<?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-1021889076365494712</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:29:32.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close, but not quite there...yet</title><subtitle type='html'>Beliefs, thoughts and revelations of a restless and insatiable soul.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></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-1021889076365494712.post-6990307128678407946</id><published>2007-08-27T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:58:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Says You Cant Go Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It doesn´t matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;Doesn´t matter where you go&lt;br /&gt;If it´s a million miles aways or just a mile up the road&lt;br /&gt;Take it in&lt;br /&gt;Take it with you when you go&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can´t go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJ2XvlGZhJ3Lz5WanVHbw91NwETZv8mcuI2bpRWd0NnL3d3d/Bon%2520Jovi%2520-%2520Who%2520Says%2520You%2520Cant%2520Go%2520Home%2520%2528Ra%2520%2528Pop%2529%25202006.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#009966;button:#999999;player_text:#FF00FF;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-6990307128678407946?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/6990307128678407946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=6990307128678407946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/6990307128678407946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/6990307128678407946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-says-you-cant-go-home.html' title='Who Says You Cant Go Home'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-4898347352809846454</id><published>2007-08-22T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:59:25.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Cant I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Got your ticket&lt;br /&gt;Got your suitcase&lt;br /&gt;Got your leaving smile&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I could say that's the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;And I could pretend&lt;br /&gt;And you won't know&lt;br /&gt;That I was lying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFCCFF" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZuUWZyZmLu9Gdz5WZmJHZ/Phil%2520Collins%2520-%2520Cant%2520Stop%2520Loving%2520You.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FFCCFF;border:#000000;button:#009900;player_text:#686868;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yo! You know who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This one's for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-4898347352809846454?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/4898347352809846454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=4898347352809846454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/4898347352809846454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/4898347352809846454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-cant-i.html' title='Why Cant I?'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-5434234771394660513</id><published>2007-04-30T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T17:07:41.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Angels Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;~ Jessica Riddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've found hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've found faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Found how fast she could take it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Found true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now you don't know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She made it easy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Made it free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Made you hurt til you couldn't see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes it stops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes it flows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But baby that is how love goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You will fly and you will crawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;God knows even angels fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No such thing as you lost it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;God knows even angels fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a secret no one tells &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day it's heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day it's hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's no fairy tale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take it from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the way it's supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You laugh, you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one knows why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Behold the thrill of it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're on the ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You might as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;dedicated to an &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"angel"&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-5434234771394660513?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/5434234771394660513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=5434234771394660513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/5434234771394660513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/5434234771394660513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2007/04/even-angels-fall.html' title='Even Angels Fall'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-2037084387399030379</id><published>2007-03-03T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:00:52.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Up, Sun Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know your face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've seen it many times before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yours is the face that overwhelms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my thoughts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my dreams. &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;But now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am wishing you away. &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'll put out the silent spark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and let it fade with the dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll extinguish the fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and let you fade out into the setting sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a moment's time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will feel the cold summer's breeze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;touch my numb face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as the stillness of the early night sets in&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-2037084387399030379?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/2037084387399030379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=2037084387399030379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/2037084387399030379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/2037084387399030379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2007/03/sun-up-sun-down_03.html' title='Sun Up, Sun Down'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-375138711828199503</id><published>2007-03-03T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T13:10:32.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knows? ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe if you try to ask me once and for all to hold on just a little bit longer, I just might do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-375138711828199503?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/375138711828199503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=375138711828199503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/375138711828199503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/375138711828199503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2007/03/who-knows-maybe-if-you-try-to-ask-me.html' title='Who knows? ...'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-7521426196992745748</id><published>2007-02-22T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T17:01:22.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is it that all of a sudden, my "had-been" and some "should-have-beens" show up unexpectedly with their lady loves while the one man who has my heart is so, so far away?&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;Must be Father Time jolting me back to consciousness.&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;"Time check!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-7521426196992745748?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/7521426196992745748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=7521426196992745748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/7521426196992745748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/7521426196992745748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2007/02/time-check.html' title='Time Check'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-6371294767563175999</id><published>2007-02-19T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:43:27.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Way Back Into Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saw the movie "Music and Lyrics" with my besty, Tin, over the weekend. Funny, relaxing movie, beautiful songs. We both loved the movie. Hugh Grant is so sexy... and he can actually sing! Whoever thought that he can pull off that role is a genius. &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 like most of the songs from the movie but I'm singling out the song, "Way Back Into Love". The words mirror my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need 'em again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-6371294767563175999?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/6371294767563175999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=6371294767563175999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/6371294767563175999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/6371294767563175999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2007/02/way-back-into-love.html' title='A Way Back Into Love'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-8060523874366914327</id><published>2007-02-12T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:06:13.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gibberish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is oftentimes lumpy or sharp-edged. Much like the shape of the heart, one side choppy, the other side pointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;That.&lt;br /&gt;Means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's no big deal, actually. I'm just loosing my mind. You can probably tell by what you're reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do. I. Care?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-8060523874366914327?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/8060523874366914327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=8060523874366914327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/8060523874366914327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/8060523874366914327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2007/02/gibberish.html' title='Gibberish'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-1191997029477635562</id><published>2007-02-02T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:04:57.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reflections &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.herby.ro%2FeCommerce%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2F04.Christina%20Aguilera%20-%20Reflections%20%28Mulan%20Pop%20Remix%29%20%281%29.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#F8F8F8;border:#BBBBBB;button:#00CC00;player_text:#FF00FF;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#F8F8F8" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;You may think you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who I really am&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never know me&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;It's as if i play a part&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, if I wear a mask&lt;br /&gt;I can fool the world&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot fool my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff00;"&gt;One day, I awoke from a deep, deep sleep and found out that all my masks were gone. I looked for them everywhere but I could not find them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff00;"&gt;My masks! How can I go out into this world without those masks I have fashioned for most of my emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff00;"&gt;I searched outside and the rays of the morning sun, high in the sky, streamed down my maskless face. I looked up in reaction and closed my eyes as its mild heat brought warmth and purpose to my being. At that moment, the most unexpected and incredible occurred, rousing my spirit. And I knew instantly that it is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff00;"&gt;Now, I am maskless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff00;"&gt;I am at peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-1191997029477635562?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/1191997029477635562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=1191997029477635562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/1191997029477635562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/1191997029477635562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2007/02/reflections.html' title='Limn'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-4462102275446343736</id><published>2007-01-17T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:04:30.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aside from making New Year's resolutions and contemplating the past year, it is also common during the start of the year for some of us to make decisions. I know a lot of people who go through this process every year. It seems that after reviewing the previous year, we have seen an aspect in our lives that we consider incomplete and we want to make it our goal for the coming year to make up and to prioritize. These are usually not the "small stuff" decisions but the tough ones that are life changing. The decision-making process can be intimidating, time-consuming and painstakingly difficult especially if we are left with options of "seemingly" equal weight. But this is so much better than having no option at all. I should know. I've been to both sides of the road. But as a year-starter, I have made mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the better choice? Which will complete me? Is it Tom Cruise or Jerry Maguirre? The answer is quite obvious, you may say. You really think? It's not the same for me. It's not the same for everyone, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the choices we make. I believe that it is what made our differences. Our choices. Throughout our lifetime, I believe that somehow, originally, we all have the same sets of hopes, problems and aches, only in different forms. In the same way, we are also presented with the same sets of choices. Through our lifetime, too, because of how we were raised, the circumstances in our lives which are also the result of the choices made by the people around us and the genes we received from our parents and some other things I cannot think of right now, we act and choose differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, too, that there are no wrong choices because life is a learning process. As long as we get to our goals no matter how long. As long as we learn how to get there. It shouldn't matter. Besides, I don't really believe in regrets. All my experiences, even those that didn't turn out the way I wanted them to, I honestly believe they were all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I'm a little confused about my details right now, but my mind is clear on the more important ones. I can assure you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-4462102275446343736?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/4462102275446343736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=4462102275446343736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/4462102275446343736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/4462102275446343736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2007/01/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-8189646743805189809</id><published>2006-12-31T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:21:29.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gw7kbxplV0/RZetycL6yWI/AAAAAAAAABs/fEDW7P0OuwE/s1600-h/four+main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014667792171583842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gw7kbxplV0/RZetycL6yWI/AAAAAAAAABs/fEDW7P0OuwE/s320/four+main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What am I doing on New Year's Eve surfing the net? Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I happen to be addicted to the new Korean telenovela, Princess Hours, being shown Mondays through Thursdays on ABS-CBN and I am getting as much information as I can about it. I am so anxious to know how's it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gw7kbxplV0/RZevdsL6yZI/AAAAAAAAACE/3g04spcbOqo/s1600-h/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014669634712553874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gw7kbxplV0/RZevdsL6yZI/AAAAAAAAACE/3g04spcbOqo/s200/main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;going to end and who's going to end up with whom. The scenes I've watched so far are so funny and cute. I've been downloading pictures for an hour already. (wahehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The four-some is trivial. Janelle is so lovable and Troy is to-die-for!!! Although I prefer Prince Troy over Prince Gian, I think I am going to love this romantic-comedy and I am making it a habit to be at home even if I have to move heaven and earth. Too bad, I was not able to watch the pilot episode. I'm sure there will be a replay. If not, I hope there are DVD's available in the market already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-8189646743805189809?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/8189646743805189809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=8189646743805189809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/8189646743805189809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/8189646743805189809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2006/12/princess-hours.html' title='Princess Hours'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gw7kbxplV0/RZetycL6yWI/AAAAAAAAABs/fEDW7P0OuwE/s72-c/four+main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-7324449503067638722</id><published>2006-12-18T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:02:42.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To fly...&lt;br /&gt;Spread these futile wings anew&lt;br /&gt;And soar up high towards my sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel...&lt;br /&gt;The blowing wind&lt;br /&gt;The downwash behind the lead's wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To welcome...&lt;br /&gt;The scorching sun&lt;br /&gt;The pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;The solitude of the forest&lt;br /&gt;The company of a flock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To once again&lt;br /&gt;take a sip of freedom days&lt;br /&gt;long gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-7324449503067638722?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/7324449503067638722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=7324449503067638722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/7324449503067638722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/7324449503067638722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-would-love.html' title='I Would Love'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-6991985111157403958</id><published>2006-12-17T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T15:13:18.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Be Surprised What You Can Handle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two major storms passed through recently. I got over the first one in no time at all. It was anticipated, after all. Still, it is quite a blow. It's not the actual experience that is jolting but the details of the incident. I have proven two important points though:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;em&gt;God's delays are never God's denials&lt;/em&gt;. Up until that time, I have taken it for granted that I've been forgotten. It's funny how life's events unfold to show us the wisdom in His plans. When God does not give us what we want, it is because what we want is not the best for us.&lt;br /&gt;2) Although I know little about this person, I have come to admire the person even more. Because it takes a lot of courage to accept and embrace being yourself especially when our society dictates or labels that "who we are" is not right. Here's to those who are different, those who do not accept the available boxes and pigeon holes and who won't give up their identity or dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the second storm, I have to congratulate myself for being human. And one day, I know I will see the comic strip behind this disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see another storm coming and I'm bracing myself. This time, it's for me to decide. Two equally weighty options. One daunting task. I hope I decide for the best. Not only for everyone involved but primarily for myself. So, goodluck to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-6991985111157403958?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/6991985111157403958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=6991985111157403958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/6991985111157403958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/6991985111157403958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2006/12/youll-be-surprised-what-you-can-handle.html' title='You&apos;ll Be Surprised What You Can Handle'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-6296375246373422669</id><published>2006-12-11T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:21:29.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reason to Come Home... and Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;First of all, this post is long overdue. Thanks very much to our internet account in GT which was blocked because I've been itching to post since Tuesday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh...well.  Here's the nice part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce, Aeon Miguel Mar, my first ever nephew in the history of mankind. =) He was born between 11 to 12 in the morning on December 4, Year of the Dog by Caesarian section. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby Aeon at 5 days old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gw7kbxplV0/RYETLuO4gYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/46FtgMYlvO0/s1600-h/1209a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008305352722645378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gw7kbxplV0/RYETLuO4gYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/46FtgMYlvO0/s320/1209a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby Aeon at 6 days old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gw7kbxplV0/RYETx-O4gaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jkRb6bmeD4Y/s1600-h/1210a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008306009852641698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gw7kbxplV0/RYETx-O4gaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jkRb6bmeD4Y/s320/1210a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Little Aeon at 7 days old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gw7kbxplV0/RYEUReO4gcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/otBfVyhfAu8/s1600-h/1211b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008306551018521026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gw7kbxplV0/RYEUReO4gcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/otBfVyhfAu8/s320/1211b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone thinks that he totally takes after my brother but I think that he got his eyes from Kim, my sister-in-law. Anyways, it's still too early to tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't he adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I could not recall one moment in my existence when I was envious of my brother. But today, while I was holding little Aeon in my arms for the first time and smelling his sweet baby scent, I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-6296375246373422669?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/6296375246373422669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=6296375246373422669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/6296375246373422669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/6296375246373422669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-reason-to-come-home-and-stay.html' title='Another Reason to Come Home... and Stay'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gw7kbxplV0/RYETLuO4gYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/46FtgMYlvO0/s72-c/1209a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-6054698671066677958</id><published>2006-12-07T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:19:23.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomasino Po!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tagged again by Daei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reminiscing USTe moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. San building mo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Martin de Porres (Medicine bldg) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2. Course mo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BS Nursing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Center of excellence ba yun? &lt;strong&gt;Duh? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best nursing school in the country??? (at least, during our time) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4. Nakagulong ka na ba sa main field? &lt;strong&gt;Sa may Grandstand ba yun? Di. Pero dun ko nakita si Pope John Paul II. Yup, Tomasino na ako nung time na yun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5. Anong masasabi mo sa bagong fountain sa USTe? &lt;strong&gt;Meron ba? Di pa nakakabalik. 5 years na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6. Nakapag-internet ka na ba sa Central Lib? &lt;strong&gt;Di ko na po inabutan yun.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Nag-friendster ka? &lt;strong&gt;Ang kulit! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;8. Nakakain ka na ba sa lahat ng kainan sa Carpark? &lt;strong&gt;Sa harap ba ito ng UST Hospital? Meron ba kainan dun? Nag park lang kami noon. Pinaalis pa ng guard. (Bawal daw kasi mag stay sa loob ng car. hehe) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9. Kumakain ka rin ba sa may Dapitan? &lt;strong&gt;Oo naman. Sa may D' Sizzling (ata, di ko sure) at Tinapayan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10. Sinong paborito mong prof? &lt;strong&gt;Dean Maralit. Di pa sya dean nang naging Clinical Instructor ko sya. Pero cool na sya nun. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;11. Paboritong subject? &lt;strong&gt;English at Algebra. Kaya hindi ako nag practice ng pagka nurse, eh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;12. Maka-Growling Tigers ka ba? &lt;strong&gt;Tama ba namang itanong yan?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Nameet mo na ba yung players ng USTe? &lt;strong&gt;Hindi ko na meet pero meron parade after ng first sweep namin noon. (As in sweep from the first game to the finals. O di ba? ASTIG!!!) Sina Bal David, Rey Evangelista, Siot Tanquincen, Patrick Fran and Dennis Espino pa noon ang mga superheroes ng Tigers. Grabe!!! Crush na crush ko noon sina Tanquincen and Fran! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;14. Naka-akyat ka na ba sa isa sa mga puno sa Botanical Garden? &lt;strong&gt;Ni hindi sumagi sa isip ko na umakyat sa mga puno doon. Pero masarap mag stay dun kasi presko at maganda sa pandinig ang awit ng nga kulisap. Yaay! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;15. Nakapagsimba ka na ba sa simbahan dun? &lt;strong&gt;Duh! Palagi kaya me solemn investiture noon sa college namin. At lahat yata ng ocassion, preceeded by a mass. At saka sa may Sta. Catalina lang ako nag dorm. Pag di ko inabutan ang 6:30 mass sa Sta. Catalina, dun na ako nagsisimba.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. student number mo? &lt;strong&gt;92080246. Oh my gosh! Saulado ko pa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;17. Saan ka nag test ng USTET? &lt;strong&gt;Sa may Highschool building.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Mahirap ba USTET? &lt;strong&gt;Chicken, actually. I knew then and there that UST will be my alma mater. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;19. Anung org mo? &lt;strong&gt;Red Cross and Pax Romana &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;20. Masaya ba? &lt;strong&gt;No idea. Hanggang register lang kasi ako para may mailagay sa yearbook. hehe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;21. Nagkaroon na ba ng kuwenta sayo yung UST Health Services? &lt;strong&gt;Yup. Binigyan nila ako ng antibiotic for my week-old fever. Eh bigla ako nagka reaction. Ayun, dahil sa UST Health Service, nagkaroon ako ng allergy sa penicillin. Helpful di ba? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Naranasan mo na bang magpractice ng kahit ano sa grandstand? &lt;strong&gt;Ay, oo. Nagpractice ako mag volleyball doon kasi kung hindi babagsak ako sa P.E.!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Excited ka ba sa 400th year ng USTe? &lt;strong&gt;Ok lang. Balita ko merong mga bagong campuses both within and outside the country pa. Bah, asenso ah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;24. Bakit ka nag aral sa USTe? &lt;strong&gt;Dun ako pumasa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;25. Kabisado mo na ba yung UST Hymn? &lt;strong&gt;Let's see. "&lt;em&gt;God of all nations, merciful Lord of our restless being. Sweep with you golden lilies....&lt;/em&gt;" Hanggang dun lang ang natatandaan ko pero di ko sya na memorize. Masyado kasi malalim. Di ko maintindihan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;May kulang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;26. May boyfriend ka ba na seminarian? =)&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/1021889076365494712-6054698671066677958?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/6054698671066677958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=6054698671066677958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/6054698671066677958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/6054698671066677958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2006/12/tomasino-po.html' title='Tomasino Po!!!'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-1676048836965932824</id><published>2006-11-30T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:04:59.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pisces</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Who prays and serves&lt;br /&gt;and prays some more?&lt;br /&gt;And feeds the beggar at the door&lt;br /&gt;And weeps over the love lost long before?&lt;br /&gt;It is the Pisces&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.findyourfate.com/"&gt;Findyourfate.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-1676048836965932824?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/1676048836965932824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=1676048836965932824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/1676048836965932824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/1676048836965932824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2006/11/who-prays-and-serves-and-prays-some.html' title='Pisces'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-6406805240045713310</id><published>2006-11-30T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:37:07.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's-Not-A-Jerk-After-All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This realization completely threw me. Maybe he is not a jerk after all. The cold hard truth can be that he is not interested that's why the inattention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;But there's a part of me that tells me otherwise. I still want to hold on to that dream for a little while more. At the same time, I do not want to wake up one day and find out that chance has passed me by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have stumbled upon the lyrics of this song by Rascall Flatts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;What hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;was being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;and havin' so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;And watchin' you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;and never knowin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;what could've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;and not seein' that lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;is what I was trying to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Funny how I can relate to anything right now. It must be the weather. And of course, I need to blame it on something else other than myself. That can only work for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will try my best not to make another mushy post. Today, I just can't help it.&lt;/span&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/1021889076365494712-6406805240045713310?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/6406805240045713310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=6406805240045713310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/6406805240045713310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/6406805240045713310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2006/11/hes-not-jerk-after-all.html' title='He&apos;s-Not-A-Jerk-After-All'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-6695198781097525142</id><published>2006-11-27T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:40:43.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List</title><content type='html'>Christmas is upon us. Not that I believe in every detail heaped upon the Christmas story, but Christmas traditions have been celebrated for as long as any of us can remember and there's no denying the contagiously optimistic and extravagant spirit it brings. One of which is gift-giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I agree that it's the thought that counts but don't you think it would be perfect when you get the gifts that you really wish for? (Now we get to the part that I really like.) To make your gift-hunting concerns one person easier, here's a list of gift ideas just for moi: ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;below-the-knee skirt - I want a simple cut, no pompous designs. My size is small or 26"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Circles" or "First Born" paperback by Doris Mortman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DVD/VCD original copy of Ella Enchanted &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DVD/VCD original copy of the 1st or 2nd season of Gilmore Girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DVD/VCD original copy of any Boney M Christmas album&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;body pillow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;any book by the following authors: Paulo Coelho, Malcolm Gladwell, Mitch Albom, Shannon Hale&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;any book that you would recommend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the spirit of giving be with you during this season of love. READ: Dapat before 25 na receive ko na yung gift ko. hehe! Demanding!!!P.S.Daei, si Tin daw, gusto ng USTe jacket (P800)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-6695198781097525142?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/6695198781097525142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=6695198781097525142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/6695198781097525142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/6695198781097525142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas-list.html' title='Christmas List'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-4619662292979832148</id><published>2006-11-26T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:28:15.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-Still-Think-He-Is-A-Jerk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is this person who has profoundly disturbed my peace of mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still think that he is clueless after every embarassing thing I did just so he'd know. The jerk is so far removed from reality that he does not see what's right in front of him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, for the first time in a long, long while I see somewhat positive signs but no concrete evidence so far. I was told not to assume. I have learned never to assume. It could still be anything between pregnancy and dengue fever so I'm keeping my fingers crossed. But if I'd be asked what best would make my Christmas, I won't think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T I WISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-4619662292979832148?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/4619662292979832148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=4619662292979832148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/4619662292979832148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/4619662292979832148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-still-think-he-is-jerk.html' title='I-Still-Think-He-Is-A-Jerk'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-5234608645915020818</id><published>2006-11-20T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:04:07.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Match-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Got home just in time to watch the live telecast of the Pacquaio-Morales 'Grand Finale' show down.  I have only one thing to say about that match-up.  That is a rather malnourished-looking man inside the boxing ring fighting our very own Pacman.  My heart almost went out to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-5234608645915020818?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/5234608645915020818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=5234608645915020818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/5234608645915020818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/5234608645915020818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2006/11/match-up.html' title='Match-up'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-340878313940085592</id><published>2006-11-17T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:33:36.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The Charles Schulz Principle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mrs. Fajota&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mrs. Salvador&lt;/span&gt; - my Grade V and Grade VI advisers, respectively, who have diligently prepared us for highschool life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mrs. Acayan&lt;/span&gt; - former highschool principal, who is a walking library of practical knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sta. Catalina roommates, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Arnie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lizette&lt;/span&gt; - They took me to the hospital when I had allergic reactions to penicillin the day before the first day of midterms exam. If my memory serves me right, I was then so afraid of the intravenous injection I had to ask one of them to hold my hands right before the procedure was done. They took turns watching over me while reviewing until my mother arrived from the province.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt; - My sister. She can be very sensible when necessary like when I was nursing a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tin&lt;/span&gt; - What we have gone through and what we're still going through is like the first twenty minutes of Saving Private Ryan (a daily battle ground) and so far we are still surviving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Papa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt; - family values&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ate Hilda&lt;/span&gt; - The body is the temple of the Holy Spirit. Respect it and heed its warning signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mimie&lt;/span&gt; - the value of saving, proper timing and the right connections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mrs. Trinidad&lt;/span&gt; - work values&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bo Sanchez&lt;/span&gt; - to "Live simply so that other's may simply live."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mrs. Olivia Ferry&lt;/span&gt; - former country manager of IMS Health Philippines where I used to work and president of Zonta International. Although I cannot prove it, I am certain I did not win the Little Mermaid tickets by chance. She made that happen.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, there's this guy... (i'm keeping my fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Micca&lt;/span&gt; - When I'm with her, I feel young and carefree again. She is my three-year-old companion whenever I'm home, my one-man barkada in Castillejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bunny&lt;/span&gt; - She's been working in Ireland for three years already and I miss going out with her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tin&lt;/span&gt; - When it's the 15th or the end of the month and we are together, our salaries go 'poof'. What we do together? We pig-out, we try on dresses, shoes and stuff, we watch movies until the wee hours of the morning and we hang out in Powerbooks until we are asked to leave. (Sinabi na kasing bawal mag pictorial, eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now, I'm tagging Tin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1021889076365494712-340878313940085592?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/340878313940085592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=340878313940085592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/340878313940085592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/340878313940085592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2006/11/tagged-by-daei.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021889076365494712.post-5670810511618938141</id><published>2006-11-14T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:27:22.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Mai... test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2488/124742318892272/1600/Roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;test post&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;Oops! Lady bug, workaholic and idiot...&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;Do I have to remind myself again that working while playing makes for a very dull day and a very perplexed state of mind? This post (Ugh! where's the Title control?!#) and that statement just proved itself right, eh? Meaning I need to go home now (it's almost eleven) and somehow I realize that this is not how I imagined my first Blogger post to be.&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;What the heck! Shit happens. Get used to 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/1021889076365494712-5670810511618938141?l=cosmic-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/5670810511618938141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1021889076365494712&amp;postID=5670810511618938141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/5670810511618938141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021889076365494712/posts/default/5670810511618938141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic-spot.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-mai-test.html' title='Hello, Mai... test'/><author><name>~ Mai ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11285880354631021362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='15' src='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p318/MilynMar/milyn-2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
