<?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-4633604014798288458</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:13:31.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisted thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-8169092187263748440</id><published>2010-05-28T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:58:42.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, my sweetest downfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You can never own something that was never yours. So let's stop gripping on things we never expect to last forever. Nothing lasts forever. Forever is a lie. Everything is transitory. So while you have something in your hand, put in mind that it’s just borrowed. So that someday when it’s gone, it won’t take you eternity just to let it go."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...but how can I forget? When you gave me so much to remember and those memories were the only things that didn’t change, when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;everything else di&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; guess it’s true that there are things in life that you can't hold on to forever, no matter how much you fight for it. Sometimes destiny isn’t always good, it becomes playful. When you met someone you learned to love, you thought that it was destiny who made your paths crossed. But what if making your paths cross is just a part of the game that the playful destiny create? Making you realize in the end that the person you thought that was destined for you wasn't really meant to stay…but only destined to make you feel loved and then eventually leave you when you’ve already fallen, and no matter how much you wanted to hate that person, you still can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's harder to stop when I know that it was everything that I’ve always wanted. Maybe I’d still wish that there would be someone who would tell me that it isn’t too late yet… but I guess there wasn’t. But you know what? I'm still glad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I'm glad that HE happened to my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;because if it wasn't for him, I would have never known how it feels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: white;"&gt;to love someone and somehow, be loved in return&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. He made me realize that it's better to have a heart that's broken but real, rather than a heart that's whole but numb... and I can't thank him enough for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Someday we’ll all be looking back to those days where we learned how to love, get hurt, cry and fight. Maybe when that time comes, we’ll be laughing at our old dumb selves...realizing how stupid we were to stand up for the things we knew weren’t really meant for us. But I guess learning takes time, and mistakes make one’s journey fun. Life is what we make out of it right? and as cliche as it may sound, love really makes the world go round. So let’s live and love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;whatever pain it may bring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;… because the true definition of love is knowing how you feel strongly for that person and despite of whatever this cruel world might give you... if you find yourselves into each others arms again..then you were really meant to be, but if not...be happy, because you gave love a try. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-8169092187263748440?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8169092187263748440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-sweetest-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/8169092187263748440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/8169092187263748440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-sweetest-friend.html' title='Thank you, my sweetest downfall'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-8044966670852055036</id><published>2010-04-10T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:08:48.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Untold Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/S73yxbQzPkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SJcSTBknGtM/s1600/K.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/S73yxbQzPkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SJcSTBknGtM/s320/K.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight seems so cold&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;and the sky is so velvet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;that it overshadowed the stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;The wind hums its dreary melody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;as it whispers upon the ears of her soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;who found herself gazing at the moon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;bemused by the unfathomed longing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;for her one great love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Maelstrom strikes and hardly tries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;to lead her into giving up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;but this piece of metal she wears around her finger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;reminds her of you and told her heart to forbear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;for tonight the crescent promises a new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;and soon she might see you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you hear her soul singing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now the clock strikes two in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;She can hardly sleep and she's stranded into thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Heaven knows it's only you whom she's missing..&lt;br /&gt;But as she looks back to where you've started,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she cant help but to think that she's retarded,&lt;br /&gt;doubting its better to go back to the way you were before,&lt;br /&gt;to when the only thing that both of you do is to ignore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foolish of her to think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;that those couple of days seemed like a thousand years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;and a week to be like eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;but starting tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;giving up would be the last thing that she would do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;For she's&amp;nbsp; keeping the words you've said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Not as a promise for they ought to be broken, they said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;rather but the sweetest words that she's ever heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Words that would last and will never fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight at last her mind's at ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;For in evanescence, she has sent her worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;She need not to talk to let you know how much she misses you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;because she's sent it through the wind for you to feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;and if later will you fall asleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;in dreams you'll find serenity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;For though she has not profess her love,&lt;br /&gt;and if she might never will...&lt;br /&gt;at least this time you will know..&lt;br /&gt;that she writes for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;and only for you, her &lt;i&gt;sweetest sorrow&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-8044966670852055036?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8044966670852055036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2010/04/tonight-seems-so-cold-and-sky-is-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/8044966670852055036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/8044966670852055036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2010/04/tonight-seems-so-cold-and-sky-is-so.html' title='The Untold Story'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/S73yxbQzPkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SJcSTBknGtM/s72-c/K.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-3584612826870061537</id><published>2010-04-03T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T02:49:55.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way i see THEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;I promised, but I halfway failed&lt;/span&gt;. Staying away from cellphones and computers &lt;b&gt;every Lenten season&lt;/b&gt; is a bit hard but is a &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;worthy sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;, at least for me and my bestfriend I guess. We've been doing this for a long time now and believe me, it wasn't always that easy. Maybe the part where my phone crashed earlier this March, and is totally useless now, had its own benefit. But the fact that my computer wouldn't stop calling for me is totally not being helpful in completely achieving our so called "pledge", and since I couldn't think of anything sane else to do, before I die out of boredom, I have admitted my defeat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It has been quite awhile. I haven't got the chance to write anything in here for some time now and I noticed that this would be my first post since the year began. Maybe because it has been a little busy at school, especially during the last week of the 3rd term. nahhh, did i say &lt;strike&gt;a little&lt;/strike&gt;? i meant A LOT.&amp;nbsp; We had projects to cram, deadlines to meet and&amp;nbsp; exams to study for. But fortunately we survived "&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Hell Week&lt;/span&gt;" (that's what most of us call it) and here we are, finally ending the school year as freshmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Time really flies. I remember, not so long ago, I entered college not having any clue to what's in store for me and I bet it was the same as for everyone else. You'd feel excited, but somehow sad because summer break is over, and there would always be that part of you that would feel very nervous, probably because of the new environment and such; but for some, it was because of &lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;making new friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Remember in kindergarten where it would be your first day in class and you would meet someone new and then about fifteen minutes later you would play like you have known each other for a long time? It surely wasn't easy like that in college but I'm glad that I was able to find some nice friends and having the chance to spend my freshman year with them is something that I would &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; regret&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;because&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;I was moved by these people, in so many ways that I could ever think of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Michie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the girl that I had a crush on once. *grins haha...just kidding*. Who wouldn't fall for that deep slice within her right cheek anyway?&amp;nbsp; She may act roughly like a boy on the outside but still, you'd find a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;very loving and sensitive&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;lady on the inside. From her I had seen how much a person could really love someone even though they are already in so much pain and still, in the end,&amp;nbsp; they'll have no regrets that they have loved; and that side of her was something I really appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Another was my co dark-chocolate-lover &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Berlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, as &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;unseemingly&amp;nbsp; kind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; as he is, can make someone feel special and taken care of. I was astounded that we had the same interests like musical instruments and table tennis, though I know that he would always be a lot better on those things than I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How can I forget the innocence of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Foncy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; which really amuses me. I had  always find his act so pure it drowns me. I'll never forget the  instances where we'd laugh because of his &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;too-naive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ways. But somehow I  wish I could be more like him, in a way that I wouldn't be afraid of  expressing what I truly feel inside, that I'd learn to care less on how  people judge me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll always remember the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"weird-looking fingers"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Carl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who I thought is just a serious type of bishonen but it turned out to be that he is just as bizarre as we all are. He may look snobbish as a total stranger but within that image, is a child. I find him so juvenile at times that I cant help but laugh, especially at his reactions about random things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'd never fail to keep in mind &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Panchuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s great advice which was: "Hindi mo kailangan i-sacrifice ang isang subject para lang sa iba mo pang subject". He had been my&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;muse in&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;balancing one's responsibilities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and I wish that I could do it just like how he does it. Eventhough he seems to be always serious and composed, he can still be witty at times that he'd even let me call him "anak" just for merriment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can't help but marvel at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Louie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who has ,and will always,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;inspire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; me through his poetic way with words,&amp;nbsp; whose posts I'll never get tired of reading, who would never fail to say "Hi!" with a smiling face whenever you  pass by him, and who has surprised me with his great appetite.But for him being half the reason why I started blogging, is another story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'd always live through the nights where &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Isaiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; admired the full moon with me (through chats), the times where he'd act like a coffee and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;brightens the mood up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, whenever he'd allow me to make wrong guesses of his incredibly long and confusing full name and those funny moments where he would let me tease him and simply let me get away with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll surely miss picking on &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;John Carlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who's been a big pain in the *ss ( in a good way :D ) during IT class , who decorated my terminal with his &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;garland-like hair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, who'd let me enjoy seeing his "disturbed / confused face" throughout our just-for-fun fights and who'd share to me his great taste and talent in music.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'd look everywhere for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s loli shota face that is  just &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;too kawaii&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I was amazed when I found out that behind his childish  facade masks a man of many talents. He had taught me so many things that  I never knew he'd know. His knack of techno-stuff and such is simply  amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will always treasure the wonderful drawings that &lt;b style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Mela&lt;/b&gt;, who had  been really forgiving whenever I used to misspell her name as  "Mella", gave me. Everything about her is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;stunning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The way she'd say  "awww" when she sees cute little kittens, walk in cute little steps and  draw with the tiniest hands, bows her head down because she's just too  shy, stays humble beside the fact that she has this brilliant talent in  arts, and so much more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm really blessed to have someone who fondly listens like &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Emmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, even  though he would sometimes team-up with Matt and then make fun of me.*bleh :P * He is the only one who had been really patient in trying to make me happy whenever I get really pissed off, the complete opposite of me, the used-to-be violet hater, the reason why half the time I don't even know that I'm smiling, the one who can be just as sweet as a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;gummybear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; , the person whom I've spent a lot of my insane, yet really fun, first-times with and the truth is that if I was ever given the chance to choose anyone else that I could spend those times with, It would still be him and no one else. and of course; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll never miss out&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;MJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s laughter that echoes through the hallways, the way he &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;walks peculiarly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the strange / funny sounds that he makes, the corny jokes that somehow manage to make us all laugh, how the atmosphere could be so light whenever he's around, the way he reacts whenever Berlin teases him and  his smile that could never ever fade away. I may be wrong in some of the things that I have written here and it may all seem very subjective but hey, these is how I see them and I know that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Each o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;ne o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;f the&lt;/span&gt;m  is u&lt;/span&gt;niquely am&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;azing&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Every mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;t wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;h them i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;s i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;ndeed wort&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-3584612826870061537?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3584612826870061537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2010/04/way-i-see-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/3584612826870061537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/3584612826870061537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2010/04/way-i-see-them.html' title='The way i see THEM'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-4320818223414538985</id><published>2009-12-22T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T06:36:27.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a merry little christmas.. :)</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's not yet too late for a CHRISTMAS WISH LIST.. so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the song "The 12 Days of Christmas", here are 12 gifts that I would surely love to have this christmas.. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; experience flying a kite.. ( I've never done it before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; be able to complete the 9 dawn masses of Misa De Gallo. (Failure. oh well, better&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; luck next year!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; have the chance to watch the film , ANASTASIA with my friend Lorena. ( I know..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; TOO CHILDISH but there's something about it that i like very much. I think I've&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; already watched it before, though I don't remember the whole story and Lorena is&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the only person I know that would definitely enjoy watching it with me since it's her&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; favorite Disney film. *haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strike&gt;sleep more than I'm supposed to.&lt;/strike&gt; (Wish Granted!! I've been doing a lot of sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lately. Lazy me! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; spend more time with the ones i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; be brave enough to admit how special something/someone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; make a difference in someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; witness another breathtaking sunset just like what I saw with my bestest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; / If you are reading this..which i know that you're not.. but just in case../&amp;nbsp; I really&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; really miss you!! Things will never be the same without you here. :') ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; be the reason for somebody's happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; have the ability to touch other people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; be a better friend. ^^,&amp;nbsp; and;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;well this wish is for someone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I hope that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;and his bestfriend would talk to each other again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's probably pretty much of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have a Wonderful Christmas!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-4320818223414538985?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4320818223414538985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-little-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/4320818223414538985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/4320818223414538985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-little-christmas.html' title='a merry little christmas.. :)'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-6917998014974676318</id><published>2009-12-13T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:12:37.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having my Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;They say a person needs only 3 things in order to be truly happy in this world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Something to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Something to hope for, and;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It feels great to have someone who would warmly gaze at me rather than just unwillingly see me. Someone who would sincerely listen rather than just plainly hear the things that i say. Someone who is worth feeling for, even though i know that it does not assure full time happiness, and finally, &lt;b&gt;Someone who would give me reasons to smile, laugh, love and write again&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&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/4633604014798288458-6917998014974676318?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6917998014974676318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/6917998014974676318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/6917998014974676318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Having my Someone'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-1447139324278463295</id><published>2009-11-22T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T03:56:36.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ode to a friend</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It was not a date, not even close to it. It was just two friends.. (best of friends) hanging around, messing up with each other, trying to escape from what was going to happen in the near future.. from the reality that&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was leaving and that  &lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;SHE&lt;/b&gt; was going to be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I woke up knowing that this would be yet another ordinary day.. but I was wrong. As I went downstairs, I heard a familiar voice saying.. "sa wakas gcng kna din! hanggang anng oras mo ba balak matulog?!" To my surprise, I saw him.. right by the couch.. sitting.. with his stupid smile all over his face. I stood there. frozen. just staring at him.. then i finally managed to say something. "sh*t ka! bat ka nand2????!". He laughed then said "good morning din sayo! tara gala tayo!" I was already thinking of killing him because of showing up unannounced.. but then i thought.. *oh c'mon.. admit it. you also wanted to be with this guy* and then so i said yes. I bathe and got dressed and then we took off.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was watching him as he drove around. It's been a long time since the last time I saw him, his hair grew longer and he's more pale than I remember, maybe because he doesn't go out much lately. "ang gwapo ng view noh?" he blurted out. I felt the blood rushing up my face, *I got caught*. "hoy! kapal ha! ndi kaya ikaw tntgnan ko".. He laughed and said.. "oo na lang.. hahaha. hmm san mo gusto pumunta?". "kahit saan, basta kasama ka.." (yeah I know, cheezy! :D ). He said, "at san mo nmn nkuha yang cheezy line na yan ha?" and then we both laughed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He finally decided to stay at ATC. As we entered, I saw the New Moon poster. "gusto mo manuod?" i asked. "nahh.. sayang oras hmm pero kung gusto mo, ok lang."he replied. He was right, &lt;b&gt;we didn't have much time&lt;/b&gt;. "hindi, ok lang, mnnuod din nmn kmi ni lore" i answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We continued to walk, talking, catching up, having fun. laughing and buying foods from random stores. First we went to subway, then we bought ice cream at dippin dots, he ate fries at mcdo, i bought sweets from candy corner, we ate lunch at burger king, he tried haagen dazs' pistachio ice cream (and was very satisfied), we ate crepe and we drank frappe at cbtls. Definitely, food was something we enjoyed together. We were all over the place.. like naive children who had seen food for the very first time. Man i wish i had brought my camera with me. Crap! I even forgot my phone. Too bad, i was not able to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We finally settled down at a bench. The sun was already setting.. it was so beautiful.. &lt;i&gt;and so was he&lt;/i&gt;.It was the &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; time that i watched the sunset with him.. and i know that this would also be the &lt;b&gt;last&lt;/b&gt;. And so I stared at him, trying to remember every inch, every angle, every detail of his calm face. I realized that it was not only his hair or his skin that changed.. IT WAS EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM. He was more matured than ever, more sincere, more composed, more gentle than I could even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;matthew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; was different.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "ayan ka na naman, tinutunaw mo na naman ako!" he mused. I just smiled.. trying to hide embarrassment from being caught again. Then i thought.. &lt;b&gt;it's time&lt;/b&gt;. "tara na, uwi na tayo..malalate ka". He froze for a while, "sure ka?" he asked. I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was quiet on our way home. TOO QUIET. I felt the desperate need to break the silence. I had to, so I could remain sane. I noticed that he was driving slower than the usual. I joked "hoy iho, alam kong ayaw mo pa ako iuwi, pero tignan mo nmn speedometer mo.. ndi mn lng umaabot ng 20." He laughed! (really hard..) :D&lt;br /&gt;"sira ka tlga!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Finally, we're in front of my house again. It's past 6,, still too early, i thought. But this was better. It's now or never. We were still inside the car. We were silent for a while. Then he said, "kunin mo nga ung camera jan sa glove compartment.. picture tayo!" I was blank. and then I screamed. "whaaaaaaaaat?! mei camera ka all this time?. Hindi mo man lng cnabi? loko2 k tlga!.. ngaun mo lng naicpan mg-picture." He was laughing.. entertained by my reaction i guess. "kunin mo na lng.." he said with a grin on his face. As I opened the compartment, I saw no camera inside. Only a small blue box with a card on top of it. "Happy Birthday Bez! haha.. alam ko na mejo late na pero hahabol pa nmn diba?" he said. I couldn't say anything. I could not find the right words to say. I opened it. I saw a shiny silver bracelet. It was pretty. It had dolphins around it, ornaments which have heart shaped something.. (I couldn't describe it) but it was really pretty. I noticed that it has a small bell which makes a sound everytime you move it. I finally said "Ano ba to bez.. para nmn akong nwawalang pusa nito, mei bell pa". "EXACTLY!" he said "pra madali kang mhanap, madalas ka kcng nwawala! (which was true)" he laughed. "loko loko ka tlga!" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I opened the card last and it says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;"promise me that you'll never forget." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Those words gave me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;I lost&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I swore that I wouldn't cry, at least not in front of him. But I was too weak. I tried holding back my tears, but i failed. "Okay lang umiyak." he patted my head "don't be afraid to show what you truly feel." he continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And then I got it. I knew why I thought earlier ago that he was different. He was not the childish boy anymore that I once knew, He has already turned into a young man.A more honest and expressive man that I am very proud of. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Cge na, bababa na ako.. thank you ha! ingat ka!" i told him. "uhm okei.. I Love You Bez!" he said sincerely. We both know that It was &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;i&gt;intimate-I-love-you&lt;/i&gt; kind.. it was more like of an &lt;i&gt;i-love-you-my-bestest-friend!&lt;/i&gt; one. "Me too!" i said sheepishly. He knew me too well, he knows that I couldn't say the "L" word. That I get uncomfortable when it comes to mushy stuff. He just laughed and said "tlga ikaw bez, ndi pa din ngbbgo!" I smiled widely. &lt;b&gt;I hugged him for the very last time&lt;/b&gt;, he hugged back and I got out."See you later!" was all he said. I knew he wasn't good at saying goodbyes.. and so was I. "okay,. ingat!" i replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I watched him disappear in the horizon. I watched him leave without even saying &lt;b&gt;goodbye &lt;/b&gt;because&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;deep inside, I was still hoping that this wouldn't be the last.. that someday.. I'll see this wonderful person again. =')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-1447139324278463295?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1447139324278463295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/ode-to-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/1447139324278463295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/1447139324278463295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/ode-to-friend.html' title='ode to a friend'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-8136129199471899068</id><published>2009-11-20T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:52:34.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th of November</title><content type='html'>Oh God, What have I done to receive such wonderful gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phonecalls:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 1. Matthew Rodriguez&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 2. MOM.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 3. My oh-so-ever-young-looking Lola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kisses:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 1. Tita Carol&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 2. DAD..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 3. My cutest little brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday Messages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; from Chella, Lorena, Louie, Ara, Emmer, Michie, Novy, Mela, Carl, Kate, Alou, Maan, Nelle, Rosen, Chelsea, Claudine, Alan, Audrey, Josh, Aliana, Mark, Trixie, Sarah, more friends and the rest of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Online Messages &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;from Mon, Berlin, Willard, Jewel, Isaiah, Jupio (The very last person who has greeted me.. :D) Bianca, Alex, other people on facebook and some friends on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strangest Birthday Card Ever!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (courtesy of Leonard Pancho) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/Swgq5APdinI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ecbs9SBlwpM/s1600/CIMG3003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwwMygeDnnI/AAAAAAAAADg/Es2jTukpgls/s1600/CIMG3001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwwMygeDnnI/AAAAAAAAADg/Es2jTukpgls/s200/CIMG3001.JPG" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwwNUhP1YqI/AAAAAAAAADo/07vGNvuYWq8/s1600/CIMG3005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwwNUhP1YqI/AAAAAAAAADo/07vGNvuYWq8/s320/CIMG3005.JPG" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweetest tear-jerking gift of all time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (from Emmerson ǖ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwgtJdoHMHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bjMZ9SOQk88/s1600/CIMG3015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwwN8PIc5aI/AAAAAAAAADw/k8ekQjQxfrE/s1600/CIMG3015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwwN8PIc5aI/AAAAAAAAADw/k8ekQjQxfrE/s320/CIMG3015.JPG" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another year to &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;, and...I don't know yet.. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I was indeed surprised, Yes, I definitely was!. Thanks you all!! You've just made my day a whole lot more special. What really makes it special is being able to share this day with the people that I continue to love and the new people whom I have come to love. :) and if it means that i'll be spending my lifetime with such great people like you, I would copiously embrace the art of growing older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-8136129199471899068?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8136129199471899068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/20th-of-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/8136129199471899068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/8136129199471899068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/20th-of-november.html' title='20th of November'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwwMygeDnnI/AAAAAAAAADg/Es2jTukpgls/s72-c/CIMG3001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-2206566868791011124</id><published>2009-11-19T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T03:53:26.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwQe9pZmv6I/AAAAAAAAACI/Sxs4okj8JCA/s1600/kimberly.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwQe9pZmv6I/AAAAAAAAACI/Sxs4okj8JCA/s320/kimberly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K-I-M-B-E-R-L-Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; why?! why?! why did i had such a common name?! should I blame it on my parents?! (biro lang po! :D ) hahaha..Couldn't they name me something else? something like Samantha... or Chloe or something sophisticated like Kylie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I mean seriously, Why in the world did they chose to give me the name to which, when you call, thousands...(let me rephrase that..) MILLIONS of people would look back. Man it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwQhnHWqmgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HBDnBEwUUkw/s1600/sites.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwQhnHWqmgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HBDnBEwUUkw/s400/sites.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *courtesy of pokemyname.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hadn't always been happy with my name until I had this small conversation on ym with my friend &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Isaiah&lt;/span&gt; (thanks a lot shih! ^^, ). He kept on typing "kiiim!" or "kimberly!" for no reason! I thought that he was just teasing me and then I was like: "yeah I get it! I don't like my name either! So conventional! (oo na! auko din ng pangalan ko.. mciadong common *haha).. I notioned that the teasing part would just keep on going but to my surprise, he replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwQnAhgUu1I/AAAAAAAAACY/5OAR46MHvHA/s1600/ssss.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwQnAhgUu1I/AAAAAAAAACY/5OAR46MHvHA/s320/ssss.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and that struck me! (really hard! :D ) Even though the tone was more like of a joke, I really did appreciate what he said! It made me realized that a name is &lt;b&gt;JUST&lt;/b&gt; a simple label. What distinguishes you from other people is your personality.... and nothing else. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me share to you this amazing quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;"What's in a name? that which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;he owes without that title&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee take all myself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Juliet (R&amp;amp;J Act 2 Scene 2)&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/4633604014798288458-2206566868791011124?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2206566868791011124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/2206566868791011124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/2206566868791011124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-in-name.html' title='what&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwQe9pZmv6I/AAAAAAAAACI/Sxs4okj8JCA/s72-c/kimberly.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-6108770058365497797</id><published>2009-11-15T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T06:25:51.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you spell SLEEPY ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;K-I-M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwFPs6cJHKI/AAAAAAAAABA/_1kvTom3tZA/s1600/CIMG2977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwFPs6cJHKI/AAAAAAAAABA/_1kvTom3tZA/s320/CIMG2977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;yep! That's me alright. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Caught in the act! Sleeping when I should be reviewing for MATH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*hahaha.. ohh give me a break! i didn't have enough sleep last night. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so much for the number 2 on my to-do-list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Thanks dad for this awesome shot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-6108770058365497797?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6108770058365497797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-spell-sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/6108770058365497797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/6108770058365497797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-spell-sleepy.html' title='can you spell SLEEPY ?'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwFPs6cJHKI/AAAAAAAAABA/_1kvTom3tZA/s72-c/CIMG2977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-6336784791986328219</id><published>2009-11-15T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T04:21:14.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY BUSY BUSY !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; kyaa!! I just remembered that I have tons of stuff to do tomorrow (or should I say later?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; here's a glimpse of my to-do-list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Clean my room. (It's in&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; need of cleaning. I already see dust bunnies under my bed *haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Review for math. (you already know that Math and I don't get along too well *study study!!) *PRIORITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Review for IT .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Finish my project for IT class. (It's due on monday and the only thing that i've done so far is the title.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Think. (I still have no idea on what'll i do for the donation thingy in humanities.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Think again. (The panel discussion for english class is still a mere plan on my head. I hope Carl would come up with an idea. &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Go patatas! Go!&lt;/span&gt; :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Update my sketch pad. ( I haven't drawn anything on it for quite some time now) *OPTIONAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; The list may not be that long but you see, I'm the kind of person who gets easily distracted. Most of the time&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; with food. Sheesh! I just can't stop eating when I'm at home. PLUS!, not to mention that i have my very own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"personal distraction"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!! &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;curse you irresistible pretty creature!!!&lt;/span&gt; :P &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;why did god made you so unrefusable?!&lt;/span&gt; :D ). That's why often times i end up panicking. *haha well that's fine.. I tend to be more functional when I'm rushed.. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;whew! Good thing I don't have nstp class today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hopefully i'd be able to finish them all. *fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Wish me luck!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-6336784791986328219?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6336784791986328219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/tomorrow-is-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/6336784791986328219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/6336784791986328219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/tomorrow-is-another-day.html' title='BUSY BUSY BUSY !!!'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-7161391102292770672</id><published>2009-11-11T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T05:27:08.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwGCOgTT24I/AAAAAAAAABo/9b1tb-PwqY0/s1600/CIMG2981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwGCOgTT24I/AAAAAAAAABo/9b1tb-PwqY0/s200/CIMG2981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was flashing this note to panchuu early this morning at English Class. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong.. I like math, I truly do!! It's just that Math doesn't like me back. :D I've been doing a lot of self study at home lately. I just couldn't get it at school, maybe because the professor is too fast? or maybe i was just too slow&lt;/span&gt;. *hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; beside me, I found michie waving her banner too !!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwGGh60gGUI/AAAAAAAAABw/8oZA5L4pii4/s1600/CIMG2982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwGGh60gGUI/AAAAAAAAABw/8oZA5L4pii4/s200/CIMG2982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-7161391102292770672?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7161391102292770672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/sos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/7161391102292770672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/7161391102292770672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/sos.html' title='S.O.S'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwGCOgTT24I/AAAAAAAAABo/9b1tb-PwqY0/s72-c/CIMG2981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-5492990166679577641</id><published>2009-11-08T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:34:51.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my onii-chan</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I went taking pictures with my dad this afternoon. Eventually, it turned into a mimic photography lesson and it was so much fun! :) I remember him saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; " Alam mo ba kung pano gamitin ung &lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;aperture&lt;/span&gt;? Tignan mo lang ung F (blah blah).. pag ganito..(*pointing to the camera) nka-focus sa foreground tapos blurred ung background. Habang tumataas ung value nung F (blah blah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i forgot the technical term *sorry dad) lumilinaw nmn ung background. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I just looked at him. Nodding each time he glances back at me, trying to remember every word he's saying (which, obviously, i was not able to do but at least i tried to ^^,V ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Having this kind of moments with him has always been pleasurable to me. He always had this calm and funny disposition that makes his presence somewhat soothing yet not boring. He's quiet and subtle most of the times. SOME OF THE BEST THINGS ABOUT HIM? He doesn't nag. You'll know that he's mad about something when he's more quiet than the usual. He forgives but rarely forgets. He gives more than what he receives, even if he'd be left out with nothing and He puts his family first above anything else. I have always admired my dad in such a way that I wanted to be just like him in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I remembered myself once saying this line to MELA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; " I wish I had an older brother. Someone who'll protect me. Someone whom I'll argue stuff about. Someone whom I'll share my thoughts with and simply have someone to tell stupid stories to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Sana may kuya din ako. Yung ipagtatanggol ako, yung aawayin ko at mang-aaway sakin, yung pgkkwentuhan ko ng kung ano-ano at ung pgssbihan ko ng mga wlang kwentang bagay na ngyari skin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and just until now, I realized that I HAVE ALWAYS HAD AN OLDER BROTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and that has always been &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;my dad&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwF1-Fg9K7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/rw1d2ajGJaY/s1600/SPOT+THE+DIFFERENCE.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwF1-Fg9K7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/rw1d2ajGJaY/s320/SPOT+THE+DIFFERENCE.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;BTW: take a peek at the two photos. :D It looks to me like the two pics are just the same despite of their difference in aperture settings. hmm maybe dad was just fooling around.. *hahaha.. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-5492990166679577641?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5492990166679577641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-onii-chan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/5492990166679577641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/5492990166679577641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-onii-chan.html' title='my onii-chan'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwF1-Fg9K7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/rw1d2ajGJaY/s72-c/SPOT+THE+DIFFERENCE.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-8228742780052234279</id><published>2009-11-02T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:21:26.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO THUMBS UP.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://cheerandkill.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've always admired his work. :) (not to be bias in anyway, though he's a friend of mine) :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You'll always find a dash of &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;sincerity&lt;/span&gt; to his posts. Even though the words are clouded with deep poetry, you'll see that there's nothing there but pure honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. With his strange ways of expressing , LOUIE surely got the brains to take  you off to places you've never been in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-8228742780052234279?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8228742780052234279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-thumbs-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/8228742780052234279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/8228742780052234279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-thumbs-up.html' title='TWO THUMBS UP.. :)'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-5499283525109893567</id><published>2009-10-24T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:43:40.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweetest Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #ea9999; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; "You're the best that I can deserve, Ndi pa nga ako cgurado kung i really deserve you eh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Stupid creature, how can he say those drowning words? Doesn't he know that it's the other way around? That it has always been ME who's unworthy of having him as a friend. HE IS NOT PERFECT, i know that, and he doesn't try to be one. He commits mistakes, he has flaws and yet he manages to live through it with his head held high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Come to think of it, I don't really remember the day I started to give importance to this person. It was like one day I met him and then *poof there he is, already one of the people I value and care about. Funny how it is that I became so used to the idea of having him around that it turns out to be that a day without him is like a day without the warm sun,&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GLOOMY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwLAq0JSnWI/AAAAAAAAACA/t8IDz5VLgXQ/s1600/Our+Tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwLAq0JSnWI/AAAAAAAAACA/t8IDz5VLgXQ/s320/Our+Tree.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; Having this wonderful person beside me is a blessing, It's like having a beautiful angel sent from God and Knowing that He's here for me and I'm the same as for him, is more than enough. We'd be like this tree, &lt;b&gt;standing firm and strong, &lt;/b&gt;bending gracefully with the winds of change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-5499283525109893567?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5499283525109893567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sweetest-stranger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/5499283525109893567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/5499283525109893567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sweetest-stranger.html' title='My Sweetest Stranger'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwLAq0JSnWI/AAAAAAAAACA/t8IDz5VLgXQ/s72-c/Our+Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-1239578287326810530</id><published>2009-10-23T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:50:09.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight  sun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwGJzlRDQ-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xG8Jz2fKjAk/s1600/CIMG2777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwGJzlRDQ-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xG8Jz2fKjAk/s320/CIMG2777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There's something about &lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;SUNSETS &lt;/span&gt;that makes me happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-1239578287326810530?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1239578287326810530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/godbye-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/1239578287326810530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/1239578287326810530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/godbye-sun.html' title='goodnight  sun!'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/SwGJzlRDQ-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xG8Jz2fKjAk/s72-c/CIMG2777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-4980900306401909101</id><published>2009-10-09T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:44:18.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bangon pinas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/Sv7oYMh5uiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xLO9FV5kdnQ/s1600-h/TYPHOON+%28BORDER%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="86" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/Sv7oYMh5uiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xLO9FV5kdnQ/s400/TYPHOON+%28BORDER%29.jpg" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Definitely typhoon Ondoy and Pepeng left a great mark in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;our country. Millions of properties destroyed, great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;number of lives taken and many loved ones lost, FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But we sure did learn many things, One is the fact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that in times of crisis, the times when you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that you are alone and it’s every man for himself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SOMEONE would always be there to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In this phenomenon, we have witnessed the true essence of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;being a &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;FIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;IPI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and the true value of bayanihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and so we must not lose hope! We know that this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;is our fight and that we’re all in this together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;( this one's for my NSTP thingy.. *sheesh!! wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;want to flunk in that course again..T.T heaps of thanks to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;emmer. some of the photos i used were his *haha )&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-4980900306401909101?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4980900306401909101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so-fight-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/4980900306401909101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/4980900306401909101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so-fight-continues.html' title='bangon pinas!!!'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/Sv7oYMh5uiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xLO9FV5kdnQ/s72-c/TYPHOON+%28BORDER%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-1508556425190574576</id><published>2009-10-05T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:50:05.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fake fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"being happy with the person you value is the greatest climax of life, it is the &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; feeling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yet the &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;shortest&lt;/span&gt; one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/Sv7c1qwuuYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0CNCpTskZxA/s1600-h/Copy+of+-+o,0+pictUre%21+-%281028%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/Sv7c1qwuuYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0CNCpTskZxA/s200/Copy+of+-+o,0+pictUre%21+-%281028%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i knew it was bound to happen..haven't i already thought about it? that there's no such thing as forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'll go on with my life. i wish i could say that i'll be alright.Wish that i could act like there was nothing there from the beginning, like it&amp;nbsp; was all a dream and it was already time for me to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;"not everything has a happy ending and endings don't mean stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b4a7d6; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; it's just a way of telling us that there's a new beginning ahead of us"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; sometimes, no matter how much you miss someone,&amp;nbsp; it's still wiser not to have that person back again. It would be&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;less sadness, less pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-1508556425190574576?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1508556425190574576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-your-fairytale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/1508556425190574576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/1508556425190574576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-your-fairytale.html' title='fake fairytale'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sci5vr7hymY/Sv7c1qwuuYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0CNCpTskZxA/s72-c/Copy+of+-+o,0+pictUre%21+-%281028%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-57567333705138449</id><published>2009-10-04T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:01:28.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just like the wind</title><content type='html'>Ever found someone who could make you feel like he was not there&lt;br /&gt;and yet he's just a few inches from you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; well i did&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and believe me..you would NOT wish that you were me in that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't even stand the idea how excruciating it was being with the person whom you have always wanted to be with and yet he makes you feel like he was the person you wouldn't even dare getting close to. creepy huh? and yet you find yourself still looking forward on spending your time with him even if it turns out that every moment with him is bittersweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-57567333705138449?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/57567333705138449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/bittersweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/57567333705138449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/57567333705138449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/bittersweet.html' title='just like the wind'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633604014798288458.post-8806689891951116187</id><published>2009-10-02T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:04:58.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>humble beginning :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;well how do i start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;here it goes again.. the moment that i'm about to hit the keys,&lt;br /&gt;that same&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;nothingness&lt;/span&gt; fills my mind, thus leaving me&lt;br /&gt;BLOGLESS again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how it is that i've been&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;staring at my account for 4 weeks..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and it only took me now to post a blog. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;finally i've realized that blogs don't write themselves. *haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so this has become my first entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;glad that i've given blogging a try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a big HURRAY for me. kind of nervous anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;probably there will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;be more to come after this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633604014798288458-8806689891951116187?l=kimkawbayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8806689891951116187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/humble-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/8806689891951116187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633604014798288458/posts/default/8806689891951116187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimkawbayan.blogspot.com/2009/11/humble-beginning.html' title='humble beginning :)'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
