<?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-7598956703563919198</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:45:10.306-08:00</updated><category term='super friends'/><category term='new'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='mcgyver'/><category term='love'/><category term='aragon'/><category term='facial'/><category term='micco'/><title type='text'>Vive bene Spesso l'amore di Risata molto</title><subtitle type='html'>Live well.Love much.Laugh often.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-4759053459353834400</id><published>2012-02-06T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T05:58:51.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Fevah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.virtualbingo.org/images/valentine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 380px;" src="http://www.virtualbingo.org/images/valentine1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Saint Valentine, what kind of potion did you make that affects everybody two at a time? Valentine's Day is fast-approaching and we all know it. Men are anxious thinking about where are they going to spend the day with their girlfriends; Women are excited for another experience of romantic getaway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, that's for those who have partners. And for those who are single, it's just an ordinary day to be lived by. If only they can avoid that day; if only they could vanish for one day, they would. The moment when all of your friends have their plans on that day, you actually get off the topic and just get away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't avoid it. So my advice is just let it pass. It is just another 24 hours of your life so treat it as so. What we can do is be happy for those who are happy and just pray that someday, somehow, you'll find your match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am planning to date someone, and i do hope everything would go as planned. I don't want to embarrass neither the two of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for those who have their one true love, do everything to make February 14th an extra-special one. Being romantic doesn't necessarily mean being sensual; it means being passionate and true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Til then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598956703563919198-4759053459353834400?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/4759053459353834400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2012/02/mister-saint-valentine-what-kind-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/4759053459353834400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/4759053459353834400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2012/02/mister-saint-valentine-what-kind-of.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Fevah'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-6783287339337846578</id><published>2011-08-19T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T16:24:54.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO TO MINING IN PALAWAN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OOJ2giQYpjE/Tk7vjp-Fz4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/snqPt7EGnJw/s1600/palawan-island-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OOJ2giQYpjE/Tk7vjp-Fz4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/snqPt7EGnJw/s320/palawan-island-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642710778982551426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tnNiD08C_uU/Tk7vjsTGV3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/tDcZOz0Niq4/s1600/one-palawan-stop-mining.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tnNiD08C_uU/Tk7vjsTGV3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/tDcZOz0Niq4/s320/one-palawan-stop-mining.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642710779607537522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SHI5hXzQjs/Tk7vjZnT6sI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ma0tsL94nkU/s1600/Notomining.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SHI5hXzQjs/Tk7vjZnT6sI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ma0tsL94nkU/s320/Notomining.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642710774592039618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;The Philippines, our country, is well-known for its rich culture and natural resources.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is known for its wide diversity of species. Biodiversity is what makes the planet sustain its natural status. But unfortunately, men greedy of power and money also want to sustain their status, and so, nature suffers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Miners say that mining is the answer for all the paucity our countrymen go through. Their words are so promising even our local officials get blinded by the luster of gold and silver. But in the end, only their agenda were fulfilled and the locals were left impaired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;The forum-discussion enunciated by Ms. Gina Lopez of ABS-CBN Foundation at Holy Angel University aims to open the eyes of the public, especially the youth, that mining will do no good to our country. I agree with her that only few are employed by mining, compared to agriculture which gives more benefits for the country. Mining only makes the mining companies rich—they are like mosquitoes, after absorbing our ‘blood’, they will just fly away like nothing happened. But we, together with the advocacy of Ms. Lopez, must eradicate these mosquitoes before they would even make another mining application in our most precious land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Leave the forests alone. That’s what really marks on my mind from Ms. Lopez. I must agree with her that minerals underground must serve their purpose underground. It is for the benefit of the majority. It keeps trees strong and firmly standing on the ground. Unlike when you dig the minerals out, only few benefits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;But I do believe that they should not focus on mining only. Air pollution Is another fatal problem of the country and of the world. But yes, we must take things one at a time. I am so optimistic that it is not too late yet, when we realize things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598956703563919198-6783287339337846578?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/6783287339337846578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-to-mining-in-palawan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/6783287339337846578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/6783287339337846578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-to-mining-in-palawan.html' title='NO TO MINING IN PALAWAN!!!'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OOJ2giQYpjE/Tk7vjp-Fz4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/snqPt7EGnJw/s72-c/palawan-island-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-365639105138268274</id><published>2011-08-11T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:22:54.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FB-ddicting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5G2DLi9RkPE/TkP-PgGvhLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hWzFdizXlQc/s1600/facebook.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5G2DLi9RkPE/TkP-PgGvhLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hWzFdizXlQc/s320/facebook.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639630700667700402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Facebook-- a word of mouth. Almost everyone including &lt;i&gt;Lola Tetchie,&lt;/i&gt; is already an expert of this website. People of different ages, of different races, and of different cultures have their own. It is like a written tell-all about yourself. People enjoy whenever someone comments on their posts or 'likes' their photos.  I bet Mark Zuckerberg earns no-joke money from his creation. With all the different advertisements I see at the right side of the webpage, he is like the tallest man stepping on his money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But in my perspective, Facebook(just like everything) has its pros and cons. Being connected with your family and loved ones becomes a necessity for us. Being updated to school, society, and people we follow, is another reason why people  are going gaga 'bout it. Befriending is as easy as blinking your eyes. If I was born during the time of my mom, I bet talking to my crush would be a perplexing situation to me. But now, even if we haven't conversed to each other in person yet, it's like we have known each other for quite some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With pros come along their corresponding cons. People depend on Facebook whenever they want to communicate. This diminishes our personal relations to that person. It is like our relationship with others becomes only a virtual thing, redu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cing our self-confidence to talk in person. Next, this website where people get habituated appears to be a bookmark in our browsers. Just by typing 'F' you are a click away from your most precious destination. In short, we value this site more than our savior Google, Yahoo, and Mr. Wikipedia. Some morons out there also uses King Facebook to take advantage of other people. The former uses another person's identity and photos in order to get the attention of their scapegoat. A lot of news I hear from the TV has something in common, reporting about women being raped through 'eyeballs/meet ups', and even men are now victims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;These are but some of the things that I know, which people know for sure also. With their daily use of this website, they are already adept with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What point am I trying to make here? When we use Facebook and we put information on our profiles, we are making our identity accessible to the world, and so we must be extra careful with the information we feed our profiles. Oftentimes it is better to keep your identity not that known to everybody. Above all, we  must be all responsible for all the things we put to our personal profile, be it  likes and comments to pictures and statuses, our own st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;atuses which may sometimes be tactless and hurt others, and our pictures which reflects our personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mc Gyver is... 'What are you doing?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQmdk8pcaho/TkP_lh5eywI/AAAAAAAAAGY/to9WkI2F3uo/s320/7cd3cc105fab32b24a5511c17910384d.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639632178617699074" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 53px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598956703563919198-365639105138268274?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/365639105138268274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2011/08/fb-ddicting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/365639105138268274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/365639105138268274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2011/08/fb-ddicting.html' title='FB-ddicting'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5G2DLi9RkPE/TkP-PgGvhLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hWzFdizXlQc/s72-c/facebook.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-5627153006435348724</id><published>2011-08-08T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T08:17:45.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCETPwGj6Vw/Tj_9e_zIq-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/23KlgGGlSY0/s1600/im_alive_02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCETPwGj6Vw/Tj_9e_zIq-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/23KlgGGlSY0/s320/im_alive_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638503967454964706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqvUwUcRA5I/Tj_9S8SD9nI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W4PEN9e7_Xs/s1600/im_alive_02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sigh! It has been a year or so since I have last seen my blogger dashboard and write new posts. Here I am doing it again, and I feel really excited about it. I have been busy in school and in extra curricular activities but now I feel like blogging again. It feels good when you can express your thoughts not just through 'chit-chats' with friends. Sometimes, we need 'intellectual' outlet for our ideas, and anything that we can share to others, exempli gratia, daily experiences and adventures, your rantings, and a lot more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So basically, I will be expecting myself to write again. Haha. I need inspiration. But with the things that happen to me everyday, I cannot run out of things to write about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Good night for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.S. Do comment. It will be highly appreciated by yours truly. :)&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/7598956703563919198-5627153006435348724?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/5627153006435348724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2011/08/way-back-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/5627153006435348724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/5627153006435348724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2011/08/way-back-home.html' title='Way Back Home'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCETPwGj6Vw/Tj_9e_zIq-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/23KlgGGlSY0/s72-c/im_alive_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-9121184829337160789</id><published>2010-09-17T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T23:33:42.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unforgettable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been in Manila since Thursday night and the experience was really really cool. I mean, being here again after a while is much of an experience--it is a commitment. Seeing pretty familiar faces, talking with familiar people, walking along the same aisles I have to walk everyday before. It really feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to San Sebastian(Baste) since yesterday(Friday) and there I met my former school friends and classmates. I can't believe they are going to treat me like that. They treat me as if I am a balikbayan whom they missed so much. I went to the office of my previous org (Campus Peer Ministry) and there I met my really good friends. You know the feeling of, because you have been a very good friend to them when we were still together, now they are giving me back what I have invested--True Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Saturday, I met my former classmates in my previous course. They really missed me and they even encouraged me to "sit-in" in their major subject. I can't say no and they have good talent of convincing and so I ended up going with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have exchanged few good stories and experiences. I can't forget all of them since San Sebastian is my first school in College and the people I have known here are unforgettable. These people are really cool, and since I am cool(LOL), we met in the middle and presto! -- a friendship no one can destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I am still studying here. But then, on second thoughts, I thought that if I stayed here and did not transfer to another school, they won't miss me and won't welcome me that warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL FOLKS! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598956703563919198-9121184829337160789?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/9121184829337160789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/09/unforgettable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/9121184829337160789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/9121184829337160789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/09/unforgettable.html' title='The Unforgettable'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-8389663569105845505</id><published>2010-09-02T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T05:58:24.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaps for the Better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sangrea.net/free-cartoons/relig_confused-meditator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 493px;" src="http://sangrea.net/free-cartoons/relig_confused-meditator.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been distant from my usual companions lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it is my personal decision no commit such act to redirect my self to my main goal in entering college--STUDY. I am not saying that we don't need friends; neither do I mean that they are bad influences. It's just that I was so lax during the prelims that I got a failing quiz, a below quota grade, etc. I was so depressed during that time that I decided to minimize a bit my hanging out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made a more serious perplexity on my part. Other people thought that they made a mistake that had caused me to move away. I was so threatened that I may not be able to go back again to the group. One of the members is not talking to me; and vice-versa. It was like I feel awkward whenever I try to say a word to him. The other, I was saddened by the fact that he will be with us for a short time only. He will be going somewhere far far away. It was sad because I decided to put a brick bar between, where in fact he only has limited time to be with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, academics-wise, I am doing good. I am able to get good grades in quizzes and pass requirements on time. Our midterm exams started today and will continue until Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope God will give me the knowledge, wisdom, and understanding, to surpass all these loads I carry on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598956703563919198-8389663569105845505?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/8389663569105845505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/09/gaps-for-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/8389663569105845505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/8389663569105845505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/09/gaps-for-better.html' title='Gaps for the Better?'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-8367330232745357249</id><published>2010-08-03T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T07:05:30.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Issue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chamberofsecrets89.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/anger.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 205px;" src="http://chamberofsecrets89.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/anger.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why there are people who are just so inconsiderate. I am not saying that I am perfect, but I try my very best not to hurt people's feelings as much as possible. I am saying this because of that 'escort' issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a transferee, fortunately or unfortunately, I got the chance to have different classmates depending on my subject. I have one subject wherein my classmates are in a block section, meaning they are classmates in all of their subjects. The president of this class asked me if I could be the escort to represent their block in the sports fest. I did not give him my yes/no. I just told him I will think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, like a week after, one of their classmates went to my seat and told me to put down my name on the list. I saw that only the escort category is left blank. And so, because I was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nabigla"&lt;/span&gt;, I ended up writing down my name and exhaling a huge sigh, not of relief but of anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed, and it is one week before the sports fest. I still ask 'them' the things that I will do as the escort come the sports fest. They just told me, 'wala...lalakad ka lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(nothing, you will just walk around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, with the banner during the parade..that's it". That is the main reason in the first place why i ended up 'nodding' to the proposition. They said the parade will be on Saturday, July 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Friday, July 30, 9:09 am. Someone texted me to go to the gymnasium because there's a practice for escorts. My class that day will start 1pm. And so I got no choice but to come to school early. Then while on my way, they texted me again, "Bring yellow sportswear." WTF? That's what entered my mind. A week I have been asking the things I will do and the details I should know. All they say is 'nothing.nothing.you just have to walk'. Then now, they are rushing me up to go to school that early and to bring yellow sportswear on the spot. That's Friday huh. Not Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I decided to BACK OUT. Yes. I don't want to look stupid walking there like a psychotic dog that does not know what to do. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di'ba?&lt;/span&gt; I have been told that I will just walk. Then on the spot I was asked to do this and bring this? That is so unfair on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I received a text message saying, "Umoo ka na para sa sports fest tapos ngayon umaayaw ka na. Parang pina paasa mo kame( you agreed to be the escort, but now you are backing out. You just made us expect on nothing)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the time I became like a bear with a head. I was really mad and irritated. I replied to that message, "Can I just know who am I talking to so I could talk to you personally, etc..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, they find for a replacement and as far I know he lost. I also overheard from one of my friends that the class president spoke, "Patay sa'kin yang Aragon na yan". I don't know if that is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what really happened. Nothing but the truth. I will cross my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my rantings :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598956703563919198-8367330232745357249?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/8367330232745357249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-issue.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/8367330232745357249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/8367330232745357249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-issue.html' title='That Issue!'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-2180242668731029019</id><published>2010-07-29T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:48:09.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelim is Over. OVERRR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzsq6sQbzFI/TAiVZnZUh7I/AAAAAAAAANE/KlYAG05rsKw/s320/EXAM+OVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzsq6sQbzFI/TAiVZnZUh7I/AAAAAAAAANE/KlYAG05rsKw/s320/EXAM+OVER.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last week is the start of our prelim exams, and it ended on Sunday, July 25. It is both flattering and deppressing that it went good and bad for me in some subjects. I don't know why I am getting a hard time understanding Philosophy of Man. Maybe it is outside my field of interest. No offensement with my professor(well he is good in teaching) but the subject is like a sleeping pill that when introduced to your body immediately sedates you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't got yet the exam results in PhiloMan. But if the exam is over 40, I am lucky to get ten points. Wahhhh. Really. It is because I do not get the chance to provide myself a copy of the handout. Everytime I go to the library to borrow the book, the most precious book is always out. It's like a sorcerer's stone so hard to catch. Until the exam schedule came I haven't read any of the philosophers and their philosophies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So much of my traumatic PhiloMan experience. I am really happy to get 42/50 score in Principles of Economics. I think I am the highest, if not one of the highest. My classmates in that class are mostly 4th year civil engineering students and 4th year Education students. I am just enjoying the subject;in fact I always volunteer myself to draw the graph on the board, or to answer the question being thrown to us by our professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I did not get the results yet on my other subjects. I hope I dont get below the average. My life would be at stake then. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will just get back to you and give you an update as to what my fortune would be :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Til then, Later!&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/7598956703563919198-2180242668731029019?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/2180242668731029019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/07/prelim-is-over-overrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/2180242668731029019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/2180242668731029019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/07/prelim-is-over-overrr.html' title='Prelim is Over. OVERRR!'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzsq6sQbzFI/TAiVZnZUh7I/AAAAAAAAANE/KlYAG05rsKw/s72-c/EXAM+OVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-6587196991701916458</id><published>2010-07-14T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T06:47:42.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcgyver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aragon'/><title type='text'>Circle of Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cirnetwork.org/uploads/Image/best%20Buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.cirnetwork.org/uploads/Image/best%20Buddies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever since we have acquired knowledge and started to live our lives independently, we actually meet new people and gain new acquaintances, new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hardly can remember all my friends during elementary. My high school friends on the other hand seem to have forgotten me or are busy with their studies(or new friends ): )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that I am in my third school to study college education, I have met really a number of friends. In my first school for college( San Sebastian DE Manila), new and different people welcomed me there. Some are of my level(social status), but mostly are rich. But I tried to jive with them and go with the flow. I think God gifted me with "flexibility". I mean, I can go and connive with different people regardless their gender or social status. I can be with guys, girls, rich, poor, and the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Baste(nickname of San Sebastian) friends really are so kind and hospitable. Up until now, I still can get over the face that I am not with them anymore. It's like as if I just visited a place, and left it suddenly. Just like what happened when I was in Cebu to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My second school is the University of San Jose-Recoletos (USJ-R), and here I have met a bunch of really different people. I am like a fish that migrated to a new school of fishes. All are different-the dialect, the culture,the traits and characteristic, the mode of transportation, the teaching methodologies, etc. Compared with my previous school then. What I like most about Cebuanos is they are so hospitable. Like, say, I have a classmate. I and this classmate of mine went to the canteen to eat. Then surprisingly I saw another classmate from a different class. Even if these two don't know each other, they will talk as if they are also classmates. The fact that they have a common friend is enough for them to be friends too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, in my third school, which happens to be the Holy Angel University(HAU), new faces I met. There's this musician, who plays drums, violin, guitar, piano, etc., a former law office assistant secretary, a "kikay"(super girlish), a silent type girl who has a lot of life experiences to share, and the rest are still to be identified(coz I don't know them all yet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish I can collect all of my friends since childhood and tell all of them, "You guys are so lucky to have met a McGyver Aragon in your life." LOL. hahah. But seriously, I hope I can bring them in one place and meet each other(maybe during my funeral).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598956703563919198-6587196991701916458?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/6587196991701916458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/07/circle-of-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/6587196991701916458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/6587196991701916458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/07/circle-of-friends.html' title='Circle of Friends'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-5936187255735482498</id><published>2010-07-06T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T03:22:11.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands Full</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ba6alah.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/hey-im-busy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ba6alah.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/hey-im-busy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so sorry I can't post any interesting things right now. My hands are really full with assignments, research works, and quizzes. But I promise before the week ends, I might be able to share with you my insights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;God bless you my readers!&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/7598956703563919198-5936187255735482498?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/5936187255735482498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/07/hands-full.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/5936187255735482498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/5936187255735482498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/07/hands-full.html' title='Hands Full'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-6596296779888788232</id><published>2010-07-05T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T02:29:18.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subdivided</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/usa/images-3/god.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/usa/images-3/god.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't express what I feel as of the moment. I don't have anyone whom I can share my sentiments. I can't tell my friends of what I feel. Maybe at the right time. I honestly don't know how to tell them, all i know is that I am having a hard time now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Help me GOD. My only God. My God whom I used to know eversince I was born.&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/7598956703563919198-6596296779888788232?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/6596296779888788232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/07/subdivided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/6596296779888788232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/6596296779888788232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/07/subdivided.html' title='Subdivided'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-6465683687596471965</id><published>2010-06-30T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T02:39:27.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/kzIWSOT3lS7q1dqUe1q2wnF0CkVR5KCpE9WNfLB9NxZxKyR-ojIXLP7-h5N80OBkXY41m-F63DV0qdElfZ-ApNqhq9qHMFOT/sirdg_4by6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 267px; float: left; height: 218px;" alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/kzIWSOT3lS7q1dqUe1q2wnF0CkVR5KCpE9WNfLB9NxZxKyR-ojIXLP7-h5N80OBkXY41m-F63DV0qdElfZ-ApNqhq9qHMFOT/sirdg_4by6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I just want to give you an idea as to where I am studying now. Presently, I am enrolled here at Holy Angel University in Angeles City, Pampanga. I usually travel by two jeepneys and one tricycle ride. Well, they say that this is the most prestigious school in Pampanga, but I really don't care about that. My only concern is to be educated well and to be a competitive professional someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Since this is a big university, there are a lot of students, A LOT. Taking up different courses, everyday seems to be a new day. Right now, I am overlooking the students entering the campus(the outer surface of the library building is made of glass), some are quite happy-go-lucky, with no bags with them(trend for the boys) and some are like carrying the whole world with their backpacks jam-packed, these might be the scholars of the school, often seen as weird people. But look at them as role models. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Whatever school I am in, all I really want is to finish my course(B.S. in Computer Engineering) and help my family uplift our status of living. I will never forget those who have helped me, and those who refused to extend some help to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Visit my school's website : http://hau.edu.ph/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &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/7598956703563919198-6465683687596471965?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/6465683687596471965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/6465683687596471965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/6465683687596471965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-world.html' title='My new world'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-5405424144970406161</id><published>2010-06-28T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T02:37:18.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Philippines: June 30, 2010 onwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/TChqpY3ZzVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/YnDcFe7MOpk/s1600/Gloria-Macapagal-Arroyo2_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/TChqpY3ZzVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/YnDcFe7MOpk/s400/Gloria-Macapagal-Arroyo2_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487753405232958802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before I go to school this morning, I have overheard the news report about the bank deficit that the Arroyo administration will soon give to the incoming Aquino administration. I don't know much about this thing, all i know is that we are talking about billions. Yes my dear readers, billions of pesos that our country has, not as funds but as deficits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am neither a pro-Arroyo nor an Aquino fanatic. I am just after the rightful deeds they do. It flash backed on my mind this advertisement by the outcoming administration entitled "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sa Totoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;", meaning they are able to do these infrastructures they are bragging about from money which we do not have? Well yes, here in Pampanga, they have been renovating highways and bridges, but there's an issue why they started before elections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/TChqoyatfKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ftjYTby8czU/s1600/pw-noynoy-aquino-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/TChqoyatfKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ftjYTby8czU/s400/pw-noynoy-aquino-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487753394912066722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am no political fan. For me, a country full of political-minded men is a peaceless country at all. I hope the Aquino administration will never fail the public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I believe in you sir, as much as I believed in Mrs. Arroyo before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598956703563919198-5405424144970406161?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/5405424144970406161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-philippines-june-30-2010-onwards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/5405424144970406161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/5405424144970406161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-philippines-june-30-2010-onwards.html' title='New Philippines: June 30, 2010 onwards'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/TChqpY3ZzVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/YnDcFe7MOpk/s72-c/Gloria-Macapagal-Arroyo2_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-2242763610157492372</id><published>2010-06-24T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T02:45:43.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Again :) :) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chatham-nj.org/laf/lib/laf/back_to_school.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 358px; display: block; height: 312px;" alt="" src="http://www.chatham-nj.org/laf/lib/laf/back_to_school.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a while since I last wrote for my blogspot. Well, I am really sorry for the recess, but now, I'll try to be more active and share to you my readers my new adventures and experiences in life, in its new phase now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am back to school. Come on! Let's party! Cheers. Well, I am really really really happy that I am back to school again. I miss this thing, really. I miss doing assignments, note-taking, reading notes, reviewing the lessons, and the ever-famous, cramming. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, I am here in the Internet Section of my new school, because I accompanied my two friends, one doesn't want to go home yet, the other waiting for vehicle. Oh well, I think my feet really brought me here. Before blogging now, I was able to watch "The Pursuit of Happyness" starring Will Smith as Chris Gardner. You know what friends, this movie really hit me. I relate with the story of Chris, whose struggles really paid off. My favorite line from there is, "(Chris talking to his son) Don't let anyone tell you that you can't do some thing, you can. You got a dream? Protect it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't remember the exact words but the message is really true. Your dreams in life are your passport for you to be able to reach your destination. Men without dreams are impossible. Life is full of hopes, and so you got to believe in yourself that whatever it happens, whatever it takes, you can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a dream, and make it come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later! :D&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/7598956703563919198-2242763610157492372?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/2242763610157492372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/2242763610157492372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/2242763610157492372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-again.html' title='School Again :) :) :)'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-5735709048712089416</id><published>2010-04-08T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:15:22.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/S75_mC5BUsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZV3xlMtkN7c/s1600/warning_its_my_18th_birthday_greeting_card-p137791227987647394q6k5_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/S75_mC5BUsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZV3xlMtkN7c/s400/warning_its_my_18th_birthday_greeting_card-p137791227987647394q6k5_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457940090007409346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Monday is my 18th birthday. Yahoo! I can do whatever I want now that I can't do when I was still 'underage'. Especially, I can now apply for a job! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank those hundreds(or thousands I guess) who greeted me on facebook, those who called and texted me up, and those who even waited the exact strike of the clock to 12 o'clock in the midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate your love and effort, for giving a minute of your most valued time just to greet me on my special day. Thanks for remembering me on that day. And those who forgot, and those who didn't bother to greet me, well, it's okay. I SINCERELY UNDERSTAND THAT YOU HAVE LOTS OF THINGS ON YOUR MIND, and so I can't blame you on that. Just don't expect me to greet you on your birthday! Hahah. Just kiddin' aside. I am not that bitter kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I am 18, who cares? Hahah. But seriously, I should(must?) now be more mature(oh yes I am), and responsible for my words and actions. To be a better person, a better son, grandson, brother, nephew, cousin, and soon, husband and father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I want to reiterate, THANK YOU EARTHLINGS! :)&lt;br /&gt;[one big SMILE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598956703563919198-5735709048712089416?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/5735709048712089416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/04/thanks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/5735709048712089416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/5735709048712089416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/04/thanks.html' title='Thanks! :)'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/S75_mC5BUsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZV3xlMtkN7c/s72-c/warning_its_my_18th_birthday_greeting_card-p137791227987647394q6k5_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-1631456563339786572</id><published>2010-02-02T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T07:38:47.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss all about school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/S2hG_7VWacI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QLsfEg4m43c/s1600-h/UniversityCap_Diploma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/S2hG_7VWacI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QLsfEg4m43c/s400/UniversityCap_Diploma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433671014495447490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really miss it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the everyday preparation: waking up early, eating breakfast, taking a bath with cold water at dawn, fixing my hair, etc. but above all, i miss the fact that i am learning everyday.  the lessons i'm learning at school are my mind's food. without them, i think i will find a hard time, right? especially here in the philipppines where education is given more recognition than labor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to my batchmates na unang ga-graduate sa'kin, do wait for me at the apex of triumph. i'll get there, soon. mauuna lang siguro kayo ng konti guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, 'take advantage' on it, i mean while they can still send you to school. you are very fortunate that you can study. a lot out there is 'craving' to go to school, to fulfill their dreams. YOU ARE VERY FORTUNATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598956703563919198-1631456563339786572?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/1631456563339786572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-all-about-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/1631456563339786572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/1631456563339786572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-all-about-school.html' title='I miss all about school'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/S2hG_7VWacI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QLsfEg4m43c/s72-c/UniversityCap_Diploma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-9175192259881289527</id><published>2010-01-27T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T02:45:55.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i apologize for the respite of this blogspot, maybe yours truly is somehow collecting more experiences that I can disclose with you. it's been a month since I last wrote here, so now I will just share to you what happened for the past month.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my christmas and new year at the original Briones' domicile in Timac, Pampanga. A typical Filipino celebration. This year's celebration is not so good because among the 3 of us(siblings), I am the only one left. My brother is in Cebu, he is not given the permission to go home here in Pampanga, so he spent the vacation with "his" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;father and the rest. On the other hand, my older sister has her own family na, so she spent the season with her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am left now, the only teenager of the family. I feel a pain in my heart whenever I remember the fact that the 3 of us are not fulfilling our dreams to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, life must go on. Adelante ika nga nila. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o I forced myself to be happy with mom, stepdad, my half-brother and half-sister, and my aunt, uncle, grandparents, and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas and new year celebrations are ofte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n similar in our family. Nothing's so special about it, except the fact that it is the only time that "some" of the family members gather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I hope you guys had had a jovial  and evocative Christmas and New year with your family. and as always, this has been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/S2FJEDZfBgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vaD3B0ARzw0/s1600-h/7cd3cc105fab32b24a5511c17910384d.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 53px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/S2FJEDZfBgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vaD3B0ARzw0/s400/7cd3cc105fab32b24a5511c17910384d.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431702959566030338" 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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7598956703563919198-9175192259881289527?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/9175192259881289527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-1020185359543207022</id><published>2009-12-09T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T05:37:53.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sana ngayong pasko...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sana ngayong pasko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maging masaya ang lahat ng tao.&lt;br /&gt;magkabati ang magkakaway.&lt;br /&gt;magmahalan ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;kalimutan ang pride at humingi ng sorry.&lt;br /&gt;learn to forgive and forget. forget what happened, not forget the person.&lt;br /&gt;maalala na ang Pasko ay kapanganakan ni Jesus Christ, hindi oras ng pangangampanya.&lt;br /&gt;na ang Pasko ay moment of sharing, hindi moment of receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to practice everyday the real spirit of christmas.&lt;br /&gt;the act of sharing what you have, not sharing what is excess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all thank the Creator and His Son for this yuletide season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birth of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;our Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DEO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598956703563919198-1020185359543207022?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/1020185359543207022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/12/sana-ngayong-pasko.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/1020185359543207022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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few days. i really believe that after the tremendous attack of the angry rain, the power of the sun will rise above it, leaving the storm in its defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my successive downfalls in life, i am proud to say that i am still here, existing, stronger, better. i am now keeping myself busy by reading the old books at the bookshelves, books that have existed before me. i am now also fond of cleaning the house which had been abandoned by so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i take a single glimpse around the house, i feel a pinch in my heart. back in my toddler years, this house is full of life, of happiness. this house once served as a HOME. but now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; after more than 15 years, the light inside the house is replaced by a dimmer light, not totally darkness dominates in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to gain back all the life in it. the family members before had gone far away in pursuit of their own individual dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, we are only 6 who regularly live in the house: my mother, my stepdad, my steps bro and sis, my grandpa(the owner), and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this house will regain its light, its sunlight after the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SxX2rMoTnAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uaw3iDvL09g/s1600-h/rain_sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SxX2rMoTnAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uaw3iDvL09g/s400/rain_sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410501749340609538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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shines'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SxX2rMoTnAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uaw3iDvL09g/s72-c/rain_sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-8062224765587143883</id><published>2009-11-11T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T05:02:25.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitamin A -- ACCEPTANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Svq118RF6rI/AAAAAAAAADw/vo-AcuJBS2Q/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Svq118RF6rI/AAAAAAAAADw/vo-AcuJBS2Q/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402830641299843762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had always been positive on things i am thinking of turning out to be the other way around. i am always motivating myself whenever dejection resents me. sometimes i am thinking that i am forsaken, oftentimes condemned. my dreams seem to have been demolished in just a blink of an eye, all of the hardships i have been through in building my dreams seem to have its strikeback against me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;paano na ako ngayon? bakit parang gumuho ng ganon na lamang ang mga pangarap ko? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whenever i am in front of people, i show them that i am okay, despite of the fact THAT I AM NOT OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i talking about? right now, i am deeply depressed, because i don't know if i can still pursue my studies. i am telling myself that i'll just stop schooling for one semester, and i will enroll next school year. what if not only this sem? what if i had reached my dead end? i can't believe that i am in the house now, instead of going to school--my only dream, my happiness, my aspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of students out there who don't want to study, why me? Why me whose eagerness to study is as intense as a raging volcano? why don't they give me an opportunity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought before that i am just a leap away of that diploma. but now, it has vanished. it seemed that it is impossible to get now, for instance i dont know how, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after all this, my faith in God is never fluctuating, but steadfast. i know this is just another crossword for me to solve, i hope its not so impossible to find the solution. God, my Dad, i am always counting on you. You are my Father, I am Your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE YOU DESPITE OF ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598956703563919198-8062224765587143883?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/8062224765587143883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/11/vitamin-acceptance.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/8062224765587143883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/8062224765587143883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/11/vitamin-acceptance.html' title='Vitamin A -- ACCEPTANCE'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Svq118RF6rI/AAAAAAAAADw/vo-AcuJBS2Q/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-1872285040775750078</id><published>2009-10-15T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:37:38.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do i really belong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/StbRJ6D68hI/AAAAAAAAADo/zbXTsKPXSlg/s1600-h/hia6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392727571957477906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/StbRJ6D68hI/AAAAAAAAADo/zbXTsKPXSlg/s400/hia6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/StbQsrjD4FI/AAAAAAAAADg/tvXR5CZt5iY/s1600-h/ff3018171dddc2e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;where do i really belong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;to the place where THEY want me to be? Claiming its for my own good, my own future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;or to the place where I wanted to stay? With those people who can make me happy, who supports me in almost everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate decision-making. Especially when it is a make-it or break-it situation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;can i stand on my own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;that's the BIG question here. risks are everywhere. so i think i must go to the place where i know ill be happy, free from commands, compulsion, and coercion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to live life my way. i know it will be hard for me, but there's no such thing as easy life, when you are not exerting effort for it to be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever happens, i hope that the people whom i think i can lean on to, will always be there to catch me IFEVER im going to experience DOWNFALLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, I trust in you.&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/7598956703563919198-1872285040775750078?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/1872285040775750078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-do-i-really-belong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/1872285040775750078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/1872285040775750078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-do-i-really-belong.html' title='Where do i really belong?'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/StbRJ6D68hI/AAAAAAAAADo/zbXTsKPXSlg/s72-c/hia6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-8531586106591511305</id><published>2009-10-03T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:03:03.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SscE6YUy-zI/AAAAAAAAADY/c7A2MyxNBp8/s1600-h/philippine-airlines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388280880180689714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SscE6YUy-zI/AAAAAAAAADY/c7A2MyxNBp8/s400/philippine-airlines.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im going home to Manila and Pampanga this coming October 18, 2009 . The flight schedule is 1830H. Im still thinking if I would still come back here in Cebu. There are a lot of things to consider. Risks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I and my elder brother are staying here in Cebu to study college at the University of San Jose-Recoletos. Presently, we are staying in Lapu-lapu City, Mactan Island with my father, his girlfriend and their son. I feel so indifferent with them, to think that I am not with my father since I was 7 months old. But of course I don't show them what I really feel, I just act civil, for the whole nation to be out of issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My brother is enjoying here in Cebu, and he is also happy that he is now with his father, our father i mean. Honestly, I really find it uncomfortable to call him 'Pa', or 'papa'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My scheduled return flight will be on November 2 twilight. If I'll not come back here, what are my plans? What will I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im really trapped in this situation, all I want is to be happy, to be comfortable, and to be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know God, my real Dad, will not forsake me, His most powerful hands will guide me to a better place where I really belong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rantings in a topsy-turvy world.&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/7598956703563919198-8531586106591511305?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/8531586106591511305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/10/shall-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/8531586106591511305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/8531586106591511305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/10/shall-i.html' title='Shall I?'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SscE6YUy-zI/AAAAAAAAADY/c7A2MyxNBp8/s72-c/philippine-airlines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-8625941789642591561</id><published>2009-09-27T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:38:20.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature stikes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SsAS63VwysI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VECEPGQdrn8/s1600-h/flashflood_slide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386325956832053954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SsAS63VwysI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VECEPGQdrn8/s400/flashflood_slide1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have been watching television for the past few days, and i really felt bad for those families affected by the raging flash floods of typhoon Ondoy. I have a lot of friends and relatives staying in places that are the centerpoints of Ondoy. Even my previous school( San Sebastian College de Manila) experienced its very first floodwater. According to my friend, offices in the first floor were all filled with floodwater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As what I've heard from the morning news, this is the most aggravated flood that Philippines has experienced for the past 20 years or so. I am very thankful that here in Cebu, we just experienced drizzles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am praying that everything will be okay and that all of the affected victims, homeless people, families who are now having lesser number of members, and all of those who are witnesses of this tragic and traumatic calamity will be rescued and relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As one nation, let us all help those who are badly in need. Prayers for them will do a great spirit upliftment, for them to feel that they are not forsaken, but still blest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;God knocks now. Mother Nature is teaching us lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pray... and everything will be okay, IN THE END...&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/7598956703563919198-8625941789642591561?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/8625941789642591561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/09/nature-stikes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/8625941789642591561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/8625941789642591561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/09/nature-stikes.html' title='Nature stikes...'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SsAS63VwysI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VECEPGQdrn8/s72-c/flashflood_slide1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-2355964091483067342</id><published>2009-08-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T01:32:12.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some photos o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; my life ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SybnV2qS7oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/akwQtKDWEHA/s1600-h/12-06-09_2100.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415269964595785346" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SybnV2qS7oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/akwQtKDWEHA/s400/12-06-09_2100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;h&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt; is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt; m&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;e :-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SybnlygJVuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/a16tTGWEOwA/s1600-h/12-07-09_1817.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415270238357378786" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SybnlygJVuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/a16tTGWEOwA/s400/12-07-09_1817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another me :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SyboGLkxjNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/70GoilFLTfs/s1600-h/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415270794843491538" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SyboGLkxjNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/70GoilFLTfs/s400/IMG_0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High school graduation with my classmates and instructors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SozE950if7I/AAAAAAAAACY/CHJoY4WPOuc/s1600-h/IMG_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371885023318409138" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SozE950if7I/AAAAAAAAACY/CHJoY4WPOuc/s400/IMG_0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wala ako jan :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SozE9MrXL8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8my2XYOUbGg/s1600-h/05-08-09_1722.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371885011200323522" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SozE9MrXL8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8my2XYOUbGg/s400/05-08-09_1722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt; Sa Cebu na to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, i want to start my blog by introducing myself to the world. But since I am not feeling well yesterday because of my swelling pores, I deferred it &lt;em&gt;na lang&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, here's the synopsis of my life for everybody's information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My complete name is McGyver Rae Martinez Aragon y Briones Garcia, wow, sounds like a rich kid- but I'm not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was born in Apalit, Pampanga,at C.P. Cabrera Maternity Hospital, on April 5, 1992. I came from a family with no luxurious life. My mother is IB.A(which is changed to P after her second marriage) and my father's name is RM.A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I grew up fatherless. My parents abstracted when I am still 6 or 7 months old baby, according to my grandma(mother's side). I grew up in my mother's side together with my 2 other siblings, Michael, and Mitchelle. I am the youngest among the three of us. We don't have any picture or whatsoever memento of our father as we grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was a young child, I used to feel emulous whenever I see a family, a father, a mother, and children go together to church every Sunday, afterwhich, proceed to &lt;em&gt;"Jollibee"&lt;/em&gt; for lunch. Isn't it an amazing feeling &lt;em&gt;di'ba&lt;/em&gt;? Everytime there is a Family Day in school or PTA Meeting, my mother always takes away half-day of her work to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;During my 3rd grade, my mother was married again and their relationship accrued two other siblings, Bojo and Kaye-Kaye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;During my elementary days, I used to walk &lt;em&gt;mga&lt;/em&gt; 5 to six kilometers under the sun everyday going to school and going home after school. Also during lunchtime when I don't have packed lunch, &lt;em&gt;lakad din ako pauwi. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But all of my hardships as a kid paid off, when I graduated as Class Valedictorian, together with 16 other medals which I obtained from winning inter-school academic competitions. I am happy because I am secured to continue studying without tuition fees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My early high school life is full of pressure, competition, and "grade-craving". I admit during my first two years in high school, I have done every possible way to get high grades(but never cheating and the like). I mean I don't come to school during exams if I don't memorized the whole lesson. Quite O.A. right? I finished the first two years of high school with 3rd honors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;During my 3rd year of of high school is the time that I can say I've matured(kind'a). I have changed my attitude of being grade-conscious, and lived life lightly. I don't become happy-go-lucky or come what may person, I just learned how to accept defeats and imbibed how to stand up when defeated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I finished the third year of high school as Top 1. &lt;em&gt;Baligtad noh? &lt;/em&gt;When I was like a lion salivating for the highest award, I can't catch it. But when i transformed into a sheep that accepts only what is for me and never complains, I have won it. Irony indeed, but lesson learned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The competition inside the classroom seems to vanish during my last year in high school, all of us became friends, A WHOLE CLASS BARKADA. It's like when you became an enemy of one fro the class, &lt;em&gt;kalaban mo na kaming lahat. &lt;/em&gt;I can say that my last year in high school is the happiest and most enjoyable stage of my life. It is during 4th year when I had my very first serious relationship, shall I name her? She is Gail, an enchanting, vibrant lady.She's my goddess. But seriously, when your in love, &lt;em&gt;kahit puppy love pa 'yan, &lt;/em&gt;the feeling is unexplainable, the love you feel is immeasurable and ceaseless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;High school is over and I finished it being the Class Valedictorian, together with the biggest medal I've ever received, the Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo Academic Excellence and Leadership Award, and other "Best in" awards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;During high school, I also experienced the hardest part of life. Its difficulties, ups and downs,adversities, afflictions, challenges, and misfortunes. I have experienced going to school with vacated pocket and stomach. Going home from school(approximately 10 kilometers) via walking coz I don't have &lt;em&gt;baon or pamasahe.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Naputulan din kami ng kuryente, mga 3 years siguro from 2nd year to 4th year. &lt;/em&gt;Imagine, I handwash my clothes and hang it without wringing, for it not to be corrugated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My mother that time lives with her husband, so only the three of us and our grandfather were there in the house--Suffering. K&lt;em&gt;anya-kanyang diskarte. &lt;/em&gt;Eating only once a day(every 4pm, &lt;em&gt;sometimes wala pa pag walang nahuling isda sa fishpond or hindi na pinautang ng bigas sa tindahan&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;em&gt;Magluluto using the conventional kahoy, magbabasa at magrereview gamit ang gasera(&lt;/em&gt;lamp using kerosene). I remembered one incident that I was neardeath, thank God talaga iniligtas ako, because I know I have a lot of missions to be accomplished first before dying. The incident is when I will go to sleep na, with a very small candle(as in small talaga) which I placed on the orocan, nakatulog ako and forgot to blow the light off. Mga 3am, nagising ako with loud knocks on the window and yells of my brother. NASUSUNOG YUNG KWARTO! Yes, Sunog lahat ng nasa paligid ko, and i anomalously survived. I just got a minor burn in my pinky finger. Imagine? As in all of the things inside the room were sooted black, and the smoke was suffocating but I am here now, still living the gift of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I find a hard time deciding to which school I will attend for my college education. I am thinking of UP, since I passed the UPCAT &lt;em&gt;naman. &lt;/em&gt;But the problem is they cannot admit me because of my birth certificate defficiency, instead of "ARAGON" &lt;em&gt;kasi, &lt;/em&gt;it's "ARAJON", &lt;em&gt;oh di'ba astig?&lt;/em&gt; But that was my major problem eversince. I and my mom used to have endless arguments regarding this problem. &lt;em&gt;Kasi naman di'ba? Dapat pagka panganak ko pa lang inayos na yun? Eh nakuha ko ng maging 6 footer di pa rin ayos birth cert ko eh&lt;/em&gt;. But the problem is the money kasi. &lt;em&gt;Ewan ko ba, &lt;/em&gt;so whoever man makabasa nito and knows a lawyer who can answer my question, please email me. My question &lt;em&gt;nga pala&lt;/em&gt; is, "What shall I do to have my birth certficate amended?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is also during this time(summer after graduation) that at last, there is some communication between us and my father's side. &lt;em&gt;Super habang istorya and sanga-sanga pa, basta &lt;/em&gt;all i know is we are communicating with my father's mother. She is a nurse in the US, and she said they are searching for us for a long time. &lt;em&gt;Sasabihin ko sana, 'eh hindi naman po kami lumipat ng tirahan, panung 'di nyo kami nakita'. &lt;/em&gt;but that time kasi, she said &lt;em&gt;siya na magpapa-aral saming tatlo. &lt;/em&gt;Me and my bro were sent to San Sebastian College-Recoletos, and my ate in AMA &lt;em&gt;sa Pampanga, ayaw niya sa Manila takot daw siya.&lt;/em&gt; In Baste, I have found new friends and chosen 'alter egos'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, I am schooling at University of San Jose-Recoletos in Cebu City. Another long story why I am here. To cut it short, its a choice between to study in Cebu or not to study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Folks, this is just some highlights of my life, and its kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;pang-MMK &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;as what others claim, but this is my life. A life full of struggles . A life full of dreams to be fulfilled, of conceptualizations to be in reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598956703563919198-2355964091483067342?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/2355964091483067342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-about-me.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/2355964091483067342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/2355964091483067342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-about-me.html' title='All About Me'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SybnV2qS7oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/akwQtKDWEHA/s72-c/12-06-09_2100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-7145317879201482459</id><published>2009-08-19T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:39:56.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facial'/><title type='text'>Awww...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SousO77T88I/AAAAAAAAAAU/CLxwX4F5Ym4/s1600-h/aa.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SousO77T88I/AAAAAAAAAAU/CLxwX4F5Ym4/s400/aa.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371576353174057922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It hurts! hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have just undergone facial this noon, and because i&lt;/span&gt;t's been three months since my l&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ast treatment, it really hurts! My tears keep on welling every time the attendant gives another attack.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  I am happy though. Coz I believe in the saying that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your face is the first part of your body to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598956703563919198-7145317879201482459?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/7145317879201482459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/08/awww.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/7145317879201482459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/7145317879201482459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/08/awww.html' title='Awww...'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SousO77T88I/AAAAAAAAAAU/CLxwX4F5Ym4/s72-c/aa.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598956703563919198.post-6331706967448214820</id><published>2009-08-19T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:39:42.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A Fledgeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SoupjyYYsVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mJjjcENX87E/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371573412854018386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SoupjyYYsVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mJjjcENX87E/s320/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Woah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;After a long time of thinking it out, I finally gave in. One person influenced&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;me of creating my own spot here, and because I love this person so much, voila! Eventhough I'm not really into writing, coz i think I need to widen my vocabulary first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;To everyone, I hope I can make new friends here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);" &gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&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/7598956703563919198-6331706967448214820?l=flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/feeds/6331706967448214820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/08/fledgeling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/6331706967448214820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598956703563919198/posts/default/6331706967448214820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyhighmcgyver.blogspot.com/2009/08/fledgeling.html' title='A Fledgeling'/><author><name>McGyver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601534559147392928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/Sx-l005otII/AAAAAAAAAEA/LPy93gME1wQ/S220/13545_1219645944224_1621182487_566688_3533443_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQdgUFtEyfM/SoupjyYYsVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mJjjcENX87E/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
