<?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-12197537</id><updated>2011-12-01T18:30:36.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dawn</title><subtitle type='html'>dawn = sunnrise. that's what my name means. and for me, dawn means "hope."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111545011039865828</id><published>2005-05-07T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T15:15:10.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Aliteinthesky/1057728340_CMyDocumentspink.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8d3c420)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the color pink.  As a beautiful and sweet&lt;br&gt;human, you are everybody's favorite person.&lt;br&gt;Healthy and energetic, you're often seen&lt;br&gt;spreading the happines.  As an unusually&lt;br&gt;charming and sweet person, you're always ready&lt;br&gt;to comfort people who are down.  You sympathize&lt;br&gt;with everyone, but not always yourself.  Aside&lt;br&gt;from that, you are light-hearted and cheery.&lt;br&gt;And you make it your duty to make every cloud&lt;br&gt;have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aliteinthesky/quizzes/What%20color%20are%20you%3F%20(Amazingly%20detailed%20%26%20accurate--with%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What color are you? (Amazingly detailed &amp; accurate--with pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111545011039865828?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111545011039865828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111545011039865828' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111545011039865828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111545011039865828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-are-color-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111545001677153973</id><published>2005-05-07T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T15:13:36.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahehe! try this one... cool! (",)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 17 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  17  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111545001677153973?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111545001677153973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111545001677153973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111545001677153973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111545001677153973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/2005/05/ahehe-try-this-one-cool.html' title='ahehe! try this one... cool! (&quot;,)'/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111543816006340992</id><published>2005-05-07T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T11:56:00.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear God...</title><content type='html'>dear God, i know that in Your own time, You would put things in their place.... i don't know how or when.... but I do believe that all the things happen for Your glory, and for Your purpose. I know that there will be something better after all these, just what Tita Vangie told me last night. haaaaay Lord. salamat po. I know that through all these pain that i have to go through, You'll make me into a better person that You want me to be.... Let Your will be done, Father God. Crush me even more, if You have to. let things happen for Your glory. salamat po dear God sa lahat ng ito. (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111543816006340992?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111543816006340992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111543816006340992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111543816006340992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111543816006340992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/2005/05/dear-god.html' title='dear God...'/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111543805198527440</id><published>2005-05-07T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T11:54:11.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>detach</title><content type='html'>haaaaay..... miss ko na talaga siya... sigh. hirap pala talaga mag detach from someone who has been special to you... haaaaay. until now i'm still thinking if his sorry was really sincere, or if he only said that becuse he had to... there were lines from his text which i'd like to believe as sincere, but there were also those which i believe was only said out of pride. ang panget noh? pero ganun talaga ata sya eh.. oh well. my heart has actually forgiven him.... but my mind still doesn't want to accept his sorry... i hear my mind saying to my heart, "not yet... you have to learn to detach yourself from him.... only then i could forgive him.... kase if i forgive him while your still strongly attached to him, hindi ka na matuto mag detach sa kanya... detach yourself first." whaaaa! ang hirap nun eh.... hahaaaaay! oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear GOd, Kayo na po ang bahala sa kanya... alam Niyo naman po na kahit ganun yung taong yun eh sobrang special talaga sya sa akin... hindi na po ata mawawala yun kahit sobrang nasaktan na nya ako..... pero Lord, haaay! i just pray he won't get himself into trouble again. You already know what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111543805198527440?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111543805198527440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111543805198527440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111543805198527440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111543805198527440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/2005/05/detach.html' title='detach'/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111539879247455641</id><published>2005-05-07T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T00:59:52.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go...</title><content type='html'>now... i have to let go of someone i once loved.... someone who once had a special place in my heart.... i know that the letting go [and the detachment as well] will never be easy.... but i have to. he had caused me soo much pain [i admit i also did hurt him], and things haven't been well since we had our first conflict.... i don't know if things will find their way to be proper again.... i don't know... i don't even want to hope for it anymore for it might not happen.... but i do pray all things will be fine soon... maybe not in the near future yet... i know that he will always have that special place in my heart as my very dear friend... a friend who made me feel how special i am. i'll truly miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i have to let him go. i have to detach from him.... painful yes, but it has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait until the time God brings the friendship back... if He'd still will it to happen. i do hope....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear God, please do take good care of him... thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless, my dear bro. (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111539879247455641?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111539879247455641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111539879247455641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111539879247455641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111539879247455641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/2005/05/letting-go.html' title='letting go...'/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111461724980795068</id><published>2005-04-27T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:54:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PBPGINFWMY:</title><content type='html'>please be patient, God is not finished with me yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111461724980795068?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111461724980795068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111461724980795068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111461724980795068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111461724980795068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/2005/04/pbpginfwmy.html' title='PBPGINFWMY:'/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111461712129332369</id><published>2005-04-27T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T20:39:38.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the potter and the pot</title><content type='html'>why is it that the pot cannot complain to the potter for making him into such a common pot instead into a noble one? why is it that the pot cannot ask questions to the potter for making him into such? can't he suggest?... sigh. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111461712129332369?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111461712129332369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111461712129332369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111461712129332369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111461712129332369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/2005/04/potter-and-pot.html' title='the potter and the pot'/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111449099737102110</id><published>2005-04-26T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:49:57.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>aaaaaagh! i'm bored!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111449099737102110?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111449099737102110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111449099737102110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111449099737102110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111449099737102110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111388859096494644</id><published>2005-04-19T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T13:29:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am too blessed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;just want to share this one with you, guys....&lt;/em&gt; (",) &lt;em&gt;God bless! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman-to-Woman Encouragement:&lt;br /&gt;Someone will always be prettier. They will always be smarter. Their house will be bigger. They will drive a better car. Their children will do better in school. And their husband will fix more things around the house. So let it go, and love you and your circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart. And the most highly favored woman on your job may be unable to have children. And the richest woman you know, she's got the car, the house, the clothes....might be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the word says "if I have not Love, I am nothing". So, love you. Love who you are. Look in the mirror in the morning and smile and say "I am too blessed to be stressed and too anointed to be disappointed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed ladies and pass this on to encourage another woman. "To the world you might be one person, but to one person you just might be the world"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111388859096494644?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111388859096494644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111388859096494644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111388859096494644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111388859096494644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-too-blessed.html' title='i am too blessed...'/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111388680686212337</id><published>2005-04-19T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T13:08:32.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/5202/640/rare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/146/5202/320/rare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RARE. :) xan, amore, ruth, edgie. at ang aming boyfriend, si jerry. (",) miss ko na sila, huhuhu.... ;( &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111388680686212337?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111388680686212337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111388680686212337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111388680686212337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111388680686212337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/2005/04/rare.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111366516588152868</id><published>2005-04-16T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:26:05.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"you cannot please everybody."</title><content type='html'>that's what my friend keeps on telling me. despite of one's desire to befriend everyone, in reality, one really cannot. there would still be people who would put you down, either because of envy or hatred. even if you're not doing anything to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why on earth do i have to please everyone, anyway? i am not living here with that purpose! i am not even created for them. if there is one  person whom i have to please, that is my Beloved Creator, to Whom belongs my life, the One Reason for my living. why care what people say about me? why care what people do behind my back? as long as what i do pleases my Lord, i don't care about what people around me would say. (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111366516588152868?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111366516588152868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111366516588152868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111366516588152868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111366516588152868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-cannot-please-everybody.html' title='&quot;you cannot please everybody.&quot;'/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111362109652907274</id><published>2005-04-16T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T11:11:36.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your heart is not open so I must go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The spell has be broken, I loved you so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freedom comes when you learn to let go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creation comes when you learn to say no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were my lesson I had to learn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was your fortress you had to burn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pain is a warning that something's wrong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray to God that it won't be long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing left to try &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no place left to hide &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no greater power &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than the power of goodbye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your heart is not open so I must go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The spell has be broken, I loved you so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were my lesson I had to learn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was your fortress &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing left to try &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no place left to hide &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no greater power &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than the power of goodbye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing left to lose &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no more heart to bruise &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no greater power &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than the power of goodbye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learn to say goodbye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I yearn to say goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a song by madonna. i guess this was for the matters of the human heart with regards to human love. but as i was reading through the lyrics a while ago, i suddenly realized that my eyes were already in the brink of crying. my tears ain't referring to the goodbye of a human love, not even to anything similar to it; my heart's bidding goodbye to its first love, the love that has been with her since childhood. her love to medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really is painful to wake up each day realizing that i have no more blockmates to expect to see and be excited to be with; no more brain-draining lessons to study every day; no more research papers to cram and presentations to be nervous about; no more reportings to prepare the last minute before the class.... no more long dinners at faustina's. no more sleepless nights. painful, yes. but i guess this is my time to say goodbye. maybe not forever, i don't know; just for now. i don't blame anyone for what had happened. i don't even blame myself. for i know that i did my best, but i guess this isn't really for me. med's heart is not open for me, so i have to go. i have to move on. but i do not regret being with her; i don't even see spending my one whole year with her a waste. i've learned a lot through my journey with her. a lot that made me to someone i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parting may be painful. but maybe soon i'll learn to get over it. and look back at what happened with a smile. i don't know where i'm heading, but maybe someday, my heart will go back to it's childhood love, and maybe by then, med's heart is  already willing to have me in. (".)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111362109652907274?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111362109652907274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111362109652907274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111362109652907274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111362109652907274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/2005/04/power-of-goodbye.html' title='the power of goodbye'/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111359865304581121</id><published>2005-04-16T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T04:57:33.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five hours....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my! it's almost 5am already! sheeesh... i've been in front of my pc for five straight hours! or more, i think. hehehehe. i enjoyed doing this blog thing too much, hehehehe. &lt;em&gt;siguro kung ganto ko kinareer ang IT 100 namin nun, hala ang taas siguro ng grade namin ng groupmates ko, hehehe&lt;/em&gt; ;) now i'm past my sleeping hours, eeeww... hehehe. oh well, guess i've got to get some shut eye first before i get my stuffs at my dorm today. goOd mOrning, sunshine! c",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111359865304581121?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111359865304581121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111359865304581121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111359865304581121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111359865304581121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/2005/04/five-hours.html' title='five hours....'/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111359330698651322</id><published>2005-04-16T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T03:28:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faithfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In all the little things of life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yourself, Lord, may I see;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In little and in great alike,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me to faithful be! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Anon&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/12197537-111359330698651322?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111359273254318860</id><published>2005-04-16T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T03:18:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought....</title><content type='html'>would guys really keep their word when they tell a girl, "i'll wait for you"? i mean, how sure are they that they would really wait until the girl is ready to commit? isn't it possible that the guy might meet some other girl who is better than the first one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111359273254318860?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111359273254318860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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comment</title><content type='html'>i just got my first comment!!! yipee!! hehehehe how nice. and i'm really having fun doing this stuff. ;) now i understand why this blog thing is so popular among medical students.... it allows them to get away from the toxic load in school. hehehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111358744012033108?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111358744012033108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111358744012033108' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111358744012033108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12197537/posts/default/111358744012033108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-comment.html' title='first comment'/><author><name>pinkxan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14552811740929907430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12197537.post-111358497201233642</id><published>2005-04-16T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T01:56:26.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song for a Savior</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In open fields of wild flowers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She breathes the air and flies away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In no simple language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As close as a heartbeat or a song on her lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday He'll call her and she will come running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I want to fall in love with You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting silent wearing Sunday best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sermon echoes through the walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A great salvation through it calls to the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who stare into nowhere, and can't feel the chains on their souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As close as a heartbeat or a song on our lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday He'll call us and we will come running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I want to fall in love with You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems too easy to call you "Savior",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not close enough to call You "God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So as I sit and think words I can't mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To show my devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I want to fall in love with You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"my heart beats for You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12197537-111358497201233642?l=pinkxan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkxan.blogspot.com/feeds/111358497201233642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12197537&amp;postID=111358497201233642' title='1 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>first time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whew! i finally got to make one. hehehe. i actually have no idea how this thing works. ;) weird. i do know how to use HTML, as well as PHP, but i think my knowledge about them got lost somewhere in my cerebrum. hahaha! it has been almost a year since i finished that basic course in IT 100, which i thought would bust me off from graduating. hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now, my lil sis is trying to get some shut eye... &lt;em&gt;ang daya ng lokang ito ah, pinag bantay nga ako sakanya!&lt;/em&gt; it's already 10 minutes to 12am... sigh. guess my body clock's getting used to this... sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh well, i think i'd better get start doing this 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