<?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-18312412</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:10:07.065+08:00</updated><category term='manok(fried)'/><category term='itlog(balot)'/><title type='text'>.:witness my weirdness:.</title><subtitle type='html'>sometimes i wish i could fast-forward time...








just to see if in the end it's all worth it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjaymie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18312412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjaymie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ü.jaymie.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11823240464231211295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://files.msndollies.com/30281.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18312412.post-5644451049733482497</id><published>2009-03-20T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:02:31.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISERABLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yes. i am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and it's because of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;super bad trip!! as in SUPER MEGA UBER BAD TRIP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18312412-5644451049733482497?l=iamjaymie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjaymie.blogspot.com/feeds/5644451049733482497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18312412&amp;postID=5644451049733482497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18312412/posts/default/5644451049733482497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18312412/posts/default/5644451049733482497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjaymie.blogspot.com/2009/03/miserable.html' title='MISERABLE'/><author><name>Ü.jaymie.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11823240464231211295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://files.msndollies.com/30281.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18312412.post-1004504286924479081</id><published>2007-02-11T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:18:29.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itlog(balot)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manok(fried)'/><title type='text'>tik-tilaok</title><content type='html'>kaninang umaga, pinapanuod kong kumain ung isang manok. naisip ko tuloy, maswerte pa pala ko kung tutuusin. at least ako may kamay na magagamit sa pagkain. e ung manok, wala. kawawa naman.. parang ako nga ung nahihirapan sa pagkain nya e. nakakangalay siguro kasi kelangan nya pang yumuko dun sa lalagyanan ng pagkain nya, at paulit ulit nya ung ginagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero kung iisipin mo rin, ano bang malay ng manok sa ginagawa nya. basta siya, kumakain xa para mabuhay. mejo sideline nya na lang ata ung pagtilaok nya, nagpapapansin ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero naisip ko rin... naiinlab kaya sila? naramdaman na kaya nilang mabigo dahil sa isang minamahal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naalala ko, nung minsan may handaan dito sa amin, nagkatay ung mga pinsan ko ng manok. at pinapanood ko sila habang ginagawa nila un. napansin ko ung manok, alam ko na wala naman kaming malalim na pinagsamahan ni pareng manok, pero nararamdaman ko ung sakit at pighati na nararanasan nya sa mga oras na un. isipin nyo, hiwain ba naman nang paunti unti ung leeg mo, nde ba masakit un? pumatak nga ung luha nung manok e, at alam kong masakit talaga un. kahit naman kasi manok lang xa, nasasaktan rin naman xa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kunsabagay,  nde naman nila tau masisisi, masarap sila e. kelangan nilang tanggapin, na magmula paglabas nila sa mundong ito, e nanganganib na ang buhay nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay.. kawawang manok. pero kahit ganun, mukha naman siyang masaya sa kabila ng mga panganib sa buhay nya. sana maranasan kong maging isang manok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18312412-1004504286924479081?l=iamjaymie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjaymie.blogspot.com/feeds/1004504286924479081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18312412&amp;postID=1004504286924479081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18312412/posts/default/1004504286924479081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18312412/posts/default/1004504286924479081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjaymie.blogspot.com/2007/02/tik-tilaok.html' title='tik-tilaok'/><author><name>Ü.jaymie.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11823240464231211295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://files.msndollies.com/30281.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18312412.post-113335423114720858</id><published>2005-11-30T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:41:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being single means freedom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is for all the single out there. actually, i just copied this from my sister's blog...&lt;br /&gt;just want to share it.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your life, you had specific dreams about&lt;br /&gt;what your family life would be like when you&lt;br /&gt;finally married.&lt;br /&gt;You were so intent on what you wanted; you&lt;br /&gt;even made a list of qualities and&lt;br /&gt;characteristics you were looking for in a&lt;br /&gt;spouse, in a home, in your job, in your&lt;br /&gt;children.&lt;br /&gt;But time passed, and that person you were&lt;br /&gt;so intent on didn't come along. All of your&lt;br /&gt;friends married, had children, had beautiful&lt;br /&gt;homes. And still you were single.&lt;br /&gt;You prayed and prayed and prayed for that&lt;br /&gt;person to come along, but nothing&lt;br /&gt;happened. You had a good job.&lt;br /&gt;You served in your church. You spent daily&lt;br /&gt;time with the Lord in prayer and studying the&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;br /&gt;You dedicated your life to serving God in&lt;br /&gt;every way possible, but still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So you decided to take matters into your own&lt;br /&gt;hands, and you began an active search for a&lt;br /&gt;mate.&lt;br /&gt;And within a short period, you met someone&lt;br /&gt;who almost fit the bill.&lt;br /&gt;Almost.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there were a few things missing, a few&lt;br /&gt;rusty spots in that person's character.&lt;br /&gt;But, after all, no one is perfect. Maybe your&lt;br /&gt;goals were too high.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'd been asking for the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this was the person God wanted for&lt;br /&gt;you so your character could grow through&lt;br /&gt;dealing with his or her failings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the single folks out there, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;Single means you have the time to grow and&lt;br /&gt;be the person you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Single gives you space to grow. Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;it is harder to grow when you are too close to&lt;br /&gt;someone. Trees are planted far apart so&lt;br /&gt;they can spread their branches and become&lt;br /&gt;strong as they mature.&lt;br /&gt;Single means learning to live by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;However, that is no more difficult than&lt;br /&gt;learning to live with somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;Single means freedom. You are free to&lt;br /&gt;spend a week's vacation on the beach, to&lt;br /&gt;take computer courses, to work late on an&lt;br /&gt;interesting project, to spend the day in bed&lt;br /&gt;with a good book or simply with a person&lt;br /&gt;who has read one.&lt;br /&gt;Single means learning not to need a&lt;br /&gt;man/woman to make your life meaningful&lt;br /&gt;but learning to live with a man/woman&lt;br /&gt;because you want to be with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Single means that sometimes you will&lt;br /&gt;wonder why you will bite your lip and feel&lt;br /&gt;wistful and wonder if marriage is better.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, yet quite happily, single is feeling&lt;br /&gt;good about being in control of your life.&lt;br /&gt;It is liking and respecting who you are and&lt;br /&gt;why you are.&lt;br /&gt;Single is realizing that being married is not&lt;br /&gt;necessarily better, it is merely different.&lt;br /&gt;Single means that there could be something&lt;br /&gt;wonderful around the corner and you can&lt;br /&gt;take advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;Being single means you are free to love&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;Are you?&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute diba?! at least ngayon, i dont have to rush things anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18312412-113335423114720858?l=iamjaymie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamjaymie.blogspot.com/feeds/113335423114720858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18312412&amp;postID=113335423114720858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18312412/posts/default/113335423114720858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18312412/posts/default/113335423114720858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamjaymie.blogspot.com/2005/11/being-single-means-freedom.html' title='being single means freedom!'/><author><name>Ü.jaymie.Ü</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11823240464231211295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://files.msndollies.com/30281.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
