<?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-2070832945924520797</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:48:58.954+08:00</updated><category term='Muzak [tm]'/><category term='arias'/><category term='speaking alone'/><category term='gabbles and tirades'/><title type='text'>Sand In-Between My Toes</title><subtitle type='html'>...simple thoughts, simple joys, simple "somethings" that make us happy... ^_^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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this out... it's from my bes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Du!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://charmiefutwet.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-feet.html"&gt;footWet: happy feet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-5330366420160478217?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5330366420160478217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=5330366420160478217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/5330366420160478217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/5330366420160478217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/09/footwet-happy-feet.html' title='Happy Feet'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-4648149107705714804</id><published>2007-09-06T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:55:01.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding it in...</title><content type='html'>am I crying for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I crying for my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crying for both of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unwilling to let go of the things that has been happening in between our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I always say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no other way to solve a problem but to brave through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-4648149107705714804?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4648149107705714804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=4648149107705714804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/4648149107705714804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/4648149107705714804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/09/holding-it-in.html' title='Holding it in...'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-2239584448296491108</id><published>2007-08-31T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:23:32.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabbles and tirades'/><title type='text'>Every Second Counts</title><content type='html'>The past few days, I was feeing quite down. Bes forgot her cellphone at home... and my next resort was to talk to someone who doesn't know me... someone who would be my friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like I***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what he has to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I'll tell you another secret. Everytime I'm down, I just look at my&lt;br /&gt;watch. Then I'll realize that everything will come to pass. That&lt;br /&gt;every second counts. That time should [be] spent with the happy&lt;br /&gt;moments..." (08.29.2007) &lt;/blockquote&gt;Since that day, I look forward to spend my time looking for my happy moment... or better yet, MAKING my happy moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY MOMENT (HM) #1:&lt;/em&gt; After a very long afternoon spent with my Mom not talking to me (I revealed something that I did that she clearly did not approve on), we cooked dinner together. Spending time in the kitchen with Mama did a lot of wonders. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HM #2&lt;/em&gt;: The Nose sent an SMS early in the morning, telling me why he wasn't able to text back the night before. He learns fast! Ü And seeing this message upon waking up made me smile. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HM #3&lt;/em&gt;: I was doing my I.V. Therapy Training completion; My friend and I were going in and out of the hospital wards to look for patients to do our procedures on ( I.V. insertion, IVTT meds administration and bloot transfusions). We were exhausted as we ate lunch. Happy Moment #3 happened when The Nose sent an SMS asking me how my first day of work was! (How sweet! Ü)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HM #4&lt;/em&gt;: In the afternoon, when my adrenalin and endorphin levels were low, Bes sent me a PM through YM, telling me how she misses me. (We share the same sentiments! Ü)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HM #5&lt;/em&gt;: I had my first I.V. insertion!!! And although it wasn't as good as I expected it to be, I had a clear line going. And the patient didn't complain! (How could she? She was on ETT! Ü)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HM #6&lt;/em&gt;: Mom and I went to SM Davao. I accompanied her as she collected payments for her customers accounts. We bought stuff for Papa, Lola, Mama and myself. I'm happy that Mama's happy. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HM #7&lt;/em&gt;: Mom and I ate waffles on our way home. (Simple yet memorable! Ü) We were laughing about the fact that the waffle store didn't have any change for our money, and we had to rummage our wallets, purses, bags and pockets for coins... just to buy 2 waffles (one waffle for each of us). What a sight! Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HM #8&lt;/em&gt;: My BSN friends and I went out... had dinner and some few drinks. I realized how much I missed Anna, Janjan, Jhing and Kuya Velly. Getting together with them felt "homey". Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list can go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so down that I forgot to remember that there could be numerous Happy Moments a person can accumulate in a span of 24 hours! (And the ones listed here are he most significant HAPPY MOMENTS that I could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us really has the capacity to find happiness in every big and small thing that we do. We just need to open our eyes and be aware that these happy moments are embedded in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy!!! Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-2239584448296491108?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2239584448296491108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=2239584448296491108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/2239584448296491108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/2239584448296491108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/every-second-counts.html' title='Every Second Counts'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-5974184457156066757</id><published>2007-08-25T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:17:53.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speaking alone'/><title type='text'>Let the Nose Know Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og37frZYHd4/Rs_XD-BtquI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4Hq32Unr35E/s1600-h/06-30-07_1244_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this ache in my heart right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where it is coming from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that it is quite unusual for me to feel this way. Maybe because you started saying some things that made the non-sensical messages that we exchange into something more...&lt;br /&gt;... confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am denying the fact that there could be something going on in this situation because both of us seem to be mending something that has been broken. And a lot of the people around us, whom we love and who loves us, keep on encouraging us to take things slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go slow...&lt;br /&gt;... and get to know each other...&lt;br /&gt;... better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to what you have been doing, though. You gave me another reason to smile. Even those simplest things that might have gone unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;░&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-5974184457156066757?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5974184457156066757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=5974184457156066757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/5974184457156066757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/5974184457156066757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/nose-knows.html' title='Let the Nose Know Ü'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-3422585079987342104</id><published>2007-08-22T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:20:08.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speaking alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabbles and tirades'/><title type='text'>D. K. I.</title><content type='html'>Bakit ang dali sabihin ng "I LOVE YOU" sa isang kaibigan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Paano if you often tell your friends those words... and then suddenly hindi mo na masabi sa isang particular friend... kasi, yung "I LOVE YOU" na sasabihin mo has a whole new meaning to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Naku naman kasi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   D.K.I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-3422585079987342104?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3422585079987342104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=3422585079987342104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/3422585079987342104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/3422585079987342104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/d-k-i.html' title='D. K. I.'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-4030326765394941394</id><published>2007-08-07T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T08:43:10.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzak [tm]'/><title type='text'>Because words evade me now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Paikot-ikot lang, nalilito, oh ba’t ganito&lt;br /&gt;Paggising sa umaga, ikaw ang nasa isip&lt;br /&gt;Tulog sa gabi, laman ng panaginip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mahal ba kita&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;o ano&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;ewan ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Simula nang makilala &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;di maipinta ngiti sa mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdamag ang kwentuhan, kulitan, tawanan&lt;br /&gt;Di ko maintindihan, bakit ngayon lang&lt;br /&gt;Kung kelan ang puso ko ay maselan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Takot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lang akong masaktan&lt;br /&gt;Iniingatan lang aking puso&lt;br /&gt;Kung maiibibigay ko lang ang sinasabi mo&lt;br /&gt;Di na sana tayo nagkakaganito&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya ka na kung hanggang dito muna tayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Paikot-ikot lang, nalilito, oh ba’t ganito&lt;br /&gt;Urong-sulong yan ang paborito&lt;br /&gt;Lilitaw, lulubog, ‘tanong mo kahit sino&lt;br /&gt;Pakisabi na lang&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba talaga’ng gusto mong gawin ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakiusap lang&lt;br /&gt;Wag mo na akong tignan nang ganyan&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatunaw ang iyong tingin&lt;br /&gt;Hinay-hinay ka lang, mahina ang kalaban&lt;br /&gt;Baka di na maiwasang mahulog nang tuluyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Takot lang akong masaktan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Iniingatan lang aking puso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung maiibibigay ko lang ang sinasabi mo&lt;br /&gt;Di na sana tayo nagkakagulo-gulo&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya ka na kung hanggang dito muna tayo&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang dito na lang, hanggang dito na lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tulak ng Bibig by Julianne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-4030326765394941394?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4030326765394941394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=4030326765394941394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/4030326765394941394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/4030326765394941394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/because-words-evade-me-now.html' title='Because words evade me now...'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-5025429550684124663</id><published>2007-08-07T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T08:36:05.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzak [tm]'/><title type='text'>Anima Christi (Soul of Christ)</title><content type='html'>Anima Christi, sanctifica me.&lt;br /&gt;Corpus Christi, salve me.&lt;br /&gt;Sanguis Christi, inebria me.&lt;br /&gt;Aqua lateris Christi, lava me.&lt;br /&gt;Passio Christi, conforta me.&lt;br /&gt;O bone Iesu, exaudi me.&lt;br /&gt;Intra tua vulnera absconde me.&lt;br /&gt;Ne permittas me separari a te.&lt;br /&gt;Ab hoste maligno defende me.&lt;br /&gt;In hora mortis meae voca me.&lt;br /&gt;Et iube me venire ad te,&lt;br /&gt;ut cum Sanctis tuis laudem te&lt;br /&gt;in saecula saeculorum. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-5025429550684124663?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5025429550684124663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=5025429550684124663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/5025429550684124663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/5025429550684124663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/anima-christi-soul-of-christ.html' title='Anima Christi (Soul of Christ)'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-6646331450842026283</id><published>2007-08-05T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:55:39.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speaking alone'/><title type='text'>I'm ready...</title><content type='html'>Before the end of July, I was very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;apprehensive&lt;/span&gt; for August to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the countless reasons is the fact that August is the month that we used to celebrate our Anniversary. It would've been our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing that I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;a very good friend&lt;/span&gt; who helped me through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I'm really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He insists that I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;half-baked&lt;/span&gt;, since this event is one of the things that may bring back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; bring back either good or bad memories. I'm even surprised why I don't remember those memories (knowing that I am the type of person who is sappy and cheesy and romantic and all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;selective amnesia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just apprehensive for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;approaching&lt;/span&gt; date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;deadline&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;exam&lt;/span&gt; that you haven't studied on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;impromptu interview&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;but you have that foresight that it is coming, yet you are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;unprepared&lt;/span&gt; for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; of August came... I made it... And it made me laugh, looking back on how apprehensive I was for August to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I told my friend that if love comes (he calls it "destiny")... it's not something to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;rush&lt;/span&gt; for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it should be like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;gourmet food&lt;/span&gt;. Since it is served in small portions, it must be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;savoured slowly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now safely and happily say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I am ready."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-6646331450842026283?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6646331450842026283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=6646331450842026283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/6646331450842026283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/6646331450842026283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-ready.html' title='I&apos;m ready...'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-2400912724516511617</id><published>2007-07-31T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T12:40:58.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabbles and tirades'/><title type='text'>24-hour watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ewan&lt;/span&gt; ko ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko alam what's going &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;through my head&lt;/span&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was driving a few minutes ago, pabalik dito sa bahay.. and everytime i stop at a red light, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;my mind drifts&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have thoughts of ramming the car towards the nearest traffic light post...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned the radio on to its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;maximum volume&lt;/span&gt;, looked for a hard rock music, just to drown these thoughts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eventually, when the light turns &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, i obligingly let the car trudge on slowly along with the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bat ganon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko na alam ang mga feelings na nasa loob ng &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;utak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ayoko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ng ganito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero, bat naiisip ko pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko munang mag drive ng kotse for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;next 48 hours&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:'(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-2400912724516511617?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2400912724516511617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=2400912724516511617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/2400912724516511617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/2400912724516511617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/24-hour-watch.html' title='24-hour watch'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-1676144684494147058</id><published>2007-07-28T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:08:53.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabbles and tirades'/><title type='text'>On sewing what is torn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I really wonder how people can be so poetic when they have undergone some form of heartache... but when everything is fine, they can't seem to think of lines such as these:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tahiin ang pusong punit... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ng sinulid ng bagong pag-ibig...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(R**** O***** J******)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what, R****?  Your statement somewhat rings a bell in my head. Hehehe... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, dude, take things slow.  I might not know the whole story of your heartache, but there really is no need to rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me. Ü &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-1676144684494147058?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1676144684494147058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=1676144684494147058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/1676144684494147058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/1676144684494147058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-acquaintance.html' title='On sewing what is torn...'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-825236654454117029</id><published>2007-07-04T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:19:45.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzak [tm]'/><title type='text'>Catch Me, Im Fallin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'd like to say "Thank You" to Irene... Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't know why but when i look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i feel something that seems so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got yours i've got mine&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm loosing my mind&lt;br /&gt;'cause i shouldn't feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch me i'm fallin for you&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can something so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;feel so right all along&lt;br /&gt;catch me i'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;how can time be so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;for love to come along&lt;br /&gt;catch me i'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;how can love let it go&lt;br /&gt;when it has no place to go&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i can't go along pretending&lt;br /&gt;that love isn't here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;catch me i'm falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could just walk away&lt;br /&gt;without you floating today&lt;br /&gt;i would die just thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i know we can't therefore be more than friends you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why do i feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch me i'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;and it's wrong for me to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;'cause i don't know what to do without you&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling for you...&lt;br /&gt;Catch me i'm falling you&lt;br /&gt;how can something so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;feel so right all along&lt;br /&gt;catch me i'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this song is for *******. ☼&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I don't intend to feel so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cheesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right now... but I&lt;br /&gt;guess that's just the way it is. Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-825236654454117029?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/825236654454117029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=825236654454117029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/825236654454117029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/825236654454117029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/catch-me-im-fallin.html' title='Catch Me, Im Fallin&apos;'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-5502480022731516779</id><published>2007-06-14T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T04:59:56.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arias'/><title type='text'>Carpe Diem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LIFE is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do the things that make you HAPPY,&lt;br /&gt;but be RESPONSIBLE for the consequences of your actions;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you WANT to say,&lt;br /&gt;just be READY for other people's reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;it's NOT how much money we make that matters;&lt;br /&gt;what matters is how much we LOVED&lt;br /&gt;and how much we CARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not live your life with REGRETS&lt;br /&gt;because of the things you didn't do,&lt;br /&gt;the opportunities you passed,&lt;br /&gt;and the words left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;It's better to have TRIED and FAILED,&lt;br /&gt;or even get DISAPPOINTED;&lt;br /&gt;than never knowing what could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always EASY&lt;br /&gt;but it's better than wasting your TIME&lt;br /&gt;thinking what might have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might get HURT,&lt;br /&gt;You might HURT someone.&lt;br /&gt;But the SCARS will remind you&lt;br /&gt;that you are WISER and STRONGER,&lt;br /&gt;and that at least once in your life&lt;br /&gt;you did something BRAVE&lt;br /&gt;that made you who you are TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEARN from yesterday's lessons,&lt;br /&gt;LIVE today's events,&lt;br /&gt;LOOK FORWARD to tomorrow's promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short...SEIZE THE DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-5502480022731516779?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5502480022731516779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=5502480022731516779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/5502480022731516779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/5502480022731516779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem!'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-8304624381378925127</id><published>2007-05-17T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:10:35.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speaking alone'/><title type='text'>Crucified (a.k.a. Totally Misunderstood)</title><content type='html'>I was crying. Not for the love that we lost. I am over that now. I was crying because of how my friends think about what craziness I am currently doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He embraced me tight and reminded me that Jesus was crucified because He was misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that way last night. I felt I was totally misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you accept that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you feel that staying at his place would make me feel more miserable? That I would revert to my heartaches again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong… I am thankful for friends like you. I really am. But you worry so much on things that I myself don’t worry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is difficult for you to understand that by being with him, staying at his place, dining out with him for the past few nights, is my way of ending the cycle that needs to be closed. I am sealing the past between us… as lovers. But one cannot seal the past between us as friends… as BEST friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I’ve talked with, the people around me and him, think that I accepted all of these too quickly. How can I possibly be happy at this moment when it has only been about four or five months since our breakup? How can I possibly say that I am okay that he has already found another person to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather that I stay miserable for a long time? As long as nine years, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to. And I don’t need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I am happy because I choose to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve never been happier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not bull@#$%, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you do a craniotomy right now, my brain would be screaming the same thing… that I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been together for nine years. We have been best friends for more than that. When I look back and remember those nine years, I have no regrets. Within those nine years, we had very fond memories, we were happy, we complement each other. We reached out to each other. That is how I could describe it. I felt that everything is at its right place at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it gets ripped apart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did was like taking these torn pieces, and then sewn together to form a magnificent quilt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… of FRIENDSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t crucify me for having done that. That was my way of moving on. That was my way of picking up the pieces of my broken dreams. That was my way of helping me out of the quicksand that I used to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To each his own… I hear people say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is MY way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve never been happier this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-8304624381378925127?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8304624381378925127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=8304624381378925127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/8304624381378925127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/8304624381378925127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/crucified-aka-totally-misunderstood.html' title='Crucified (a.k.a. Totally Misunderstood)'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-8315702560218440661</id><published>2007-04-28T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:04:03.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabbles and tirades'/><title type='text'>Be A Lotus</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confucius says – “BE A LOTUS” which means, no matter how ugly, how evil, and&lt;br /&gt;how sinful everyone around you might become, do not allow yourself to be&lt;br /&gt;stained.  A lotus remains beautiful even as it lingers in the filthy waters&lt;br /&gt;of the pond.  Don’t be contaminated; do not be influenced by worthless&lt;br /&gt;means.  Remain radiant among the shadows of darkness.  Be a lotus… it&lt;br /&gt;has to start with one to fill the pond with more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             My dad told me that “I thrive in adversity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I told him that at this moment, it may seem that way.  But I would not want or like it that way all the time (or most of the time).  That I’d also like to thrive in clear waters; since one can’t see well when the water you’re thriving on or swimming in is murky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Well, I can’t deny that the beginning of 2007 had been murky.  A break-up, some financial constraints, being physically present for my family yet being emotionally far away, and again being away from my family to prove to them that I know what I want and that is to get the job that I really, really dreamed of... and entailing the sacrifice of not being with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             It’s almost midyear… I passed the NCLEX, I have a satisfactory band score in IELTS, and I can’t deny that fact that I’m still waiting for some more of those unexpected victories that I’m hoping and praying (and saying countless novenas) for…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Things are a bit clearer now.  It’s not crystal clear though. But, it’s a start.  It has to start with something somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I really am thankful for my family who supports and loves me all the way (despite the fact that they sometimes get hurt and are constantly worried for their silently-rebelling daughter); I am thankful for my best friend, my manong, my confidante for knowing me and my qualms (and doing his best to understand the unexpected and twisted way my mind works); I am thankful for my friends for worrying about the things that I do, the things that I choose to go through, and the things that I insist on doing (because they feel that I might revert to feeling miserable all over again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Soon, when the soil and sand settle – when everything falls into place – all the murkiness will turn clear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             My dad told me that “I thrive in adversity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Yes I do… and I’m being what Confucius reminds us to be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             A LOTUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-8315702560218440661?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8315702560218440661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=8315702560218440661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/8315702560218440661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/8315702560218440661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/be-lotus.html' title='Be A Lotus'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-3253261543568727940</id><published>2007-04-22T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:17:54.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabbles and tirades'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og37frZYHd4/RitwxY6fXwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/d--X-_koBuk/s1600-h/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056259000457191170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og37frZYHd4/RitwxY6fXwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/d--X-_koBuk/s400/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-3253261543568727940?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3253261543568727940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=3253261543568727940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/3253261543568727940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/3253261543568727940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og37frZYHd4/RitwxY6fXwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/d--X-_koBuk/s72-c/ShowLetter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-685860767135789254</id><published>2007-03-24T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:20:31.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speaking alone'/><title type='text'>end it all... close cycles...</title><content type='html'>I am sitting outside my door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a long drag of Gudang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaved it all out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stared at the essay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... He's right... "Things that has passed will never return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still denying that something like this could happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really could happen. When will I embrace that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I'm currently still at standstill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that my family and friends see that I have been very strong through this ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I don't want them to take pity on me on why I keep my world suspended while the rest of their lives are going on the way things should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made myself strong for my family, for my friends, for everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm alone... Sitting outside my door... Taking a long drag of Gudang... and emptying my lungs I keep on thinking about the past and why I still can't understand the reason why this had to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remained strong for everyone but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wish that every time I empty my lungs from the smoke, out comes with it the past that I should have long ago let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I want to start anew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I want to now that I, too, am capable of finding happiness by myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I can find happiness for myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-685860767135789254?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/685860767135789254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-5745448480248690039</id><published>2007-03-13T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T01:54:34.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabbles and tirades'/><title type='text'>hong kong international airport</title><content type='html'>its now 1:28am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im too early for my flight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just that i checked-out a day early than my actual flight date/time... and im basically homeless... and ive considered the airport as the roof above my head for the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so ambivalent right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came here to take an exam... i really was disappointed because i thought that i would be stopping at 75... at number 73, i was shaking... same with 74 and 75 and then i thought i'd stop... but i continued till 168...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 165, i accepted my fate that i might go on until 265... but when i stopped at 168, and the screen turned grey, i felt that the mouse turned so hot that i hade to withdraw my hand completely from it... i was shocked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up to now, there are no results yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im leaving hongkong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know... only me can help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'~'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i was able to visit my friend kris, had some chit-chats with her, caught up with whats happenin with our lives... and was able to go to mongkok, a shop-till-you-drop place (it wouldve been nice if i have something that i liked... had some extra HKDs, but didnt feel like buying anything)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also was able to go to ocean park, the victorias peak, madame tussauds, and the highlight --&gt; disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried after watching the fireworks... everywhere i looked, there were families everywhere... mine is at home... and it wouldve been nice if my family was there too, to join me say "wow", "ooh", and "aah" at the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better smell hong kong deeply now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itll be quite long before i would be able to visit this islands again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-5745448480248690039?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5745448480248690039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-1570747522873362422</id><published>2007-03-06T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:06:20.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabbles and tirades'/><title type='text'>off to an unknown place</title><content type='html'>ill be heading to a new phase in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still am uncertain of how things will turn out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am positive and hopeful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that i'll be able to hold my head up high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever the outcome may be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my prayer right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;God, with Your help, let me courageously face whatever I'm afraid of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Linda Neukrug)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-1570747522873362422?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1570747522873362422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=1570747522873362422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/1570747522873362422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/1570747522873362422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/off-to-unknown-place.html' title='off to an unknown place'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-8638466667157103692</id><published>2007-02-28T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:02:47.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speaking alone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;has reasons that reason&lt;br /&gt;cannot explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nothing more to say... :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-8638466667157103692?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8638466667157103692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=8638466667157103692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Living in a world&lt;br /&gt;Where seasons change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sun is blaring&lt;br /&gt;Everyone heading&lt;br /&gt;To the beach&lt;br /&gt;To picnics&lt;br /&gt;Basking in the warmth&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying every bit&lt;br /&gt;Getting bronzed&lt;br /&gt;Playing with waves&lt;br /&gt;Cooling with kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Living in a world&lt;br /&gt;Where seasons change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Leaves are falling&lt;br /&gt;Naked trees&lt;br /&gt;Collecting reds&lt;br /&gt;Collecting browns&lt;br /&gt;Collecting oranges&lt;br /&gt;Piling em up&lt;br /&gt;Diving onto them&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful silhouettes&lt;br /&gt;Shadows playing in the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Living in a world&lt;br /&gt;Where seasons change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cold feet and hands&lt;br /&gt;Yet a wonderful feeling&lt;br /&gt;Making snow angels&lt;br /&gt;Throwing snowballs&lt;br /&gt;Laughing heartily&lt;br /&gt;Keeping warm&lt;br /&gt;Tasty coffees&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;Tastier hot chocolates&lt;br /&gt;Burning tongue tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Deep snow&lt;br /&gt;Not what I expected&lt;br /&gt;Got frostbite&lt;br /&gt;Got numb&lt;br /&gt;Mittens&lt;br /&gt;Socks&lt;br /&gt;Windbreakers&lt;br /&gt;Ear muffs&lt;br /&gt;Still no warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Living in a world&lt;br /&gt;Where seasons change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Melting cold&lt;br /&gt;Rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;Starts to get warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now it's spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-7002348464518449886?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7002348464518449886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=7002348464518449886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/7002348464518449886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/7002348464518449886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;To fix a heart that’s broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t ask me where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;No I don’t know anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It used to feel like heaven&lt;br /&gt;It used to feel like May&lt;br /&gt;I used to hear those violins playing&lt;br /&gt;Our strings like a symphony&lt;br /&gt;Now they've gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wants to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But you won’t believe what love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til it happens to you&lt;br /&gt;'Til it happens to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to, the old flyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guess I was trying to turn the clock back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come that nothing feels the same&lt;br /&gt;Now when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;We used to stay up all night&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen when our love was new&lt;br /&gt;Oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, am I a fool to believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;No I don’t know anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It used to feel like heaven&lt;br /&gt;It used to feel like May&lt;br /&gt;I used to hear those violins playing&lt;br /&gt;Our strings like a symphony&lt;br /&gt;Now they've gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody wants to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;Until their hearts broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you dare tell them what you think to do&lt;br /&gt;'Til they get over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can only learn these things from experience&lt;br /&gt;When you get older (when u get older you'll understand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that someone would've told me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-4394763437862859824?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4394763437862859824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=4394763437862859824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/4394763437862859824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/4394763437862859824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/till-it-happens-to-you.html' title='Till It Happens To You'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-7777271655347838961</id><published>2007-02-13T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:37:57.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speaking alone'/><title type='text'>Peeling the feelings from my heart a little at a time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I had to call him up for the last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been very hopeful ever since I left, I thought that "WE" would still have a chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to hear it from him, first hand, if we could still be together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm in-love with someone else.&lt;/em&gt;" "&lt;em&gt;I don't love you anymore.&lt;/em&gt;" "&lt;em&gt;Why are we still talking about this?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, with those sentences, it is quite clear that there would be no more "him and me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our talk, I felt relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I did my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ritual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be doing laundry, or washing plates, or cleaning the bathroom... just to get the feel of soap and water in my hands. &lt;em&gt;There is something in soap and water that makes me feel "cleansed" and "free" from whatever emotion &lt;be&gt;that I am feeling during moments such as these.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Holidays was not what I had expected. It would be our 9th Christmas and New Year in this relationship. But we were having a rough time. I was very busy with my schedule, studying for an upcoming exam, feeling anxious with events that I wasn't expecting. His schedule was busy, too. With an upcoming year, a change in shifts and rotations, and with new duties and responsibilities to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was patient. I just thought that this rough spot in our relationship would be something that we can smooth over after this chaotic situation that both of us are in. I thought that we just needed the space between us because we are still adjusting with the things that are unexpectedly happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong. &lt;em&gt;Oh boy, I was totally wrong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me some time to feel something. I felt numb. I can't cry. I refuse to cry. I was hopeful. I want him back in my life. I was trying desperately to think of ways on how to get him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone who are good to us is easy, but to love those who hurt us and do bad to us is something that goes against our very human nature. And before we can love them, we first have to forgive them, which in itself is a task difficult enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, because of the love that I had for him, and the companionship that we've shared for one-third of our lives, forgiving him -- albeit onerous -- was an achievement on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite the hurt that I felt, I was thankful that something like this happened early in our lives, than having some dreams realized and then seeing them washed away like sandcastles along the shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-7777271655347838961?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7777271655347838961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=7777271655347838961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/7777271655347838961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/7777271655347838961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/peeling-feelings-from-my-heart-little.html' title='Peeling the feelings from my heart a little at a time...'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-5951431328103514191</id><published>2007-02-06T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:37:14.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speaking alone'/><title type='text'>WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE FREE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I feel that I am currently locked up in a feeling that I know I should be setting myself free from. I am lost. I am chained up. I can't move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It might be because I have been with him for 9 years and then suddenly I had to let go. So, I made a choice to let him go. A difficult choice, yes, but I know that it would be doubly difficult to stay in our relationship when it would mean that I, not WE, would think of ways to make it work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I find myself refusing to look straight ahead. I'm stuck here... with thoughts and questions, and with no answers. And if they do have answers, I know that these answers would basically hurt me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am free from this relationship. I know this by now. But why do I find myself refusing to free myself with this feelings that I have for him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When will I ever be free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070832945924520797-5951431328103514191?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5951431328103514191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=5951431328103514191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/5951431328103514191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/5951431328103514191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-does-it-mean-to-be-free.html' title='WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE FREE?'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070832945924520797.post-6260176097464728322</id><published>2007-02-04T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:34:58.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabbles and tirades'/><title type='text'>Simple Things...</title><content type='html'>Sand In-between the Toes... Simple pleasures in life that we seldom see... and unconsciously brush off when we need to put our shoes back on... However, there are times, they tend to be irritating and make us feel uncomfortable... These tiny specks of sand... they need not be left unnoticed for so long...&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to my blog... ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Read the ups and downs of my life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The sand in-between my toes...&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/2070832945924520797-6260176097464728322?l=sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6260176097464728322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2070832945924520797&amp;postID=6260176097464728322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/6260176097464728322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070832945924520797/posts/default/6260176097464728322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinbetweenmytoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Things...'/><author><name>Fins For Feet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00255902626153135117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff203/njgbuno/HPIM2735.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
