this flourishing time in the first quarter of your Pisces 2011 yearly horoscope because after March, career and money will become a much more complex issue. Get ready to work harder because that lucky streak of big rewards with little effort will come to an end. &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Pisces 2011 Love, Family and Social life Horoscope &lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As for family and friends, things are good. It will be a steady beginnning of comfort and familiarity but watch your step. In July, a certain relationship will get a little rocky. Use this time as a period to reevaluate. Is your friendship or relationship giving you what you need? If the answer is yes, then you need to take a look at what you’re giving in return. Problems are coming from somewhere. Take time to get to the root of the issue and work through it. Although there will be room for misunderstanding until September or October, it’s important to invest a little TLC where it matters. If things get rocky, listen to this Pisces 2011 yearly horoscope and make your relationships count. &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pisces 2011 Education and Traveling Horoscope &lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Full of vitality, you welcome all that life has to offer you in terms of education. After all, it was learning how to excel that brought you success in the first place. Your interest in learning will get stronger at the midpoint in the year, whereas the desire to travel will make sense during the stable and successful early months of Pisces 2011. &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Pisces 2011 Health Horoscope &lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; It’s easy to feel good when life is going so well! After all the work you’ve done, you deserve rewards. But don’t let up. Health has a way of sneaking away from you if you stop putting in the time. In spite of the success you will experience at the beginning of the year, maintain moderation in all things. This will keep you out of your head and fight off the indecision you are often prone to. So, get out there and go for it, Pisces 2011! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-3718201462131269836?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/3718201462131269836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=3718201462131269836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/3718201462131269836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/3718201462131269836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011-here-i-come.html' title='2011 HeRe I CoMe!!!!'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-8809803391005757909</id><published>2010-10-06T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T10:33:43.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ThReE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/TKyyQXmpWjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8hUpqHsABnk/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/TKyyQXmpWjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8hUpqHsABnk/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524986837160516146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This should have been posted last September 26, 2010... sorry it's late... but just wanted to say that it has been a very colorful number 3... and hopefully it will become more colorful w/ each passing day.. so now.. working on getting to number 4..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-8809803391005757909?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/8809803391005757909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=8809803391005757909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/8809803391005757909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/8809803391005757909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2010/10/three.html' title='ThReE'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/TKyyQXmpWjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8hUpqHsABnk/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-7085704212312199332</id><published>2010-10-06T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T10:20:13.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CoNvEniEnCe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;friends should not need any reason to just drop by anytime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;friends should not only just be remembered when you failed at something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;friends should not only be remembered when you just had your heart broken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nor should they be only remembered when you feel lonely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because the point is... friends should always be remembered.. good times and bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and NOT only when it is convenient..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-7085704212312199332?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/7085704212312199332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=7085704212312199332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/7085704212312199332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/7085704212312199332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2010/10/convenience.html' title='CoNvEniEnCe'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-206249800130579699</id><published>2010-08-15T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T09:00:20.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CoNfiDeNt THiEf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i still can't get over the stuff that the thief took from our bhauz...  i am not sure if i am going to laugh or cry.. letche! nanggrocery sa balay. unsay pagto-o niya? supermarket??!!!! gone  are my noodles (2packs), pancit canton (1pack), crab and corn soup (2sachets), corn kernels (1 big can) , milo (6sachets),  pineapple tidbits (at least 3packs) , milo collectible cups (2pcs), 1 big lock n lock container and  more (kung unsa pa to lain sulod sa akong cupboard) gibilin lang ang  tuna ug sardinas.... (at may gana pa siyang mamili sa???!!!!)  plus he took my islander sandals and 1 black shirt..  nangukab pa jud sa ref nya g inom among fresh milk and took sam's 5pcs  of apples and alex's porchops... wala pa cguro nasatisfy sa milk  gpagawas pa ang pitchel ug niinom ug tubig...  sam's new shirt and nikki's CPU are also missing.. haaaaaaaaaaayyyy.. kung wala maabot c nikki bcin maapil pa ang 4kilos of rice.... faet... baga jud kaayo ug nawong!!! confident!!! whoever he is I hope he gets food poisoning and rot in hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-206249800130579699?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/206249800130579699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=206249800130579699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/206249800130579699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/206249800130579699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2010/08/confident-thief.html' title='CoNfiDeNt THiEf'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-7514604651493640638</id><published>2010-05-11T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:25:21.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ThOuGhTs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;it's been a couple of months since my last blog and it's been tiring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i don't know why but even w/ just thinking i get tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;grumpy, irritable, and sometimes unreasonable.... moods that you can see in me often...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;there's just gonna be 1 more chemo cycle and hopefully we're done w/ the treatment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;yipee!!!! i'm happy that somehow everything looks like it is going to go back to "almost" normal soon.... yet with the ending of this hurdle, another worry is knocking at my door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;whatever discussions about my future is going to be put in motion again... the truce is going to be lifted and i'm gonna need to be battle-ready again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i know i am being selfish and stubborn... you might even think that i am overreacting and blowing it out of proportions... but for me right NOW, i am fighting to have the freedom to decide on what to do w/ myself... i don't wanna go home... i don't see how i am gonna make a living there.... i don't want to be told what to do.. i don't want to have to argue everyday... i don't even want to listen to bickering every day.... i don't want to fight w/ people that i love... i am tired of tiptoeing around them... i don't want to take care of other people and everything by myself... i'm not ready to be THAT responsible and kind yet... i am still learning to take care of myself and still at the stage of exploring the world... i have not seen much of the outside yet but i am already expected to go home????... it feels so unfair... i wrote NOW in caps because i know later when i am already satisfied with what i have seen outside, I CAN and I WILL do it willingly... i know i will be going back home...  all i am asking is for now... please let me grow and please let me be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-7514604651493640638?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/7514604651493640638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=7514604651493640638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/7514604651493640638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/7514604651493640638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts.html' title='ThOuGhTs'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-5682284961747602697</id><published>2010-01-27T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:32:03.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JANUARY 2010</title><content type='html'>I know I've been silent since November..&lt;br /&gt;my life's been crazy and it's just recently that somehow i had enough time  and inspiration to write again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st off, mom's 1st chemo cycle was last Jan. 8. luckily not much bad reaction... she just experienced vomiting 3days after the chemo. lasted for 2 days.. after that she wants to go places as if she didn't undergo chemo.. she got bored just staying at home.. then she gets easily irritated and argues w/ dad almost everyday.. and it's draining me... badlungon sad kaayo akong mom.. haaayyy.. pwede pa lang makigbaylo ay! akoy mama nya akong mom ang anak kay nabunalan na guro.. but don't get me wrong.. i love my parents.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd chemo cycle will be on Feb. 5... hopefully all goes well.. even now she's starting to loose her hair and is worried about it.. i keep telling her that it's ok and that it'll grow back and not to worry about it.. it's her chance to show off her new hats and scarves.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just last week or so we learned that my dad also has a health problem that needs operation. but at least it's not as immediate as my mom's so we're planning to have his operation after mom's chemo cycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, didn't want to write about this... but seeing a friend yesterday by chance has triggered my emotions.. and here i am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really happy yesterday when i saw my friend eventhough his first words were "BING!!!! You are so big!" w/ the matching facial expression.. hahaha.. it was sooo him.. then he opened up his arms and i hugged him.. it was the 1st time that i hugged him @ the center of a  busy mall and i think it's the first time that he offered to be hugged... hehehe..  it has been a while since i last saw and talked to him. i know  i am wrapped up in my world and it's the same w/ him.. and to think that meeting was just like for 5mins. 'coz he had to go eat and i had to go buy my mom's meds and to look for a fan but "wham!. .great impact!".  it made me feel secure in our friendship and it made me happy... i was tired and i think it was not the usual "tired after a day's work"...   it made me emotional that i felt like crying while i was still at the mall.. i realized that i needed his hug and that i missed my friend... and i had this big silly smile until i got home.. 'til now i get teary eyed when i think about it.. :) all i can say is "thank you friend"..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-5682284961747602697?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/5682284961747602697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=5682284961747602697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/5682284961747602697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/5682284961747602697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-2010.html' title='JANUARY 2010'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-2027930832940096303</id><published>2009-11-20T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:45:42.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FeAr</title><content type='html'>just received the diagnoses from my Mama's surgeon today.&lt;br /&gt;now, we're battling the fear of Breast Cancer...&lt;br /&gt;my Mom needs to have mastectomy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time i am alone i just want to sit and cry....&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling myself that i need to be strong for my Mom...&lt;br /&gt;so i have to put on a straight face everytime i see her and go w/ her to see her doctor...&lt;br /&gt;in my heart i am praying that everything will turn out ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help us....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-2027930832940096303?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/2027930832940096303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=2027930832940096303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/2027930832940096303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/2027930832940096303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/11/fear.html' title='FeAr'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-5951197630376379086</id><published>2009-11-11T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:56:03.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRiEnDs????</title><content type='html'>right?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;with friends like you who would need enemies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;can't help but laugh... OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;such a facade!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liar.. liar.. head's on fire...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-5951197630376379086?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/5951197630376379086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=5951197630376379086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/5951197630376379086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/5951197630376379086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends.html' title='FRiEnDs????'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-2887001910123346596</id><published>2009-11-04T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:09:15.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only When SHe Sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;this is for a friend who i hope finds her peace  when she sleeps 'coz i know every time she's awake she's been struggling to be free from her pain and sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Smiling and laughing... hiding a broken heart that's been trampled on by people who's not even worth a speck of her time and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY WHEN I SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;by: The Corrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're only just a dreamboat&lt;br /&gt;Sailing in my head&lt;br /&gt;You swim my secret oceans&lt;br /&gt;Of coral blue and red&lt;br /&gt;Your smell is incense burning&lt;br /&gt;Your touch is silken yet&lt;br /&gt;It reaches through my skin&lt;br /&gt;And moving from within&lt;br /&gt;It clutches at my breast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's only when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;See you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You got me spinning round and round&lt;br /&gt;Turning upside-down&lt;br /&gt;But I only hear you breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Got me spinning round and round&lt;br /&gt;Turning upside-down&lt;br /&gt;But its only when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake from slumber&lt;br /&gt;Your shadow's disappear&lt;br /&gt;Your breath is just a sea mist&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding my body&lt;br /&gt;I'm workin' through the daytime&lt;br /&gt;But when it's time to rest&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my breath&lt;br /&gt;Falling from the edge&lt;br /&gt;But it's only when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You got me spinning round and round&lt;br /&gt;Turning upside-down&lt;br /&gt;But I only hear you breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Got me spinning round and round&lt;br /&gt;Turning upside-down&lt;br /&gt;But its only when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;It's only when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon instrumental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Where angels fly&lt;br /&gt;I'll never die&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian High&lt;br /&gt;In bed I lie&lt;br /&gt;No need to cry&lt;br /&gt;My sleeping cry&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's reaching through my skin&lt;br /&gt;Movin' from within&lt;br /&gt;Clutches at my breasts&lt;br /&gt;But it's only when I sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You got me spinning round and round&lt;br /&gt;Turning upside-down&lt;br /&gt;But I only hear you breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Got me spinning round and round&lt;br /&gt;Turning upside-down&lt;br /&gt;But its only when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Where angels fly&lt;br /&gt;I'll never die&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian High&lt;br /&gt;In bed I lie&lt;br /&gt;No need to cry&lt;br /&gt;My sleeping cry&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian High.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-2887001910123346596?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/2887001910123346596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=2887001910123346596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/2887001910123346596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/2887001910123346596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-when-she-sleeps.html' title='Only When SHe Sleeps'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-2540875429601629269</id><published>2009-07-29T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:04:06.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JuLy UpDaTe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SnCcUakSYfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KduLcYfOa-4/s1600-h/home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SnCcUakSYfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KduLcYfOa-4/s400/home.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363959030741098994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;can't think of much to say right now.... was just thinking that it's almost the end of the month and I haven't even wrote 1 single thing.. so here's what's popping into my head now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:webdings;" &gt;... I just moved to another apartment early this month and I'm sharing it w/ 3 other  friends... it's so nice 'coz I can cook, clean,  organize and do house stuff w/o any violent reaction from my housemates. I think they understand my being an OC sometimes (or is it often?.. hehehe..) so they just let me be.. my room is bigger and cooler compared to my previous one (but the real test will come next summer. hopefully it's still going to be cool). there's a little dining/receiving area separate from the kitchen and 3 bedrooms. I occupy the mid-sized one that has 3 windows... Although I need to commute everyday so far I like going home there because it's not just a place to sleep but instead it's a place that i can call my 3rd home.. yipee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-2540875429601629269?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/2540875429601629269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=2540875429601629269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/2540875429601629269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/2540875429601629269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-update.html' title='JuLy UpDaTe'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SnCcUakSYfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KduLcYfOa-4/s72-c/home.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-4095864227757226094</id><published>2009-06-17T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:35:34.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ReD HeArT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/Sjk1HG9gnyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GMJo2BR8jBA/s1600-h/heart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348364428723134242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/Sjk1HG9gnyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GMJo2BR8jBA/s400/heart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What color heart are you? quiz and the result is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You possess the qualities of vigor, willpower, rage, anger, leadership, courage, longing, malice, and wrath. The one that you give your red heart to will be mighty lucky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----&gt; ug sa dihang nalingaw jud ko.. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-4095864227757226094?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/4095864227757226094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=4095864227757226094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/4095864227757226094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/4095864227757226094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/06/red-heart.html' title='ReD HeArT'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/Sjk1HG9gnyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GMJo2BR8jBA/s72-c/heart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-3461523722038962376</id><published>2009-06-11T11:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:02:08.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FiRe!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fire! Fire! Fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;......Call the fire department and call an ambulance as well.. My true friends, keep a fire extinguisher ready.. 'coz i'll be set ablaze soon by the enemy???? or by someone i hold dear that's not worthy???? hehehehehe.. and i know you're wondering what's up w/ this blog today... just laughing on some private joke... actually.. I was supposed to write this up yesterday but since i was not feeling well so here it is.. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-3461523722038962376?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/3461523722038962376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=3461523722038962376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/3461523722038962376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/3461523722038962376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/06/fire.html' title='FiRe!!!'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-7256075213669089323</id><published>2009-06-05T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:53:23.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boss or A Leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SilNStW6RuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Qz3CR8ZrxXQ/s1600-h/boss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343887416660477666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SilNStW6RuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Qz3CR8ZrxXQ/s400/boss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just wanna share this....&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The difference between a boss and a leader: a boss says, 'Go!' - a leader says, 'Let's go!'"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt;&gt;&gt; this was shared by a co-worker who's also a friend.... it's just a simple line but Man! when you think about it, it makes so much sense... which do you think would give a better result when you are in a team-playing environment???? and if you are a member, would you prefer to work w/ a boss or w/ a good leader? I, for one, prefer the latter. I just can't rememeber where i read/heard this line though: "Lead and I will follow".... and I can think of a lot of ironic circumstances about this line too... but that is something that I should be the only one to know.... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-7256075213669089323?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/7256075213669089323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=7256075213669089323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/7256075213669089323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/7256075213669089323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/06/boss-or-leader.html' title='A Boss or A Leader'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SilNStW6RuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Qz3CR8ZrxXQ/s72-c/boss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-4607733981234001736</id><published>2009-05-26T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:22:19.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WeEkEnD AdVenTure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/ShwytqU3W6I/AAAAAAAAADw/1kbGvch94ZQ/s1600-h/100_5329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340199018191870882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/ShwytqU3W6I/AAAAAAAAADw/1kbGvch94ZQ/s400/100_5329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/ShwyBABQM2I/AAAAAAAAADo/u7Fne52FL2M/s1600-h/DSC08184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340198250921079650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/ShwyBABQM2I/AAAAAAAAADo/u7Fne52FL2M/s400/DSC08184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/ShwyBFNAo-I/AAAAAAAAADg/_DV8cMW2qdA/s1600-h/DSC08100.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for another update.. so here I am.... hehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and some officemates went to the beach last Sunday 5/24 and spent the night there... no reserved bedroom... just an open cottage w/ 1 lightbulb, a table and some benches and mats to sleep in... for me it was another adventure 'coz it was my first time to sleep in a mat on the sand of some beach w/ no roof (just my sarong for a blanket).. it was so cold.. hehehe.. but it was nice.. something new... and it's a lot of fun even if i just slept for just 2-3hrs that time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now I'm excited for the next adventure.. 'til next time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-4607733981234001736?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/4607733981234001736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=4607733981234001736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/4607733981234001736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/4607733981234001736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-adventure.html' title='WeEkEnD AdVenTure'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/ShwytqU3W6I/AAAAAAAAADw/1kbGvch94ZQ/s72-c/100_5329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-913979330349056288</id><published>2009-04-23T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:56:41.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ART OF EXECUTION by Guy Kawasaki of How to Change the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SfD-PyeyR7I/AAAAAAAAADY/8n1zwOU72SE/s1600-h/CEO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328037906381686706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SfD-PyeyR7I/AAAAAAAAADY/8n1zwOU72SE/s400/CEO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My supervisor shared this link to me @ work and I think it's pretty good and useful so I'm gonna share it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;............................................&lt;a href="javascript:blendvote_submit(618)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a man tells you that he got rich through hard work, ask him: “Whose?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;—&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Don Marquis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the movie The Candidate, the Robert Redford character mouths “Now what?” after he gets elected. Most entrepreneurs ask the same question after they get funded. The answer is, “Now &lt;strong&gt;you have to deliver&lt;/strong&gt;.” And the next question is, “How do we deliver?” This is where the art of execution comes in, and in times like this, you either execute or you die—no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Create something worth executing.&lt;/strong&gt; You’re going to get tired of my obsession with great products and services, but pitching, demoing, bootstrapping, and executing are a lot easier if you’ve created something meaningful. It’s hard to stay motivated and excited about executing crap. It’s easy if you’re changing the world. So if you and your team are having a hard time executing, maybe you’re working on the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Set goals&lt;/strong&gt;. The next step is to set goals. Not just any kind of goals, but goals that embody these qualities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Measurable&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; If a goal isn’t measurable, it’s unlikely you’ll achieve it. For a startup, quantifiable goals are things like shipping deadlines, downloads, and sales volume. The old line “What gets measured gets done” is true. This also has ramifications for the number of goals, because you can’t (and shouldn’t) measure everything. Three to five goals measured on a weekly basis are plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Achievable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Take your “conservative” forecasts for these goals and multiply them by 10 percent; then use that as your goal. For example, if you think you’ll easily sell a million units in the first year, set your goal at 100,000 units. There is nothing more demoralizing than setting a conservative goal and falling short; instead take 10 percent of your forecast, make this your goal, and blow it away. You might think that such a practice will lead to underachieving organizations, because they aren’t being challenged—yeah, well, check back with me after you don’t sell a million widgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relevant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A good goal is relevant. If you’re a software company, it’s the number of downloads of your demo version. It’s not your ranking in Alexa, so telling the company to focus on getting into the top 50,000 sites in the world in terms of traffic is not nearly as relevant as 10,000 downloads per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rathole resistant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A goal can be measurable, achievable, and relevant and still send you down a rathole. Let’s say you’ve created a content Web site. Your measurable, achievable, and relevant goal is to sign up 100,000 registered users in the first ninety days. So far, so good. But what if you focus on this body count without regard to the stickiness of the site? So now you’ve gotten 100,000 people to register, but they visit once and never return. That’s a rathole. Ensure that your goal encompasses all the factors that will make your organization viable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Postpone, or at least de-emphasize, touchy-feely goals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Touchy-feely goals like “create a great work environment” are bull shiitake. They may make the founders feel good. They may even make the employees feel good. But companies that reach on measurable goals are happy. Those that don’t, aren’t. As soon as you start missing the measurable goals, all the touchy-feely stuff goes out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Communicate the goals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Many executive teams set goals but don’t communicate them to the organization. For goals to be effective, they have to be communicated to everyone. Employees should wake up in the morning thinking about how they’re going to help achieve these goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Establish a single point of responsibility.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you ask your employees who is responsible for a goal, and no one can answer you in ten seconds, there’s not enough accountability. Good employees accept responsibility. Great employees seek responsibility. Lousy employees avoid responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Follow through on an issue until it is done or irrelevant.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Many organizations set goals and even measure progress toward them. However, after a short time, some goals are no longer on the radar because people start focusing on the coolest and most interesting stuff . For example, fixing bugs in the current version of a software application is not as interesting as designing a new, breakthrough product—but your current customers think it is. Legend has it that Pat Riley, the coach of the Los Angeles Lakers, measured stats of his players and posted each player’s progress on his locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reward the achievers.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Rewarding the people who achieve their goals has two positive effects. First, the achievers become even more excited about doing their job. Second, the under- and nonachievers know that the company takes execution very seriously. The form of the reward can be money, stock options, time off —whatever works to serve notice to everyone that “this person delivered.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Establish a culture of execution.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Execution is not an event—a onetime push toward achieving goals. Rather, it is a way of life, and this way of life is set in the early days of the organization. The best way to establish this culture is for the founders, particularly the CEO, to set an example of meeting goals, responding to customers, and heeding and measuring employees. This obsession should include the CEO’s answering e-mails and responding to phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heed your Morpheus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Morpheus is the character in The Matrix who gave Neo the choice between the blue pill and the red pill. He was, essentially, the adult supervision. Cold, brutal reality is the ally of execution, so find a Morpheus who distributes the red pills and enables employees to see things as they really are.&lt;br /&gt;When the hype dies down, a company either executed or it didn’t. Put aside the brilliance of your idea, the qualifications of your world-class team, and the hype surrounding your launch. Either you ship a product and customers buy it, or not. That’s execution, and execution is why you get the big bucks and perks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://blogs.openforum.com/2009/01/13/the-art-of-execution/"&gt;http://blogs.openforum.com/2009/01/13/the-art-of-execution/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-913979330349056288?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/913979330349056288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=913979330349056288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/913979330349056288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/913979330349056288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-of-execution-by-guy-kawasaki-of-how.html' title='THE ART OF EXECUTION by Guy Kawasaki of How to Change the World'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SfD-PyeyR7I/AAAAAAAAADY/8n1zwOU72SE/s72-c/CEO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-6181040023715286716</id><published>2009-04-20T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:11:17.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so NEAR yet so FAR</title><content type='html'>you are so near that it will only take me to stretch out my arm and i get to touch you...&lt;br /&gt;you are so near that i can hear your voice even if sometimes i don't want to&lt;br /&gt;you are so near that every time something drops, my world also shakes....&lt;br /&gt;but even with you so near.. i know we have never been so far apart as far as like now..&lt;br /&gt;.... i have no idea if things are still going to get fixed between us... and i have no idea how...&lt;br /&gt;i got hurt and in return i hurt the person who hurt me.... i tried to reach out but that time you were not ready.. you tried to reach out but i already got wary and tired... and things started falling apart big time... and now amidst all the rubble.. i got to thinking... i miss how we used to be.... less complicated..&lt;br /&gt;.........now there are times that looking at you hurts... times that i want to just turn around and hug you tight because of what i see on your face as well as sometimes just because... but there are also times that i don't want to care and i don't want to fix the rift that's growing between us each day... i just wanto turn my back and don't want to see you... i really don't know anymore...&lt;br /&gt;.. for now, all i know is that you are a friend who is so near yet so far... and i..... i will just leave this as it.... coz the rest of that sentence i can't complete and i don't want to complete....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-6181040023715286716?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/6181040023715286716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=6181040023715286716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/6181040023715286716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/6181040023715286716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='so NEAR yet so FAR'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-1115039801038274516</id><published>2009-03-05T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:10:35.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A PROMISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SbCFIBP5yvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Qmym62jRu_I/s1600-h/thinking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309890333490399986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SbCFIBP5yvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Qmym62jRu_I/s400/thinking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promised a friend today that I'll write up something here by the end of the day so that she'll know updates about me.... she just married last year and is now living far from where I am and where we met.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking of her right now makes me think that in the group, she's the one who usually organizes gatherings at her parents' house to hang out, to have fun or just so we can talk and exchange news.... hehehe.. wierd thought though 'coz I am one of those in the group who's not the "always present" type so how come this is the 1st thing I missed and noticed when she flew to her new home.... but yeah.. I'm missing it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok.. ok.. I know... i'm supposed to be here to talk about me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmm.. not much I can tell... I am contented w/ what I have (of course that excludes MONEY... I want to be rich too!!!! and right now I'm still a pauper.. huhuhuh..)... I am still trying to do better personally, emotionally and career-wise.. Conflicts??? yep, a little here and there but not that overwhelming yet... I guess I'm learning to voice out what I want and be a little selfish.... too general huh? oh well, can't say anything more specific or else this is going to be really boring.... basta to sum it all up, I'm still me.. the BING that you met that day.. what else can I say???... hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah... I'm going on an adventure this weekend.. going to some place I haven't been to and w/ people who have not been there too.. we're just gonna be riding the bus and whatever local vehicle available when we get to our destination.. no car.. no guide but the internet and the name of the place.... it's just here in Cebu... probably boring to some since they'd been to places but... still it's new to me so.... I'm SO EXCITED... hehehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's 'bout it... so trivial... but a promise is a promise however small it is.. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope you didn't get bored CUZ!!! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ingatz always!!!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-1115039801038274516?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/1115039801038274516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=1115039801038274516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/1115039801038274516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/1115039801038274516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/03/promise.html' title='A PROMISE'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SbCFIBP5yvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Qmym62jRu_I/s72-c/thinking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-6025750609609497229</id><published>2009-02-02T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:24:09.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TYPE OF TEMPERAMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I AM  A CHOLERIC SANGUINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHOLERIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Choleric corresponds to the fluid of yellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bile" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bile"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, the season of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Summer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Summer"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (dry and hot), and the element of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Fire (classical element)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fire_(classical_element)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. A person who is choleric is a doer and a leader. They have a lot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ambition" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ambition"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ambition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Energy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Energy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Passion (emotion)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passion_(emotion)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, and try to instill it in others. They can dominate people of other temperaments, especially phlegmatic types. Many great charismatic military and political figures were cholerics. On the negative side, they are easily angered or bad-tempered. A person described as "bilious" is mean-spirited, suspicious, and angry. This, again, is an adaptation of the old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Humorism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humorism"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;humor theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "choleric."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SANGUINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sanguine indicates the personality of an individual with the temperament of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Blood" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, Night, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Season" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Season"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Spring (season)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spring_(season)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (wet and hot), and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Classical element" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Classical_element"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;classical element&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Air (classical element)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Air_(classical_element)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. A person who is sanguine is generally light-hearted, funloving, a people person, loves to entertain, spontaneous, and confident. However they can be arrogant, cocky, and indulgent. He/She can be day-dreamy and off-task to the point of not accomplishing anything and can be impulsive, possibly acting on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Whim" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whim"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in an unpredictable fashion. This also describes the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mania" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mania"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;manic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; phase of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bipolar disorder" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bipolar_disorder"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bipolar disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. The humour of Sanguine is usually treated with leeches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-6025750609609497229?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/6025750609609497229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=6025750609609497229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/6025750609609497229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/6025750609609497229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/02/type-of-temperament.html' title='TYPE OF TEMPERAMENT'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-238320228343423064</id><published>2009-02-02T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:52:11.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Type: Extrovert</title><content type='html'>Creative, resourceful, and intellectually quick, these Extroverts are good at a broad range of things. Enjoy debating issues, and may be into one-up-manship. They get very excited about new ideas and projects, but may neglect the more routine aspects of life. Generally outspoken and assertive. They enjoy people and are stimulating company. Excellent ability to understand concepts and apply logic to find solutions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-238320228343423064?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/238320228343423064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=238320228343423064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/238320228343423064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/238320228343423064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/02/personality-type-extrovert.html' title='Personality Type: Extrovert'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-6240124194827597130</id><published>2009-01-30T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:45:38.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE LESSONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SYN0znL1ozI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ONug_EMa-Og/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297206016758620978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SYN0znL1ozI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ONug_EMa-Og/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is &lt;strong&gt;be someone who can be loved.&lt;/strong&gt; The rest is up to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that no matter how much I care &lt;strong&gt;some people just don't care back&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to &lt;strong&gt;doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that it &lt;strong&gt;takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that it's not what you have in your life, but &lt;strong&gt;whom you have in your life that counts&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but &lt;strong&gt;we are responsible for who we become.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that &lt;strong&gt;we are responsible for what we do&lt;/strong&gt;, no matter how we feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that &lt;strong&gt;either you control your attitude or it controls you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that sometimes &lt;strong&gt;when I'm angry I have the right to be angry&lt;/strong&gt;, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've learned that &lt;strong&gt;two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes &lt;strong&gt;you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've learned that &lt;strong&gt;just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And, just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that &lt;strong&gt;no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt, and you will hurt in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that heroes are people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve learned that you can keep going long after you can’t.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-6240124194827597130?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/6240124194827597130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=6240124194827597130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/6240124194827597130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/6240124194827597130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-lessons.html' title='LIFE LESSONS'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SYN0znL1ozI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ONug_EMa-Og/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-1777395754608709087</id><published>2009-01-13T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:47:52.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOROSCOPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SW01WLUkpJI/AAAAAAAAACw/9ENf8UCAkZI/s1600-h/2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290943792342672530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SW01WLUkpJI/AAAAAAAAACw/9ENf8UCAkZI/s320/2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;THE OX in the Year of the Ox:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;......The Ox is the sign of prosperity through fortitude and hard work. As one might guess, such people are dependable, calm and modest. Like his animal namesake, the Ox is unswervingly patient, tireless in his work, and capable of enduring any amount of hardship without complaint &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... People born in this year are also said to be stubborn, narrow minded, and with low public relations skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.....Interesting combinations, I must say. These and lots more are sure in store for us in the Chinese Year of the Ox 2009. So let’s see what other things are coming for the Ox as well as those in the other animal year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Continuing with our discussion of the Ox, the male Ox can look forward to a better year in 2009 compared to their female counterpart, as far as the romance department is concern. The female Ox can only expect for short term romances, and she even have to take initiatives at times. On the other hand, with the star Tai Yin shining on them, which represents females with influence to help them out, the male Ox can expect to have better luck on love, and is likely to meet someone he likes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Aside from the love factor, Tai Yin is also known as a Star of Wealth which means that it can influence his luck on wealth positively. So if the male Ox is working under a female supervisor, he can expect more support and recognition, with a better chance of progress and development in career. But while Tai Yin signifies progress, it is slow yet steady. This means that the Ox should not be pushy or rush his way, if he does, his luck might go the other way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Another lucky star shining on the Ox (1913, 1925, 1937, 1949, 1961, 1973, 1985, 2009) in 2009 is Guo Yin, which is an authority star is also known as the seal of the General. This can be interpreted that his progress and developments will be recognized and achieved with much authority. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Unfortunately, unlucky stars are also shining upon the Ox. These stars are Guan Suo, Gou Shen, Di Sha and Tian Sha which could cause annoyance because of poor interpersonal relationships and some disputes. Guan Suo, for one, represents financial disputes and blackmailing. These unlucky stars can cause turbulence to the Ox’s otherwise beautiful career path for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinoybusiness.org/2008/11/04/year-of-the-ox-2009-predictions-and-forecast/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Year of the Ox 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;. It is advised that he should work on and improved his interpersonal relationships skill, as this is his weakest department, and the area he is likely to go wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PISCEAN OX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SW00JDyuJHI/AAAAAAAAACo/gDO_o54MIPk/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SW00JDyuJHI/AAAAAAAAACo/gDO_o54MIPk/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.....Sensitivity influences the toughness of the Ox to produce a delicate personality, with unlimited creativity and perspicacity. Piscean Oxen are artistic and would rather work behind the scenes than be a visible member of the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-1777395754608709087?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/1777395754608709087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=1777395754608709087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/1777395754608709087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/1777395754608709087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2009/01/horoscope.html' title='HOROSCOPE'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SW01WLUkpJI/AAAAAAAAACw/9ENf8UCAkZI/s72-c/2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-8283362376201691100</id><published>2008-12-26T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:26:39.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My oPiNioN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SVWgXBsDD8I/AAAAAAAAACg/TcnEoG5ER6o/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284306055239765954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SVWgXBsDD8I/AAAAAAAAACg/TcnEoG5ER6o/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SVWdhbae-YI/AAAAAAAAACY/BI2JzY2-_Eg/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you see the world in &lt;strong&gt;rose-tinted glasses&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you feel light and ready to &lt;strong&gt;give love and kindness to everyone&lt;/strong&gt; around you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you are happy and almost always smiling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;that is how it is to be &lt;strong&gt;so in love&lt;/strong&gt; right?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;now in the bliss of happiness where does &lt;strong&gt;jealousy&lt;/strong&gt; come in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to feel that tiny twinge of pain every time somebody makes the goo-goo eyes on your beloved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;or everytime your beloved makes the goo-goo eyes on someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a sign of insecurity????&lt;/strong&gt; YES.... &lt;strong&gt;controllable???&lt;/strong&gt; YES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but still it is there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i guess you can say it's natural for us humans to feel it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i really don't think that there is such a person who does not feel that tiny twinge... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;however tiny it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i myself feel those bites... bites from reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but i accept it.. that i encounter jealousy every now and then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i don't deny and hide from it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;am i insecure then?... we all have our own insecurities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we can only limit them and minimize them until it almost no longer exists...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;or we can&lt;strong&gt; delude ourselves that it is nonexistent&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but to be totally free of it????? i doubt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so being in love... it's normal to have even a little bit of jealousy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but jealousy although is the most common yet is not always the root of clashes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i daresay i can feel anger at somebody just because i don't like the situation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but it doesn't mean i am jealouse of that particular person....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nor i am insecure.... it is just i don't like the situation... is that not enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;do i have to be overflowing with insecurity for me to say i don't like the situation????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this is my opinion... like it or not... laugh at me even.. but THIS IS ME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i am not going to concede&lt;/span&gt; any time soon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-8283362376201691100?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/8283362376201691100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=8283362376201691100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/8283362376201691100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/8283362376201691100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-opinion.html' title='My oPiNioN'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SVWgXBsDD8I/AAAAAAAAACg/TcnEoG5ER6o/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-2197171916691499984</id><published>2008-10-07T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:02:42.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FeMiNiNe and MaScULine????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SOuyJsRF2GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hl1Ixd8TcjM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254489269829228642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SOuyJsRF2GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hl1Ixd8TcjM/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   What can I say????? bwahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-2197171916691499984?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/2197171916691499984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=2197171916691499984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/2197171916691499984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/2197171916691499984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/10/feminine-and-masculine.html' title='FeMiNiNe and MaScULine????????????'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SOuyJsRF2GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hl1Ixd8TcjM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-2158131427367971722</id><published>2008-09-29T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:38:30.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FiRsTs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SOGFW2myEiI/AAAAAAAAACI/amy-WjRtx_E/s1600-h/cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251625268152504866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SOGFW2myEiI/AAAAAAAAACI/amy-WjRtx_E/s320/cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FIRSTs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;are very special...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-&gt;First time to walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;------&gt; First time to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-----------&gt; First time to go to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;---------------&gt; First time to make friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-------------------&gt; First time to have a crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-----------------------&gt;First time to date&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&gt;First time to kiss&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&gt;First time to fail at something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-----------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; so on... and ... so forth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.......... a lot of Firsts that happens in our lives that somehow can never be replaced and sometimes are hard to forget.... and for me, one of the reasons why they are so special is because they are the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first step&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;"change".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The truest only constant thing in our lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;...... &lt;em&gt;Through our "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Firsts"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we learn and we grow... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every Firsts&lt;/strong&gt; has a &lt;strong&gt;catalyst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...and every Firsts is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more memorable&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when you have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;somebody to share&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it with&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.. so to all the people whom I shared my Firsts with and who shared their Firsts with me..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;for making my life more colorful!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-2158131427367971722?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/2158131427367971722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=2158131427367971722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/2158131427367971722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/2158131427367971722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/09/firsts.html' title='FiRsTs'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SOGFW2myEiI/AAAAAAAAACI/amy-WjRtx_E/s72-c/cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-5161862254493347206</id><published>2008-09-10T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:48:32.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HiTcHed!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SMiSM56LyrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wjNpcxuA3q0/s1600-h/wedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244602516473891506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SMiSM56LyrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wjNpcxuA3q0/s320/wedding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another one of us got hitched last July (I know it's bit late just posting this now.... but what can I do... I'm the one-second-delay member of the group.. so here I am... late reaction as usual.... hehehe..)!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so.... back to the topic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Was just thinking that getting hitched is the major step after building a career, for most of us.. another challenge after experiencing how it feels to earn your own money and survive... so after a hard day @ work... you'll have someone to run to.. someone to share.. someone to take the load off your shoulders... as well as contribute to the challenges of our lives.... spicing up  our world so to speak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;... I never thought that Cuzin D would be the next one to walk up the isle.. but lo and behold.. you really never can tell... so the question is.... who's next on the line.... a mystery and a surprise i'll bet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-5161862254493347206?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/5161862254493347206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=5161862254493347206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/5161862254493347206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/5161862254493347206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/09/hitched.html' title='HiTcHed!!!!!'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SMiSM56LyrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wjNpcxuA3q0/s72-c/wedding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-9155177289530392824</id><published>2008-08-03T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:22:03.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me WriTiNg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SJat6-sHYxI/AAAAAAAAABg/RUVHgabsvTY/s1600-h/writing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SJat6-sHYxI/AAAAAAAAABg/RUVHgabsvTY/s320/writing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230559246009459474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lately I've been thinking why I only usually write stuff when I'M sad, lonely, hurt, or feeling some kind of bittersweet happiness.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hhhmmm&lt;/span&gt;.. maybe because when I'm happy I'd rather spend time with whatever or whoever is making me happy than spend time writing about it.... I'd rather be busy storing memories in my head.. trying to memorize every little detail... but when feeling down and gloomy... I guess I try to let out through my pen and paper.... that, somehow, I'm letting it flow from my head and out of my system....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-9155177289530392824?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/9155177289530392824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=9155177289530392824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/9155177289530392824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/9155177289530392824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-writing.html' title='Me WriTiNg'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SJat6-sHYxI/AAAAAAAAABg/RUVHgabsvTY/s72-c/writing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-6282194768740259873</id><published>2008-07-27T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:59:58.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Hope....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SI01VQrlDaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DntCRDLe3aw/s1600-h/13444533814950l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SI01VQrlDaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DntCRDLe3aw/s320/13444533814950l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227893381818289570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;...... I really don't care if it's just a brief connection and not a happily ever after kind of a reconciliation...... what matters to me is that after 4months of silence and missing you... you finally said that you miss me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;..... the only thing that i can say is thank you because even through the silence you still remember me.. that even through the non-communication I think I still have a spot in your life... thanks a lot friend for making me happy and brightening up my day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;.. I wish you all the luck! and please take good care of yourself because even though I don't see you.. I still care for you my friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-6282194768740259873?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/6282194768740259873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=6282194768740259873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/6282194768740259873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/6282194768740259873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/07/reconciliation-or-just-brief-connection.html' title='A Glimpse of Hope....'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SI01VQrlDaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DntCRDLe3aw/s72-c/13444533814950l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-8295568244090712159</id><published>2008-05-05T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:40:24.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be here waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SB7GY3ZrcPI/AAAAAAAAABI/X60sjsNSwdk/s1600-h/cutie2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196809150522945778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SB7GY3ZrcPI/AAAAAAAAABI/X60sjsNSwdk/s320/cutie2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)font-family:times new roman;" &gt;... I could not understand why you had to detach... you even deleted your connection to us... i know you had tried it before but it was not as bad as now... i tried to ignore the hurt... tried to understand... tried to let you be... I even tried giving up but your too valuable for me to let go... I just can't throw away our seven years of friendship... so I've decided to let you go your own path as you wish... even through the silence I will still be your friend... so whenever you decide to come back, I will be here waiting.. just like before....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-8295568244090712159?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/8295568244090712159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=8295568244090712159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/8295568244090712159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/8295568244090712159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/05/ill-be-here-waiting.html' title='I&apos;ll be here waiting...'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/SB7GY3ZrcPI/AAAAAAAAABI/X60sjsNSwdk/s72-c/cutie2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-3159211425991103182</id><published>2008-04-06T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:12:27.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JuSt a Thought</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm just drunk... maybe I'm not... It's my day off and we just had a couple of rounds... I felt my world spin earlier and stopped... then I had to keep myself awake to wait for my siblings to come home... my nephew is playing and the two friends who are with me already fell asleep... I was browsing through some of my friends' blogs and got to read about long distance relationships....&lt;br /&gt;hhhmmm... "it takes two  to tango"yeah I agree... but it's not just with long distance relationships.. Even if it's not a long distance relationship you and your partner should be willing to make ago for it.. to believe in each other.. to believe that it will work... 'coz if you don't, who will?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an expert on this kind of things... I don't even have the kind of experience to back me up...but hey.. it does not take a genius to figure out that to make things work.. both of you have to be willing to work for it even if you have to do it in different ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now.. siblings are here... 'til next time then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-3159211425991103182?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/3159211425991103182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=3159211425991103182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/3159211425991103182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/3159211425991103182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-thought.html' title='JuSt a Thought'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-5152430575749670054</id><published>2008-03-28T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:30:03.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SeTtLiNg In.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hhhmmm... okay time for another UPDATE....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been working here for a month now.... to be specific... a month and 10days.... hehehe... and I've been w/ the SERVICE TEAM for almost the whole time.... My First job description was as an Administrative Assistant but now I have evolved to Service Personnel major in Installation.. hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;During the first days here at work I used to bug my SUP/TL to hand me something to do.. the only antogonist I had was Mr. Sleep.... and so I was asked to give a hand at inventory... then next i was the back-up of the current back-up personnel in the service team... so relaxed... no pressure... always had time to check my mails then.... but now????? i'm up to my elbows w/ installation scheduling... mind you, i'm not whining... it's actually fun... filling up schedules w/ work orders, tracing routes and trying to juggle 5-7 technicians a day... and what makes it more challenging?????? our counterpart who's handing me what job to do is in California and he's up to his elbows w/ his own stuff as well... whew!!!! imagine that!!! i guess it's time to put my being an OC into good use....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perks? -good humored people to talk w/ both here in the office and at our main office in Fresno as well as after working hours...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by the way.. if i get silent and you're wondering what's up w/ me.. just poke me in the ribs... i might be drowning w/ work already.. hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-5152430575749670054?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/5152430575749670054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=5152430575749670054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/5152430575749670054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/5152430575749670054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/03/settling-in.html' title='SeTtLiNg In.........'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-3520908376295080456</id><published>2008-03-07T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:05:20.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MisSinG YoU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;.....We have been together for a couple of years now and the bond that we have, I could proudly say, is strong... Our friendship is real!.. I still remember the oath we took that no matter what, we will still remain friends... and still it remains in my heart even if tears fall from my eyes a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lately.. you don't speak to me.. you avoid meeting up w/ me... I tried to run after you.... but the more you run away.... it makes my heart ache when i think about it... you may not believe me... but the thought of you detaching is painful.... it's like looking at a clear blue sky that has but one dark cloud.. however way you look at it.. you can't deny the presence of that dark cloud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;..... I wish I can take away the clouds so that I can have a clear view of you.... but I can't... because that cloud is as much part of my sky as the sun... I need it because it brings me the promise of RAIN....which wipes away my thirst when I'm parched......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;..... I need both the SUN and the RAIN to survive... I CAN'T CHOOSE ONLY ONE...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;..... why am I writing this????? because I also can't deny that I MISS YOU MUCH FRIEND!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-3520908376295080456?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/3520908376295080456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=3520908376295080456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/3520908376295080456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/3520908376295080456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/03/missing-you.html' title='MisSinG YoU...'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-5181310120520217279</id><published>2008-03-07T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:18:18.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making You Cry....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....Everytime I see you stare into space I don't know what to feel... somehow I get the feeling that something is bothering you, yet when I ask you outright you always say that you are okay.. whenever I ask you what you are thinking you say "wala lang".. sometimes I can accept that but there are times that I can't.... You thinking and staring into space with that sad kind of look in your face worries me.. it's not that I want to know everything you do or think.. that I want to invade your entire space... I know that even I have my own secrets that I can't tell you eventhough we are very close... It's just that it bothers me too when I know something is bothering you.. I want to understand... 'coz I care for you much..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....Now, you try to hide it.. Not letting me catch you stare at the ceiling.. closing your eyes and making me think that you are already sleeping... yet I know that your mind is still running... embracing whatever you are feeling to yourself.... i have to let you be... .....You taught me how to slowly release my pain... to let go most, if not all, of my bottled up frustrations and emotions..... shaking up the walls that I created around me... and now looking at your troubled face........ I can't help but try to share the load that you are carrying on your shoulders... just like the time that you did that for me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....I am not a very patient person when rubbed the wrong way.. sarcasm and a bit of derision seeps into the act... those around me can attest to that...... Sometimes I try to ferret out the information from you... and almost always i blow my top and make you cry.... making you feel guilty eventhough I was the one who started it... .....I'm sorry for making you feel guilty.. I'm sorry for making you cry... I guess all I can do now is to wait for you to open up to me.. and waiting is not one of my strongest points... but what else can I do????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....I just want to see you smile again... to see laughter in your eyes again.... I really wish I can... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-5181310120520217279?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/5181310120520217279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=5181310120520217279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/5181310120520217279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/5181310120520217279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/03/making-you-cry.html' title='Making You Cry....'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-4382873174569987056</id><published>2008-02-28T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:18:36.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mE, BoRa, AND mY nEW jOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been 14 days since Feb. 15, 2008... and it's just now that i have the time to write what happened since then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off... we've been planning a Bora trip since last year... bought our airline tickets months ahead as well as paid for our accomodation... and then came feb. 14! Valentines Day! My Mom's birthday! A day just before our long awaited flight to Boracay - the summer getaway.... schedules were already finalized.. bags already packed... roommates already planned... then i received a call from Karel... informing me that i have been scheduled for a job interview 8am on Feb 15 and for what job position???? she does not have any idea... waaaaahhhhh.. but at least it's in the morning so i can still squeeze it in my almost airtight sched... now comes the jittery part... TO GO or NOT TO GO to the interview... hmmm... naaahhhh... too good a chance to pass up even if i don't know what job position i'm vying for... so, decided... i went ahead w/ the job interview... w/ palms as cold as ice... and heartbeat as fast as a train... MY NORMAL JITTERY SELF... after i was interviewed, i was then asked to report on Monday! wow! what a surprise! I now have a new job!!!! but i didn't have the time to let the good news sink in... had to pick up a friend and dash to the airport to catch the flight for Bora....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORA!!!! HAD A BLAST!!! fine white sand and clean beach.... cool waters and rumbling waves... good food -amazing creppes.... banana boat ride.... and a very nice view... it was worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW JOB!!! -waaayyyyy lesser stress.... so far... nice environment... isa ra jud ang kontra... duka!!!! since night shift man nga work.... coffee addict lang japon ko.... as well as OC.. and i'm hopefull that i'll be staying long here... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... and i'm happy that at last i'm pulling my career back on track...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-4382873174569987056?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/4382873174569987056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=4382873174569987056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/4382873174569987056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/4382873174569987056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-bora-and-my-new-job.html' title='mE, BoRa, AND mY nEW jOB'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-4961610819427085841</id><published>2008-02-11T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:18:12.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinched</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;...........everytime i talk to him i feel light and bubbly... even if the words that we are sharing draw tears to my eyes.. it may be tears of happiness.. it may be tears of sadness.. but still, i have this warm feeling inside.. the notion that somebody cares for me.. and i get the feeling of security and contentment.. i know where i stand.. and he's teaching me to see my worth and to love myself.. so i know deep in me, that i am special to him... i'm grateful and happy.. yet even though i have this knowledge... every time i see him give attention to somebody else... give time to somebody else... i get a little pinch.. a pinch that elicits scattered thoughts.. man! i don't know what i'm feeling... i don't understand it.. i don't know how to react... and i don't know what to do with it.. i just know that there's that little pinch...&lt;br /&gt;.......................sh@#$!!! and slowly  i realized that this is what they call JEALOUSY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-4961610819427085841?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/4961610819427085841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=4961610819427085841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/4961610819427085841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/4961610819427085841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/02/pinched.html' title='Pinched'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-296700785493918840</id><published>2008-02-08T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:27:19.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A QUIP ON LONELINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....Loneliness&lt;/span&gt; is such a difficult enemy... you wouldn't know when it will attack... it kinda just sneaks up on you and bite you when all your guard is down... even if you are surrounded by people, there are still times that you wouldn't even feel their comfort... there's just this chill that won't be shaken off no matter how much you try... it feels like your heart is being crumpled and you are drowning in your own misery....&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/5171163947480945930-296700785493918840?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/296700785493918840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=296700785493918840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/296700785493918840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/296700785493918840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/02/quip-on-loneliness.html' title='A QUIP ON LONELINESS'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-7572500595052825414</id><published>2008-02-08T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:25:55.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Point!</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes, fate has a cruel way of putting things together. Maybe it's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;better if people just give up when there's no point in fighting for something anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;When the ship has finally sailed, only a fool would go after it when it’s already miles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But sometimes, it’s a lot &lt;strong&gt;better to be a fool to go after what we want &amp;amp; need&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;rather than to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;regret everything in the end because we never even tried&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -Capt. Jack Sparrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-7572500595052825414?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/7572500595052825414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=7572500595052825414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/7572500595052825414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/7572500595052825414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-point.html' title='Good Point!'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-2829790226135530906</id><published>2008-02-08T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:16:47.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Stock</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;2008 -&gt; Year of the RAT with the lucky color green - signifying a new beginning, a fresh start of the cycle... what an apt time for me to establish a new me... but before that I think I'm gonna need to take stock of my own self....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;hhmmmm... I know for a fact that I'm not as uptight as before.. I can even sometimes say nga latagaw nakog utok... hehehe.. i guess  it's my turn now to have that kind of description labeled on me... but sometimes... somehow... with my being latagaw og utok I find peace and contentment.. sometimes ra pud coz there are times that my choleric self aserts itself and I get impatient when thoughts of stagnating come into my mind and I know that I still have a lot of things to finish and accomplish.. but eventhough it seems that latagaw nkog utok I know that I still have my brain inside this head of mine... I may not be able to answer your questions right now or my answers may not be what you would have expected me to give out... but rest assured that the stuff that makes me who I am underneath is still intact... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-2829790226135530906?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/2829790226135530906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=2829790226135530906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/2829790226135530906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/2829790226135530906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/02/taking-stock.html' title='Taking Stock'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171163947480945930.post-4298759103843862401</id><published>2008-02-08T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T12:27:12.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yeeepeee!!!! I now have my own blogspot courtesy of Kai!!! Thanks a bunch Kai!! mwahhh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm.. This would be my first and now I don't know what to write yet... I haven't slept and it's already the wee hours of the morning... c'mon brain.. work!!! hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171163947480945930-4298759103843862401?l=bbluepiscean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/feeds/4298759103843862401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171163947480945930&amp;postID=4298759103843862401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/4298759103843862401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171163947480945930/posts/default/4298759103843862401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbluepiscean.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-first.html' title='My First'/><author><name>bbluepiscean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450623041205498337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B7fGdfOFpCQ/R6_muuwDspI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m91TezLzM9o/S220/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013444831.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
