<?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-8719239856278922101</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:16:55.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SATISFIED [:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddoatheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719239856278922101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddoatheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fritz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02984264009957989367</uri><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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719239856278922101.post-3665257951501123183</id><published>2008-01-19T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T04:30:31.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned? Or not?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, Im back again. Its been a while since I typed here. Anyhow, Im uber busy because of &lt;em&gt;school papers&lt;/em&gt;. Plus, we've been celebrating yearly the feast day of our school. And, we should attend the mass at school for &lt;strong&gt;nine&lt;/strong&gt; freaking days. :)) I aint doing bad, again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be building &lt;em&gt;bahay-kubo&lt;/em&gt;'s for each year level and it is a must because it's a competition. Its tough, we're gonna be our own bahay-kubo's &lt;strong&gt;carpenters&lt;/strong&gt;! The pre-judging will be on the &lt;strong&gt;24th&lt;/strong&gt;. We haven't started yet, we're out of budget. :)) My classmates aren't working out together. : And oh, we'll be wearing Filipino costumes at the exact date of the feastday. It's a curse wearing those things. I'll be &lt;strong&gt;'baduy'&lt;/strong&gt;, exactly. :)) LOL. Well, Im'ma wear white shirt and jeans paired with that so-called cloth thingy - malong. Ow yea, it's kinda native. And it's okay. :)) I GUESS, I THINK. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157161659556334402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UKK00YEHkfA/R5HrNJ8ei0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2kwH754lM5U/s320/patootie030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The II-FLi's are uber addicted playing jumping ropes. Yeah, we haven't played it for a long freaking time. Well I think, its time for us to enjoy despite of our busy-ness. :) &lt;p&gt;Anyways, Im tired for updates. :p Not now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Bryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jan. 04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY DENDEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jan. 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAPA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jan. 23&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719239856278922101-3665257951501123183?l=kiddoatheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddoatheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3665257951501123183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719239856278922101&amp;postID=3665257951501123183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719239856278922101/posts/default/3665257951501123183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719239856278922101/posts/default/3665257951501123183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddoatheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/abandoned-or-not.html' title='Abandoned? Or not?'/><author><name>Fritz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02984264009957989367</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_UKK00YEHkfA/R5HrNJ8ei0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2kwH754lM5U/s72-c/patootie030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8719239856278922101.post-8587140184714354358</id><published>2008-01-01T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:40:43.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reason to celebrate</title><content type='html'>Happy 2008! My New year wasn't happy at all. It was a total bore. I mean, Im just right here - &lt;em&gt;alone and crying&lt;/em&gt;. Mixed emotions na rin. I cant feel the presence of my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the best daughter to my grandfather, but still there is this feeling of pity and loneliness I feel towards him. We've been together not for a long long time when my parents decided and left Batangas eh. We just go and visit there during once a year. You know, our situation is kinda complicated. I knew about this prob between my lolo and lola secretly, cos my mom's kinda acting weird. She wouldn't even talk about it. All I know is - there &lt;strong&gt;is something between my grandparents&lt;/strong&gt;. My lolo's doing right, its just my lola's putting him on shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into details, the problem's clarified yet &lt;u&gt;unclear&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap i-explain, but I know my lolo has the point. Dude, I just can't imagine how long we haven't talked to each other. Nor a simple greet, wala. I had a chance to talk to him for a short period of time lang, and that was last &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;. (December 31, 2006 at about 4-5 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Hello! Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lolo: Oh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Happy New year po. C Fritz po eto. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lolo: Ay, oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Musta na po?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lolo: Ha? Oh?&lt;br /&gt;Lolo: Oh, kakausapin ko ulit mama mo.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I simply don't know what to say after. Naiilang ako, its like meeting a new friend and introducing myself to him. LOL. :)) He didn't even knew me, even with my voice. Puro 'OH' lang siya. I understand his part rin, he wasn't able to see me for &lt;strong&gt;2 years&lt;/strong&gt;. Too bad, parang &lt;strong&gt;Pilipinas-Amerika&lt;/strong&gt; ang distance namin ano? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I can't paint a laugh nor a smile on his face. Super ang bigat ng feeling kahit happy ako na nakausap ko siya. I really wanted to comfort him and ask him something, pero I cant. I dont have the confidence, maybe because we haven't talked na nga for a long time. This was the first time I felt like this, I easily get pity on old people eh. Not kidding. Looking at them and seeing them alone. Dude, I dont want my grandparents experience that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop the drama. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's start our 2008 with &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;. There are still more reasons to celebrate our year around. &lt;em&gt;Looking good is feeling good inside. Expect little, but do your best and dream BIG.&lt;/em&gt; :) &lt;em&gt;Learn how to live life.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My New year was fun! Fireworks made me smile a lot. :)) As in, hinihika na ako dahil sa usok. Well, I had a lot of fun naman. &lt;strong&gt;Thanks to everyone, for making my 2007 great!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719239856278922101-8587140184714354358?l=kiddoatheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddoatheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8587140184714354358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719239856278922101&amp;postID=8587140184714354358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719239856278922101/posts/default/8587140184714354358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719239856278922101/posts/default/8587140184714354358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddoatheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/reason-to-celebrate.html' title='A reason to celebrate'/><author><name>Fritz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02984264009957989367</uri><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-8719239856278922101.post-1150360967131321939</id><published>2007-12-30T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T04:38:21.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening to: Bizarre Love Triangle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I missed everything here. Finally, the last day of my 2007 ended up with this. I mean, I greatly assure that I will update this if Im not bored. Kidding. :)) Kasi I wanted to spill out my feelings since I dont have this &lt;em&gt;Dear Diary&lt;/em&gt; thing. I have this feeling of &lt;u&gt;contentment&lt;/u&gt; na cos eversince I have this tendency of hating myself for not being able to accomplish a certain thing. That is -&lt;strong&gt; having a personalized blog&lt;/strong&gt;. :) Well, great for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started making &lt;strong&gt;New Year resolutions&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyways, its not a big deal for me. Im just afraid that I will not be able to do it. I have lots of commitments in my studies. Projects, assignments, and examinations are lined up. I get easily &lt;em&gt;tempted&lt;/em&gt;, and BLAST! Hindi ko nafu-fulfill everything including my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wonder lang talaga -&lt;em&gt; "Does it make sense to me?"&lt;/em&gt; I mean, so what if na-cope up ko yung something na gusto ko ma-achieve. Yeah, I get happy. Pero parang may kulang, there's something I wanted cos parang ang intense ng feeling na kulang pa. I dont know eh. Strange. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, I wanted to stay away from temptations. I know, Im weak. I never noticed that my grades are affected. Im starting to be &lt;em&gt;absent-minded&lt;/em&gt; at home and at school. I wanna step back and escape everything, including some of my bestfriends. Having a barkada is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; the issue. But, &lt;strong&gt;some of my ka-barkada&lt;/strong&gt;'s the issue. Im to &lt;u&gt;manhid&lt;/u&gt; for that relationship thing. I don't know if that'll be good for me. I dont wanna go into details. :)) Haha! Im starting to be senti na naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To them or to Him, loving me is not a problem. But having me is the BIG problem. I dont wanna be the reason of your tears. Quit, stop approaching my connections. &lt;em&gt;Samok au ka!&lt;/em&gt; Drama enu? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what, after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes will resume on the 7th of January. *BITIN na vacation for all of us. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8719239856278922101-1150360967131321939?l=kiddoatheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddoatheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1150360967131321939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8719239856278922101&amp;postID=1150360967131321939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719239856278922101/posts/default/1150360967131321939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8719239856278922101/posts/default/1150360967131321939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddoatheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>Fritz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02984264009957989367</uri><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>
