<?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-3240518019224670438</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:58:59.035+08:00</updated><category term='love'/><category term='time to share'/><category term='random rants'/><title type='text'>i♥duna</title><subtitle type='html'>Live the life you love. Love the life you live.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-6698068343962565563</id><published>2009-03-12T02:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:11:38.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d a r n</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyone might be thinking that I am absolutely blissful spending these times of emptiness and work-free life in a far away seemingly dreamland. I have been here for barely two months now, as if I am unconsciously waiting for &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the time to be ushered forward, but I could see that this is not exactly the kind of life that would make me happy. I have been spending my seemingly endless days, between sunrise and dusk, mumbling about how things could have changed for the better. I know I am hopelessly asking more out&lt;/span&gt; of life, but that’s always the way it is. It is just that I personally think I am not getting any happier whenever and wherever I am now. And I don’t exactly know on what point should I look from. I could not certainly sort things out and make a definite conclusion. I am looking forward to that point in time when everything would mean nothing but a mere memory. Now, I have wanted to avoid thinking anything about it but I could never even bring myself to actually doing that. “You must always know what it is that you want”. I believe I have always been challenged by change, that which is where I am now, but I am not apparently submitting my entire self to adapting well to it. These sorts of things have kept reminding me to stay humble just the way I am. Today, I understand more things than I ever had before. There are probably other things that a mere situation could show you. You would get surprised on how it could essentially widen up the horizon you have always known and lived for every single day. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is never a price greater than knowing oneself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like infrequent currents, much concerns, as elements of a search for something I believed in and desired, are freely streaming through my head. Those that in fact have kept me going and more so, those that have kept me from becoming the happiest person I could ever be. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self-made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, indeed. I admittedly recognize that it is I to be blamed. And I am currently working it through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240518019224670438-6698068343962565563?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/6698068343962565563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=6698068343962565563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/6698068343962565563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/6698068343962565563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2009/03/d-r-n.html' title='d a r n'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-5333603378182463189</id><published>2008-08-31T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:44:59.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not lost. just undiscovered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SLquMrQ1aFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iTVarBqeUfE/s1600-h/2667236092_c96842f024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SLquMrQ1aFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iTVarBqeUfE/s200/2667236092_c96842f024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240692649193990226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240518019224670438-5333603378182463189?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/5333603378182463189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=5333603378182463189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/5333603378182463189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/5333603378182463189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-lost-just-undiscovered.html' title='not lost. just undiscovered.'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SLquMrQ1aFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iTVarBqeUfE/s72-c/2667236092_c96842f024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-2455044340520929838</id><published>2008-08-30T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:12:50.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Relationships-of all kinds-are like sand held in your hand-held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold on to some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that-held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain intact. But held too tightly, too possessively, the relationship slips away and is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240518019224670438-2455044340520929838?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/2455044340520929838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=2455044340520929838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/2455044340520929838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/2455044340520929838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-relationships.html' title='on relationships'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-8357507578962814493</id><published>2008-08-30T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:18:09.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't be inquisitive about the affairs of even your most intimate friend.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't underrate anything because you don’t possess it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don’t conclude that you never had an opportunity in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don’t believe that anybody else is happier than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don’t believe the evils you hear about people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don’t repeat gossip, even if it does interest the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don’t give compliments that are lacking sincerity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Learn to hide your heartaches and your woes under a pleasant smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happiness is created – learn how to create it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240518019224670438-8357507578962814493?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/8357507578962814493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=8357507578962814493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/8357507578962814493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/8357507578962814493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-rants.html' title='random rants'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-7818789364090267187</id><published>2008-07-22T11:23:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:17:51.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span  dragover="true" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im getting used to long days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SIVXBCkyzjI/AAAAAAAAACw/ndDhtxaD2Vo/s1600-h/time.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span dragover="true"&gt;.. lately, i've been sleeping passed 12am already.. usually, around 2-3am.. ive been doing it over the past few days, a week maybe..watda! im loving it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dragover="true"&gt;anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SIVWJuNEZEI/AAAAAAAAACY/3FgH6foJOek/s1600-h/6.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span  dragover="true" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; as usual, i waste my time on things i love doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SIVXYzVx1dI/AAAAAAAAAC4/N788ciZBTA4/s1600-h/hehe.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span  dragover="true" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. after the review at 9pm, go home straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SIVXfNgzEQI/AAAAAAAAADA/j-IlFB4-DzU/s1600-h/house.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span  dragover="true" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; [if there's nowhere else to go to]..browse the net, movies, food and lots of food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SIVWzUiWCLI/AAAAAAAAACg/Wb28_q-tlTE/s1600-h/eat.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span  dragover="true" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. and i usually leave the laptop on overnight as i download torrents..then the next day, ill be doing the same thing over again.. same cycle.. it's getting routinary.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SIVVeVm-jdI/AAAAAAAAACI/yWzHs-6HPks/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240518019224670438-7818789364090267187?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/7818789364090267187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=7818789364090267187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/7818789364090267187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/7818789364090267187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/07/late-nights.html' title='late nights'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-7532815099050833073</id><published>2008-07-16T09:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:19:09.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln4" align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Follow the three R's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln6" align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Respect for self,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln7" align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Respect for others, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Responsibility for all your actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8. Spend some time alone every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11. Live a good, honourable life. Then when you get older and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;14. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;15. Be gentle with the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;16. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln40" align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;19. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.&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/3240518019224670438-7532815099050833073?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/7532815099050833073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=7532815099050833073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/7532815099050833073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/7532815099050833073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-3515443970970382901</id><published>2008-06-30T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:20:23.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifteen things god won’t ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fifteen Things God Won’t Ask&lt;br /&gt;by: Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask what kind of car you drove, but will ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask the square footage of your house, but will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask about the fancy clothes you had in your closet, but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they dictated your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised your character to obtain that salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked overtime for your family and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you promoted others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask what your job title was, but will ask if you reformed your job to the best of your ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to whom you were a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you did to protect the rights of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated your neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content of your character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won’t ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask how many times they didn’t. &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/3240518019224670438-3515443970970382901?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/3515443970970382901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=3515443970970382901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/3515443970970382901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/3515443970970382901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/fifteen-things-god-wont-ask.html' title='fifteen things god won’t ask'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-1324567389371410926</id><published>2008-06-30T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:20:49.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time to share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It Is&lt;br /&gt;author: unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that you're secured with that someone. That even if the rain is pouring hard and the sky is almost dark, he'll never leave you just so you won't feel alone. Even if his friends had left him (and even if he has to be somewhere else) he'd still stay by your side, just so you won't feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to know that you have someone who'll be willing to help you cope up in every frustrations you're having. Every depressing moments, every down moments, every self-worthless-realization moments, he'd be there, not because you want someone to be with you, but because he wants to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to know when a person appreciates every little thing you do. Even a smile would mean a lot to him, just because you own that smile. And that even if no words are expressed as long as the eyes understand, you'd be able to communicate, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's overwhelming when a person tells you that he loves you for who you are. He may not have an answer when you ask him why, but really, he doesn't have to have reasons for loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more grateful to know that someone is grateful to have you. We don't choose the people who enter our lives, so it must be luck that you have that person, then you have to be thankful. It may just be coincidence or fate, but whatever the reason is, you have to be thankful in having him the same way he is thankful for having you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful feeling when you're on the verge of giving up the things you've worked hard for, someone isn't just helping you carry the weight on your shoulders, but he carries it on his own because he'd also be in pain when you are in pain. And then you'll realize, trials would all be worth it as long as you have him, not because he would do things for you, but because you gather all the strength you need, in him and his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a superb feeling when one is willing to take the risks just so you'll be happy. Unselfishness rule in him just so happiness would take over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice feeling that when you're apart, and days seem to be long, that person misses you. Yes, you might feel bad about not being with each other, but knowing that you feel the same way would drive those blues away, thinking, you'd fight over that feeling because you're looking forward to seeing each other, and that's something to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great feeling when he wants to be with you because of the happiness you have when you're together. That even if corny jokes and senseless stories are told, it won't matter as long as you're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lovely feeling when someone thinks about your future, with or without him. He cares and he cares enough to think of you and what you'll be someday. But of course, he also wants to be in it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice feeling when you can be who you really are with that person. No pretentions, no lies, no hypocrisy, because he accepts you for who you are. You can be funny, you can be embarrased, but it won't matter coz it doesn't matter to him. Trust and faith in each other keeps you alive. And it will always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that you have someone who'll not have the intentions of breaking your heart. Instead, he would be willing to mend it, picking up the broken pieces of your heart that your past love have scattered in the ground. He may not be able to put the pieces back to where they really belong, but you shouldn't mind, because he had repaired that heart of yours, and he fixed it in his own way. He loves you in his own way, not the way your past did. He fixed your heart in a different way, to keep you from feeling the pains of your past heartache and to make you feel, the love, that he's unselfishly giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great feeling when that person has every effort to let you feel what he feels for you. Because of the distractions, you may not hear him shout it to the world, but as long as you feel it, his efforts has paid off, big time. And when you feel the same way too... He'd feel as if he's the luckiest person alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... when in fact, you're more blessed to have him. &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/3240518019224670438-1324567389371410926?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/1324567389371410926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=1324567389371410926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/1324567389371410926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/1324567389371410926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is.html' title='it is'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-6476351873920815694</id><published>2008-06-30T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:11:59.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random rants'/><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'd love to write, write, and write.. but it's taxing to think what to put on. so i just babble and jabber here until my mind gives up of thinking what to scribble.. kinda baffling, right? lol. nah.. im just bored here.. &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/3240518019224670438-6476351873920815694?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/6476351873920815694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=6476351873920815694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/6476351873920815694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/6476351873920815694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-2803292128729512434</id><published>2008-06-28T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:26:21.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random rants'/><title type='text'>haven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and now.. set aside all the books.. thoughts.. evrything that's bugging me.. i need a rest.. i need to sleep.. wake up later and feed up the silent optimism.. Afterall, life is what you make it.&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/3240518019224670438-2803292128729512434?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/2803292128729512434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=2803292128729512434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/2803292128729512434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/2803292128729512434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/haven.html' title='haven'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-2255415167950631531</id><published>2008-06-28T12:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:22:39.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random rants'/><title type='text'>regrets are taboos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever I see you, I'd usually have this second thought, asking myself What if i never allowed that to happen? Regrets. Nah, only another way of looking at it. What i did was wrong. I knew it from the start. But i let it happen. I've always wanted that, to be like that. I believe i was washed away by my emotions at that particular moment. Speaking of emotions, was it really that? Or another thing? Could be. Probably have been. Hell, I guess you're having an idea of what I actually did. Unfortunately. Geez. Just a thought of it, like brutally cutting me across, piercing every single tissue in my body. Yeah i know, i wanted that to happen, even way before. But now, everything's just so different. And i mean, so much different.. That was not suppose to happen. I should have not let it. I'm facing the consequences. I'm not afraid though. But it could have not been. Friendship, trust, companionship. Slowly, quietly fading away. I need to work on it. Try to put eveything in their right places. Effort. Believe that friendship will prevail. &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/3240518019224670438-2255415167950631531?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/2255415167950631531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=2255415167950631531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/2255415167950631531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/2255415167950631531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/regrets-are-taboos.html' title='regrets are taboos'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-7888017243638475754</id><published>2008-06-27T23:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:22:07.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random rants'/><title type='text'>pondering on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i just finished watching a movie [intended not to present the movie title] as i was keeping tract with the story, i then realized something.. which are existing in a real scenario, not just of that in the movie per se.. i'm actually talking about my self. Geez! I could relate to the main actress [NOT that i wanted to be on her place lol].. I MEAN, i've learned to as much as possible avoid the "taboos" in a relationship--that is, boy and girl relationship.. Are there such? &lt;span dragover="true"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dragover="true"&gt;h well, there are for me and i don't expect anyone of you to buy my opinions/realizations...&lt;/span&gt;Or maybe my cognition and perception of the situations shown in the movie have gone way too far..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  dragover="true" style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I am to share them anyway.. Here, im gonna enumerate as i ponder on all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When two persons don't want to talk about something, it may be because of two things--it just means nothing or it's everything.&lt;br /&gt;2. At the moment you know there is something wrong, don't (as much as possible) let another day pass by without talking about it. An open communication is very much important.&lt;br /&gt;3. When you know you aren't gonna say any good (whenever one's angry or something), then just don't say anything. Better to keep silent. Divert you attention. Wait until everything's "cool".&lt;br /&gt;4. Be careful of anything that comes out of your mouth. Think first before uttering even a word. Because sometimes, we tend to say things based on our emotions at that particular moment.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't conclude in a wrong light. That won't get the situation any better.&lt;br /&gt;6. Marriage is companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i could actually work on them..personally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240518019224670438-7888017243638475754?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/7888017243638475754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=7888017243638475754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/7888017243638475754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/7888017243638475754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/pondering-on.html' title='pondering on'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-1850323774814049261</id><published>2008-06-27T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:22:22.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time to share'/><title type='text'>love speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Somebody once told me that "finding the right person is very hard and very wrong…it is best to be the right person for the one you love and start from there…you'll always end up disappointed when you set standards and define a "right person" for you…and don't rush things coz somewhere, somehow, God is preparing somebody for you. Don't be in a hurry to get into a relationship because you can never find love if you insist that you are already into it. Try to find time to really understand your real feelings, to know who you really are, and what you want in a relationship. You're right, there's no such thing as a "perfect relationship," but there is a compatible partnership that goes along with it. If you already knew that you're too big to fit into a small-sized t-shirt, don't give it a try. You'll probably break it and pay for the damages you have made. If you knew and felt that the relationship will not last, don't go deeper into it. You'll just suffer the consequences and live like hell for the rest of your life. It's really hard to say goodbye though, but you can't make it any better by pretending you still have the same feelings. Try to let go and give yourself a chance to live life to the fullest. Give yourself a chance to grow and give your heart a much-needed attention. Then, you will find that you have made the right decisions and you made it all by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We call it love when we can't leave someone and see them crying as we try to let go. We are wrong, it's just pity…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We call it love when we're too attached and think that losing the one we love will somehow make us weak and unable to face the storms of life. We misunderstood; it's just that we're too dependent on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We call it love when we give our whole life to them, the wholeness of us and imagined that if they leave, no one would accept our past and us. We are mistaken, it's just insecurity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But no matter what the definition is, the truth still remains that, love isn't something you can buy or beg. It is real and existing. You can't touch it but you can feel it in your heart. You can't find it, but it will knock when you least expect it to come. It can make you the happiest soul in earth, but don't forget that it can also make you the most miserable person in the whole galaxy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ill remains that, love isn't something you can buy or beg. It is real and existing. You can't touch it but you can feel it in your heart. You can't find it, but it will knock when you least expect it to come. It can make you the happiest soul in earth, but don't forget that it can also make you the most miserable person in the whole galaxy."&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/3240518019224670438-1850323774814049261?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/1850323774814049261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=1850323774814049261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/1850323774814049261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/1850323774814049261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-speaks.html' title='love speaks'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-2704678003718567723</id><published>2008-06-26T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:23:47.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random rants'/><title type='text'>unveiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;-Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persons as we are, we tend to judge ourselves based on the good times we had and the countless wonders in our hands. We think of all the things we wished and actually have. I'm not saying that shouldn't be. But come to think of it. Is that really what measures our character? Somehow, maybe.. Now, come think of the bad times, of the challenges we faced. During challenges, the situation presses us as hard as it could go. These are the times when we get to know ourselves more, what we are capable of thinking and doing.. And these are the times, when we then are given chances to unveil the deepest "us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240518019224670438-2704678003718567723?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/2704678003718567723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=2704678003718567723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/2704678003718567723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/2704678003718567723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/unveiling.html' title='unveiling'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-2915206179085354401</id><published>2008-06-24T11:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:24:42.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ingon sa baye ug laki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A repost from a friend.. haha funny jud ni.. cenxa to those who don't understand bisaya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said... (Matud pa sa Chics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. kamong mga laki, kung mo tan-aw gani ang mga babae sa inyo, ayaw pod pag feeling2x nga naka angay mi nu? maka turn off na sha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. kung mag ask gani mo date, ayaw kayu mo ngisi nga mura nag maniac tan-awon kay mahadlok pod baya mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. kung mo sabay gani mo sa amo, pagsinina pod mog tarong dili nang murag tambay... para mo samot mig ka in lab ninyo bah...pamulbos gamay, pangkolon gamay... panudlay gamay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. kung manguyab na gani mo, ayaw ug sulti nga "pwede ko manguyab nimo? or naa koy chance?" kay kung tubagon namo na, mura nag gisugot mo namo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. kung sugton na gani mo namo, taronga pod mi oi... dili kay biyaan na lang, usahay himuon pang sulugoon... maid inyong gipangita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. do not forget to remind us that you love us... para kiligon sad mi panagsa...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ayaw mog pangita ug lain kay wa nay lami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. kung makigbulag na gani mo, ayaw ninyo ingna ang girl nga "you're just nothing to me now, understand!" hehehe... sakit baya nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.ayaw pud ninyo hulata nga kami mouna ug pansin ninyo if ever magkita ta somewhere hah... mao ra to...walay masuko...pildi ang maglagot...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said...&lt;br /&gt;Para sa mga babae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kung muingon mi nga gwapa ka, ayaw dayon tubag ug "atik!"...Panagsa ra mi mu dayeg ug gwapa...obyusleh, kung gitawag ka nga "gwapa" naa jud mi enteres nimo...kinsa man sad kuno ang tarong nga laki tawagon kang "bati'g nawong!" atubangan sa kadaghanan...Di kaha mi katilaw ug plying kick ana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mangutana gani mi kung kanus-a imong RD (rest day) ug kung abelabol ba ka ana, kana nagpasabot kung pwede ba ka ma detdet (DATE ba sa iningles)...ayaw sab mi baraha kay mangutana lagi mi nimu ug strait...amo lang gityming-tyming kay mauwawon man sab tawon mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kung nakabantay na ka nga nagsige na mi ug sunod-sunod nimo, maka-baynte na mi ug grit nimo gud morning, or ikaw nalang pirmi tagdon, makig dungan ug uli bisan nort ug sawt, langit ug lupa ang gilay-on sa atong balay wid matching "Ako lang dala sa imo tings beh!", kana ganahan jud mi nimo... Pero sa pirmi natong kinuyog ug detdet&lt;br /&gt;(DATE sa iningles pa), ayaw sab pangutana ug dali-dali "Wat r we?" or sa binisaya pa, "Unsa man jud diay ta?"... Inahak, makulbaan baya sab mi gamay ... we also feel a bit presyur...Kalma lang gud...musulti lagi mi in dyu taym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kung kahibawo na jud ka nga ganahan mi nimo kay nisulti na man jud mi (hala ka!) Ayaw sad sige hisgot sa imo Ex-boypren oi...its hurt man sad...not unlis kung nisturya ka sa panahong gigukod siya sa inyong IRO nga nisutoy siya ug dagan kay por syur I will lap wid u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hangyo lang sad, kung nakakita ka sa imong crush o di ba kaha nakakita ka ug laki nga purting gwapoha, ayaw sad panguhit namo, "Gwapo kaayo siya noh?" Hala plis! Laki intawon mi ug dili pud mi kiligon sa imong crush... Masuko ra ba mo kung mu comentaryo mi, "Gwapo pa man akong lolo ana!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sa panahon nga mag-date na tah, por syur kami man jud gasto, be konsyus wid yor dayet ha para konsyus pud mi sa among bulsa...kung kada adlaw na ta date ug nakabantay mo nga chippy ug tubig na lang among gi-order, KKB na ta hah...salamat sa pagsabot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. But op cors labaw sa tanan, ayaw kayu ni ninyo siryusuha kay basin mu comentaryo mo, mapikon mo ug ibalik ni ninyo nako, Dyok dyok ra ni oi...dalang tinoud...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pero kung dili na jud madala kay naglagot jud mong mga babaye ani...Iporward sa tanang babaye nga kaila ninyo nga wala pa makabasa... Pag porma dayon mo ug grupo nga Gabriella (lugar chapter ninyo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sa mga lalake, kalingawi lang ni ninyo ug porward pero ayaw sa inyong naibgan&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/3240518019224670438-2915206179085354401?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/2915206179085354401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=2915206179085354401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/2915206179085354401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/2915206179085354401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/ingon-sa-baye-ug-laki.html' title='ingon sa baye ug laki'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-7252416692717799975</id><published>2008-06-19T13:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:24:52.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random rants'/><title type='text'>study harder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i actually planned to make a blog entry everyday.. ugh it's been three days since i made the previous one.. waa it turns out it's not as easy as i thought it was.. well, anything new? uhm nothing to write on i think.. ahh yeah i remember haha.. i'm already having my review classes for the board.. still adjusting to the time sched 5-9pm from monday to friday..there's nothing wrong with the reviewer anyway, she's doing pretty well.. it's just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes i get sleepy in the middle of the lecture..when i just find myself staring blankly at the powerpoint presentation ahaha..but i still listen, i guess. (.^__^.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my self-review pace. i barely read only about 2 chapters in Kozier.. hoo i still don't feel the pressure of really studying hard.. but I KNOW I NEED TO.. i don't wanna cram.. i don't wanna waste my time.. i wanna be productive.. but they are all just in my head! i can't put them into actions.. poor me.. help anyone? T_T wee it's ok,, everything is under my mighty control nyahaha :) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh by the way.. tomorrow's gonna be a BIG day.. it's the 20th of the month! weeh.. plus i'll be fetching up kuya at the airport anytime tomorrow yeyey!..the few following days will not be the same "regular days". &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/3240518019224670438-7252416692717799975?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/7252416692717799975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=7252416692717799975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/7252416692717799975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/7252416692717799975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-actually-planned-to-make-blog-entry.html' title='study harder'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-2803914957598321903</id><published>2008-06-16T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:25:17.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time to share'/><title type='text'>subconscious mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember when you were in a place where there were several conversations going on at once? Like in a supermarket or somewhere else. They might have sounded like a mass of background noise, right? However, suppose there was someone in one of those conversations mentioned your name, remember having focused on that particular person? How did you know someone said your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just read from an article, "Your subconscious mind is listening to&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; every&lt;/span&gt; conversation &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;at the same time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Woah! Amazing isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is perhaps a reason why you can sometimes just know something. Your subconscious mind has absorbed it without you consciously being aware :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&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/3240518019224670438-2803914957598321903?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/2803914957598321903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=2803914957598321903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/2803914957598321903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/2803914957598321903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/subconscious-mind.html' title='subconscious mind'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-3803760231718728589</id><published>2008-06-16T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:26:14.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random rants'/><title type='text'>kuya dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Elooo Ghing,&lt;br /&gt;At long last bakasyon n sad jud ko ko! It has been 4 yrs. since I last visited Phil. I am soooooooooo excited to see ya! And off course i will be there in dumaguete first before i will go to GenSan. What do you prepare for me? Syempre dapat naay little party kay mo-uli gud si kuya di ba? I'm really excited n, can't sleep, can't wait to be there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you ALL!!! take care always! God Bless!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~wooot im so freakin' excited! im gonna see my kuya again in two days! ive not seen him for three long years! watda!..we gotta lots of catching up to do..see you really soon kuya!~&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/3240518019224670438-3803760231718728589?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/3803760231718728589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=3803760231718728589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/3803760231718728589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/3803760231718728589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/kuya-dear.html' title='kuya dear'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-6607096475992190128</id><published>2008-06-16T07:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:35:08.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random rants'/><title type='text'>looking ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's Monday and I know it's gonna be a long day. We will have our devotion at SU church and orientation for review classes this morning, and class meeting at the afternoon. Oh well, I'm just thinking.. It's going to be the start of "school days" and I'm back to there's-so-much-to-do days.. I need to feel the energy YEAH! &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. gotta go..chao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240518019224670438-6607096475992190128?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/6607096475992190128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=6607096475992190128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/6607096475992190128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/6607096475992190128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/looking-ahead.html' title='looking ahead'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-3680878484693526527</id><published>2008-06-15T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:35:43.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random rants'/><title type='text'>again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;...And again, im damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing to do.. just here in my room..not bothering the humming ac..browsing the net for something interesting..for something to add on my memory bank...waiting for my eyes to get really fuckin' tired before i doze off.. coz if i lie on bed, i won't surely fall asleep right away.. it's just that i don't want to think about anything related to my current personal concerns, mainly because of what happened earlier tonight..Urgh just a thought of it makes me feel so sick.. so desperate.. yeah there is always a light at the end of the tunnel, i know..&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/3240518019224670438-3680878484693526527?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/3680878484693526527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=3680878484693526527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/3680878484693526527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/3680878484693526527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/again.html' title='again'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-6129714383344630891</id><published>2008-06-15T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:35:39.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time to share'/><title type='text'>10 Child Commandments To Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic" align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~just read it somewhere. just want to share this with you guys.. i find it nice and worth-pondering on ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My hands are small; please don't expect perfection whenever I make a bed, draw a picture or throw a ball. My legs are short; please slow down so that I can keep up with you. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;2. My eyes have not seen the world as yours have; please let me explore safely. Don't restrict me unnecessarily. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;3. Housework will always be there. I'm only little for a short time, please take time to explain things to me about this wonderful world and do so willingly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;4. My feelings are tender; please be sensitive to my needs. Don't nag me all day long. ( You wouldn't want to be nagged for your inquisitiveness). Treat me as you would like to be treated. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;5. I am a special gift from God; please treasure me as God intended you to do, holding me accountable for my actions, giving me guidelines to live by and disciplining me in a loving manner. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;6. I need your encouragement to grow. Please go easy on the criticism; remember, you can criticize the things I do without criticizing me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;7. Please give me the freedom to make decisions concerning myself. Permit me to fail, so that I can learn from my mistakes. Then someday I'll be prepared to make the kinds of decisions that life requires of me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;8. Please don't do things over for me. Somehow that makes me feel that my efforts didn't quite measure up to your expectations. I know it's hard, but please don't try to compare me to my brother or sister. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" align="justify"&gt;9. Please don't be afraid to leave for a weekend together. Kids need vacations from parents, just as parents need vacations from kids. Besides, it's a great way to show us kids that your marriage is very special. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;10. Please take me to Sunday School and church regularly, setting a good example for me to follow. I enjoy learning more about God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240518019224670438-6129714383344630891?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/6129714383344630891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=6129714383344630891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/6129714383344630891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/6129714383344630891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-child-commandments-to-parents.html' title='10 Child Commandments To Parents'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240518019224670438.post-5852638747298183291</id><published>2008-06-15T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:35:57.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random rants'/><title type='text'>hello blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah.Just made my blogspot account.. Isn't it great? *Applause* LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope it's easier for me to do this write-and-write thing so I can scribble all my thoughts in. I'm not feeling really that good this very moment..And thought of putting on all the chaos in my head into words but i just can't..maybe i'll do it some other time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&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/3240518019224670438-5852638747298183291?l=ilabduna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/feeds/5852638747298183291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240518019224670438&amp;postID=5852638747298183291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/5852638747298183291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240518019224670438/posts/default/5852638747298183291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilabduna.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-blogger.html' title='hello blogger'/><author><name>duna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14079422690329108010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wj9vn64q7PQ/SbgKdKWxLhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuGCFK2M3EQ/S220/DSC08779.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
