<?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-1665309468096774152</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:20:53.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this one's the clone</title><subtitle type='html'>yes i guess you've figured it out by now. turns out i have to put stuff in it so i dont actually forget the password. got it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665309468096774152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309468096774152-4121298166128711218?l=imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com/feeds/4121298166128711218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665309468096774152&amp;postID=4121298166128711218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665309468096774152/posts/default/4121298166128711218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665309468096774152/posts/default/4121298166128711218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-think.html' title='to think.'/><author><name>margs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768162361825733065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R9IwshExLEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jm0IkAj0ZLo/S220/taxi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309468096774152.post-3791212712075122398</id><published>2008-04-12T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:22:30.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to DO. time to be a girl.</title><content type='html'>its 2:28 am and every inch of my body is telling me to SLEEP. i cant though, something much more important has to be done. something every inch of my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heart &lt;/span&gt;is telling me to DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not just for anything, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastinate for edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*biting lip* oh man, it sounds great when you put it that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for those who dont know this marvellous creature, click &lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;. ..nah, dont do it. look him up in wikipedia. i am too lazy to provide a link. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but man oh man oh man! in contrast to the earlier statement, i havent felt so alive in weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumdurudumdumdumdumduum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing right before me is the stephenie meyer website, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(again, wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and more importantly.. the "click here" button for the first chapter of Midnight Sun in all its magnificent splendor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes, magnificent splendor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for months now, i had forgotten what it felt like to read the consciousness-ridding words of edward cullen. i had forgotten about my need for the whole twilight world. but thaaanks to 2 special friends, i have learned that there is a certain chapter of a certain book in a certain website that..... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can bring it all back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they've already read it, and according to them, it is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo now the dilemma, should i read it, and experience the sheer agony i went through in anticipation of every single book of the twilight series?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this book will be finished in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEARS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or will i just wait approximately four years and give up a whole chapter of EDWARD. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*installing adobe reader*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope im this proactive in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;installed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;and here goes nothin'. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:D&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/1665309468096774152-3791212712075122398?l=imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com/feeds/3791212712075122398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665309468096774152&amp;postID=3791212712075122398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665309468096774152/posts/default/3791212712075122398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665309468096774152/posts/default/3791212712075122398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-do.html' title='to DO. time to be a girl.'/><author><name>margs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768162361825733065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R9IwshExLEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jm0IkAj0ZLo/S220/taxi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309468096774152.post-4137910404956804022</id><published>2008-03-23T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:59:17.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got up this afternoon, and decided to go to the garden.&lt;br /&gt;i put on the green pants i never wore but secretly adored. i tied my red and grey scarf around my waist, and put on a pink and blue shirt. i took my strangest pair of slippers and gave them a chance. and to top it all off i put on my rastaman hat. i looked like a clown, but it was perfect. who would judge me in my garden, the grass?&lt;br /&gt;as i looked out the window and saw the perfect weather,&lt;br /&gt;i decided today was the day to see.&lt;br /&gt;so i got my camera and headed downstairs. what better way to see than through taking pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZwyZQCdZI/AAAAAAAAACM/SRS5FVYKIhg/s1600-h/KC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180952432410260882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="192" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZwyZQCdZI/AAAAAAAAACM/SRS5FVYKIhg/s320/KC.JPG" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of course the first to greet me was my darling KC. she had always been my best friend, but i hadn't visited her for years.&lt;br /&gt;yes, years. i promised her i would never forget her, and i can only imagine the hurt she could have felt as she slowly accepted that i probably did. i used to come home straight to her, she would jump and rest her paws on my shoulders (i was that short back then) and kiss me. i remember all those times i'd run out of the house crying, and she'd be right there beside me, offering her warmth and companionship. i missed her, and i was almost ashamed as i saw her walking to me.&lt;br /&gt;but as always, she was right beside me in an instant, with that big smile on her face. i'd changed a lot since she last saw me, but she could see through that. i could be judged by every other person in this world, hated for the things i've done and for what i might become- but it was more than comforting to know that there would always be someone who would forever love me no matter what i claim to be.&lt;br /&gt;nala was there too, and i was glad to see she still seemed happy even though i was paying more attention to KC.&lt;br /&gt;*for the record, im aware animals might not reeaally smile because theyre happy, but i'd like to believe they do.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put my earphones on.&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how a little music can influence your whole mood.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like dancing, like flying, like floating. watching the scene before me like it was straight from a film. like i was a character. the crazy girl dancing in the garden. but no one could see me. and those who could would certainly appreciate the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my camera and walked around, covering every inch of it, discovering new things and feeling how i felt ten years ago. i noticed how the sunlight looked through the leaves of a tree. i saw flowers i hadnt seen for years. i talked to myself, as i am doing now. i took everything in.&lt;br /&gt;for years i had played in this garden, but only now did i actually see it. watch it. feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took pictures of anything i wanted. pictures only i would hold dear. memories only i would weep to. thats the beauty of this seeing, no one can really know what i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few pictures i took on this little afternoon of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they arnt exactly great, but one day when im tired of seeing pavement and gigantic buildings, i can always go back to this little garden in my little blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, welcome to the garden!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180953961418618514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="285" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZyLZQCdpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iQzWMG_2vwA/s320/just+look+at+it..JPG" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z_KpQCd3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/GcMPjXfNdNM/s1600-h/i+love+my+hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180968242184877938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" height="272" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z_KpQCd3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/GcMPjXfNdNM/s320/i+love+my+hat.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZxS5QCdiI/AAAAAAAAADU/6fseChsaCdY/s1600-h/that,+is+it..JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is my hat, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z1oJQCdtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xJgv-YSmb84/s1600-h/the+tree+thats+older+than+me.+20+years..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180957753874740946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="208" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z1oJQCdtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xJgv-YSmb84/s320/the+tree+thats+older+than+me.+20+years..JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets start with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this tree is older than me. 20 years, imagine. my tito planted it when his son was born, and its still as majestic as how i remember it ten years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Zxn5QCdkI/AAAAAAAAADk/GgduB_lvegE/s1600-h/used+to+hula+with+these.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180953351533262402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Zxn5QCdkI/AAAAAAAAADk/GgduB_lvegE/s320/used+to+hula+with+these.JPG" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, i used to hula with these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my nana would pick them for me and my sister and we'd dance and goof around. yeah the sap sticking to our hair got pretty annoying, but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z6WZQCd0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/5zL-0vNHvl4/s1600-h/a+million+photos+were+taken+on+these+steps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180962946490201922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z6WZQCd0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/5zL-0vNHvl4/s320/a+million+photos+were+taken+on+these+steps.JPG" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a million photographs were taken on these steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;of my sisters when they were toddlers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;of my mom when she was a teenager...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z6WJQCdzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/S7fi6CFS-wU/s1600-h/bask+in+the+sun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180962942195234610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" height="301" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z6WJQCdzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/S7fi6CFS-wU/s320/bask+in+the+sun.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZwzJQCdbI/AAAAAAAAACc/oLoQrDxyY84/s1600-h/how+old+are+these+plants.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180952445295162802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="210" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZwzJQCdbI/AAAAAAAAACc/oLoQrDxyY84/s320/how+old+are+these+plants.JPG" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... of me, about to leave them behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZxSZQCdgI/AAAAAAAAADE/l5wZr6H_1y8/s1600-h/still+afraid+of+it+till+now.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180952982166074882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="276" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZxSZQCdgI/AAAAAAAAADE/l5wZr6H_1y8/s320/still+afraid+of+it+till+now.JPG" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found this particularly nostalgic tree bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i used to think this looked like grandmother willow in pochahontas, and for that i was terrified of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its blurred because i ran away, OKAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180957758169708258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z1oZQCduI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gwEVbX8t2UU/s320/i+discovered+other+things..JPG" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Zw0JQCddI/AAAAAAAAACs/8xST7iuNxF4/s1600-h/i+didnt+even+know+we+had+a+goat..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180952462475032018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="203" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Zw0JQCddI/AAAAAAAAACs/8xST7iuNxF4/s320/i+didnt+even+know+we+had+a+goat..JPG" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found other things, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really didnt know we even had a goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZyL5QCdrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FZjnODt4tr0/s1600-h/its+sad,+yes..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180953970008553138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZyL5QCdrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FZjnODt4tr0/s320/its+sad,+yes..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;still, there were more tragic things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that didnt keep me from appreciating everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180952986461042194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZxSpQCdhI/AAAAAAAAADM/nsZwgGLHo0A/s320/sunlight+for+the+buds.JPG" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z_KZQCd2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qi9qxrB1dZY/s1600-h/hello+there.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180968237889910626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="218" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z_KZQCd2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qi9qxrB1dZY/s320/hello+there.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Zw0JQCddI/AAAAAAAAACs/8xST7iuNxF4/s1600-h/i+didnt+even+know+we+had+a+goat..JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Zw0JQCddI/AAAAAAAAACs/8xST7iuNxF4/s1600-h/i+didnt+even+know+we+had+a+goat..JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z_KJQCd1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2vxOFXGpY28/s1600-h/grow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180968233594943314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z_KJQCd1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2vxOFXGpY28/s320/grow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all that magic was hard to ignore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180968246479845250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z_K5QCd4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/cDsdWqjruss/s320/what+we+cant+see.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZxoZQCdnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AnVfX3x5bXE/s1600-h/where+are+they+hiding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180953360123197042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZxoZQCdnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AnVfX3x5bXE/s320/where+are+they+hiding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z6VpQCdyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XpMEHmyDXpc/s1600-h/can+you+see+them.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180962933605300002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="225" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z6VpQCdyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XpMEHmyDXpc/s320/can+you+see+them.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you see them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZyLpQCdqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FgP1M8BZlbc/s1600-h/judge+me+for+doing+this..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180953965713585826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="206" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZyLpQCdqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FgP1M8BZlbc/s320/judge+me+for+doing+this..JPG" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;judge me for doing this, and for photographing it, but it fits right in with my afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how can you appreciate a flower without kissing it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z1o5QCdxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3kKkGQI6o1w/s1600-h/breathe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180957766759642898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-Z1o5QCdxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3kKkGQI6o1w/s320/breathe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, i breathed everything in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and kept it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-aGlpQCd5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/g8u8fZksgG8/s1600-h/i+love+it.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180976402622740370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-aGlpQCd5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/g8u8fZksgG8/s320/i+love+it.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309468096774152-4137910404956804022?l=imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com/feeds/4137910404956804022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665309468096774152&amp;postID=4137910404956804022' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665309468096774152/posts/default/4137910404956804022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665309468096774152/posts/default/4137910404956804022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-see.html' title='to see.'/><author><name>margs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768162361825733065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R9IwshExLEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jm0IkAj0ZLo/S220/taxi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R-ZwyZQCdZI/AAAAAAAAACM/SRS5FVYKIhg/s72-c/KC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309468096774152.post-5019010283941773122</id><published>2008-03-21T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:52:40.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to believe.</title><content type='html'>i believe in fairies.&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;not because have learned to believe,&lt;br /&gt;nor because i have seen enough to no longer doubt.&lt;br /&gt;i believe&lt;br /&gt;just because i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to believe in magic again.&lt;br /&gt;magic you cant see,&lt;br /&gt;but you know is there.&lt;br /&gt;dancing around flowers in your garden&lt;br /&gt;disappearing as quickly as you turn your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being eight&lt;br /&gt;wide eyed reading volume F in the library.&lt;br /&gt;seeing pictures&lt;br /&gt;and fervently wishing i could see it with my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;the magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its not just fairies&lt;br /&gt;i believed in&lt;br /&gt;many things.&lt;br /&gt;i believed in everything.&lt;br /&gt;the good days,&lt;br /&gt;where rationale didnt get in the way&lt;br /&gt;my empty mind,&lt;br /&gt;for anything to fill.&lt;br /&gt;angels, fairies, mermaids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those words.&lt;br /&gt;i miss looking at the stars and wondering&lt;br /&gt;if one day i would get to visit the magical world of lisa frank&lt;br /&gt;i miss looking into the ocean&lt;br /&gt;and wondering how the waves seem to never stop.&lt;br /&gt;magic, of course.&lt;br /&gt;i miss believing there was actually a dreamworld&lt;br /&gt;and every night every child boards a train&lt;br /&gt;and rides on to this secret place&lt;br /&gt;you instantly forget as you wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to believe again.&lt;br /&gt;i want to look outside the window&lt;br /&gt;and see pixie dust in the light again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to believe there's a paradise to go to.&lt;br /&gt;i already do.&lt;br /&gt;but i want to believe a paradise exists as we do.&lt;br /&gt;as we spin this record again and again&lt;br /&gt;a neverland exists.&lt;br /&gt;we cannot see it,&lt;br /&gt;but i've visited it once or twice before.&lt;br /&gt;i know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've only forgotten&lt;br /&gt;all we need is to remember.&lt;br /&gt;remember how we were.&lt;br /&gt;back when we didnt know how to decide&lt;br /&gt;whether we'd look stupid or not&lt;br /&gt;back when we'd just go.&lt;br /&gt;back when we didnt know left from right&lt;br /&gt;just forward.&lt;br /&gt;and so everything existed,&lt;br /&gt;welcoming us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss that.&lt;br /&gt;this is a simple post, but it means a lot to me. its my promise to my inner child that i wont ever forget what she taught me so many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;you know, to believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309468096774152-5019010283941773122?l=imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com/feeds/5019010283941773122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665309468096774152&amp;postID=5019010283941773122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665309468096774152/posts/default/5019010283941773122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665309468096774152/posts/default/5019010283941773122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-believe.html' title='to believe.'/><author><name>margs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768162361825733065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R9IwshExLEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jm0IkAj0ZLo/S220/taxi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309468096774152.post-360075586281483116</id><published>2008-03-20T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:40:13.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See the Earth in a New Light</title><content type='html'>In support of the world-wide campaign against Global Warming, we are encouraging everyone to participate in the 60-minute "lights-out" event on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;March 29, 2008 from 8 to 9PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  While participation in this activity is entirely voluntary, we encourage everyone to do their share in this and other similar endeavors to save our planet.  Please read the brief article below to further understand the rationalé behind this movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 29, 2008 the Philippines will join countries around the world as we literally "turn the lights out" for Earth Hour - an event that will fuel awareness on climate change and prove that when the people of the world work together, they can make a difference in the fight against global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth  Hour  will  take place throughout the Philippines from 8 to 9 in the evening on Saturday night, 29 March 2008. WWF invites you to participate by shutting  off lights for 60 minutes, organizing your own "lights-out" event or by forwarding this mail to your friends, workmates and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Launched  in   Australia  on  the  31st  of March 2007, Earth Hour moved 2.2 million  people  and 2100 businesses in Sydney to turn off their lights for one  hour.  This  massive  collective  effort  reduced  the  city's  energy consumption  by  10.2%  for  one  hour.  With Sydney icons like the Harbour Bridge  and  Opera House turning their lights off and unique events such as weddings  by candlelight, the world took notice. Inspired by the collective effort  of  millions  of Sydneysiders, many major global cities are joining Earth Hour in 2008, turning a symbolic event into a global movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR  participation will go a long way in spreading the message that we, as individual  droplets  working collectively – can create an impetus far more powerful  than the mightiest of rivers. For more information, log on to the WWF Earth Hour page at: &lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/" target="_blank"&gt;www.earthhour.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309468096774152-360075586281483116?l=imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com/feeds/360075586281483116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665309468096774152&amp;postID=360075586281483116' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665309468096774152/posts/default/360075586281483116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665309468096774152/posts/default/360075586281483116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com/2008/03/see-earth-in-new-light.html' title='See the Earth in a New Light'/><author><name>margs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768162361825733065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R9IwshExLEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jm0IkAj0ZLo/S220/taxi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665309468096774152.post-7084302627732481654</id><published>2008-03-07T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:25:59.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post just has to be about the end</title><content type='html'>now is the time to make a blog.&lt;br /&gt;here in my room, just hours after the retreat. i cant believe its over. it was pretty bitin. but even if our retreat wasn't as amazing as i thought it would be, i still think it served its purpose. it gave us the opportunity to face reality, and to be nice to each other for one of the last times, without the uncomfortableness (is that a word?) we'd usually feel in school.&lt;br /&gt;i wondered why i wasnt so worried about grad. i didnt feel like i didnt want to leave. heck, i was so ready to jump on that plane and leave our prison of a school. but i what i didnt think of was that once i get on that plane, once we step foot into that new college, theres no going back. there will be nothing to go back to. sometimes when i'd be having a bad day, i'd just sit in and listen to a fun conversation and before i knew it, their fun and weirdness would make me forget what i'd been grumblig about before. but soon, that'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt feel it before, but i sure feel it now.&lt;br /&gt;the clock is ticking, and pretty soon i wont ever see so many of the faces i've grown so used to over the years.&lt;br /&gt;what is it like to not hear people playing the guitar and singing bohemian rhapsody early in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;what does it feel like to be in a place where no one dances at lunch to gimme gimme more?&lt;br /&gt;or to go to a classroom where you cant just enter and scream, "hoi sinong may assignment sa physics??"&lt;br /&gt;no talks in the gazebo.&lt;br /&gt;no staring blankly at a pingpong game in the gym. (not that that's missed much right now)&lt;br /&gt;no one stealing your sizzling in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;no amaw videos, and no guys showing off their legs during PE.&lt;br /&gt;no "baaaaa"s and "i dunnoe"s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine. its hard to think march 25 will be the last time i might ever see some of our batchmates. it sucks, but its true.&lt;br /&gt;but today along with this sadness, i also feel somehow ready to say goodbye. so many things were done that should've been done a long time ago. i cherished the few moments i got to spend with the batchmates i know i'm going to miss. i went into ultrafriendly mode,and so did everyone else. you could see everybody smiling that sad smile that was almost weird. i got to exchange words to people i silently admired, too. it was like the "peace" i was looking for inside me. now, after all thats said and done, i feel like i can finally say goodbye to *some people* without any regrets. of course there are others who deserve more than a hug and a smile. i'll attend to that, surely. (like dans, nil- grad talaga!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im just one out of 91, but i feel like the whole freaking batch is inside me. seriously, i do. its weird nga, cos i know i hardly even talk to some people, but even if i dont, i still feel like i've got a little bit of them in me.(i can relate to kiboy's sharing) we have so many extremely weird/funny/unique personalities in this batch which im proud to say are very, you know, unique, so its extreme good fortune (or divine intervention) on my part that i got to experience their company. thank you so much, cos all of my happy moments in pisay were with the batch. (duh, i guess)&lt;br /&gt;(parenthesis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess have no right to feel this way, but heck its the closest way to explain it: when i look at this batch i get that smile a mother gets while she's looking at her children playing. wa, i know im no mother. but when i look at our batch, i cant believe how much we've grown, how perfectly PERFECTLY we get along, how each person contributes so much to the general vibe of this awesome group. we cant deny that we rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so grateful i was able to be a part of this memory.&lt;br /&gt;LONG LIVE THE BATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, we all have to be alive at the reunion, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665309468096774152-7084302627732481654?l=imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com/feeds/7084302627732481654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665309468096774152&amp;postID=7084302627732481654' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665309468096774152/posts/default/7084302627732481654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665309468096774152/posts/default/7084302627732481654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanidiotiforgotmypassword.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-is-time-to-make-blog.html' title='my first post just has to be about the end'/><author><name>margs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09768162361825733065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZo2LcQxZ1c/R9IwshExLEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jm0IkAj0ZLo/S220/taxi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
