<?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-2332515540140660026</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:34:05.282-08:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='poem'/><category term='short story'/><category term='pain'/><category term='song'/><category term='heartaches'/><category term='love'/><category term='past'/><category term='relationship to GOD'/><category term='religious'/><category term='life'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>Abstract Mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332515540140660026.post-2804557475533434355</id><published>2011-02-03T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:50:13.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I don't want to miss you</title><content type='html'>Here I am&lt;br /&gt;thinking of our past&lt;br /&gt;thinking of the good times&lt;br /&gt;missing all the fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;looking at your pictures&lt;br /&gt;looking at our pictures&lt;br /&gt;missing your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;reading all your past messages&lt;br /&gt;reading your writings&lt;br /&gt;missing our conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;thinking things I already forgot&lt;br /&gt;looking at the face I already forgot&lt;br /&gt;reading messages I already deleted&lt;br /&gt;missing the one I loved so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332515540140660026-2804557475533434355?l=miei-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/2804557475533434355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332515540140660026&amp;postID=2804557475533434355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Red Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This song reminds me a situation in my past... where I build a better relationship with GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand&lt;br /&gt;Empty hands&lt;br /&gt;Wishing my wrists were bleeding&lt;br /&gt;To stop the pain from the beatings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you stood&lt;br /&gt;Holding me&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to notice you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who are you&lt;br /&gt;You are the truth (you are the truth)&lt;br /&gt;Outscreaming these lies&lt;br /&gt;You are the truth (you are the truth)&lt;br /&gt;Saving my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Melts my frostbitten spirit&lt;br /&gt;You speak the truth and I hear it&lt;br /&gt;The words are I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I have to believe in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who are you&lt;br /&gt;You are the truth (you are the truth)&lt;br /&gt;Outscreaming these lies&lt;br /&gt;You are the truth (you are the truth)&lt;br /&gt;Saving my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are open&lt;br /&gt;And you are filling them&lt;br /&gt;Hands in the air&lt;br /&gt;In the air, in the air, in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I worship&lt;br /&gt;And I worship&lt;br /&gt;And I worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the truth (you are the truth)&lt;br /&gt;Outscreaming these lies&lt;br /&gt;You are the truth (you are the truth)&lt;br /&gt;Saving my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332515540140660026-5144454221996505316?l=miei-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/5144454221996505316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332515540140660026&amp;postID=5144454221996505316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/5144454221996505316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/5144454221996505316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/2010/03/red-sam.html' title='Red Sam'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02693649047879268632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332515540140660026.post-1061375425899038129</id><published>2010-03-25T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:57:54.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Paanu Mahalin ang Katulad Mo</title><content type='html'>a Gary Granada song... Cooki Chua has a version of this song too.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko maikakaila ang pag-aalala&lt;br /&gt;Na sa tuwi-tuwina'y dala-dala&lt;br /&gt;Nangangamba, nangangamba&lt;br /&gt;Na baka mapahamak ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat sarilinin ko na lang&lt;br /&gt;Kayrami-rami mong pasan-pasan&lt;br /&gt;Baka lalo ka pang mabibigatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itatago ko ang aking kaba&lt;br /&gt;At ikukubli ang pangangamba&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sa dilim&lt;br /&gt;Ay napapansin mo ang takot ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dinadaing ko'y para sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Ang unti-unting matutunan ko&lt;br /&gt;Paano mahalin&lt;br /&gt;Paano mahalin ang katulad mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko maikakaila ang pag-aalala&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit di ba mas mahalaga&lt;br /&gt;Ang dinggin ka, intindihin ka&lt;br /&gt;Samahan ka sa bawat pasya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano ba ako makakagaang&lt;br /&gt;Paano ba ako makakatuwang&lt;br /&gt;Paano kung ako ay nasasaktan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itatago ko ang aking kaba&lt;br /&gt;At ikukubli ang pangangamba&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sa dilim&lt;br /&gt;Ay napapansin mo ang takot ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dinadaing ko'y para sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Paano ba ako makakagaang&lt;br /&gt;Ang unti-unting matutunan ko&lt;br /&gt;Paano ba ako makakatuwang&lt;br /&gt;Paano mahalin&lt;br /&gt;Paano mahalin ang katulad mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Interlude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano mahalin&lt;br /&gt;Paano mahalin ang katulad mo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332515540140660026-1061375425899038129?l=miei-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/1061375425899038129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332515540140660026&amp;postID=1061375425899038129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I Want You!</title><content type='html'>I’m searching for your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m longing for your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m craving for your concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear your laugh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heartbeat and your cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you be mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will this miserableness end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pleading, please come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want You, My Happiness!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332515540140660026-5631873754465862900?l=miei-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/5631873754465862900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>The  Unending Poem</title><content type='html'>It's started with I&lt;br /&gt;And follow by YOU&lt;br /&gt;But as it continues &lt;br /&gt;I can't find YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The I is now gone &lt;br /&gt;To where it goes&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I hope the You still follows&lt;br /&gt;For where, destiny will knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A period is coming&lt;br /&gt;To mark the ending&lt;br /&gt;But I hope it's a coma&lt;br /&gt;So there would be no ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when a period is followed by a dot&lt;br /&gt;and another dot &lt;br /&gt;what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really the end &lt;br /&gt;or an unsure ending...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332515540140660026-2958312010305554554?l=miei-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332515540140660026.post-3203781195831096381</id><published>2009-09-28T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:30:12.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Story</title><content type='html'>They say first love never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for me it's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if it is not true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will always 2nd, 3rd and fourth too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my first love is not my true love and so it is only a past,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made my mind wiser and also is my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my true love came by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exceeding my expectation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he's not just any guy that got my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made my mind boggles and my heart throbs like thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a happy smile and a peace of mind like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because even a simple "hi" from him makes my heart jump,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a single day not seeing him made me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mind is above my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always so cautious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling me not so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if he's like the first one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be cautious save your heart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I made a stupid decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;testing him and his love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end I'm the one tested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is not like that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my heart overflows with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surpass my minds warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only true love which is everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just like any stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twist and conflict came by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my one true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave his farewell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said 'goodbye'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it's true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world got devastated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart shattered in pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thankful if I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my mind is above my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's keep me telling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, move on you still have your life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without a pulse or a beat in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living without a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then our path crossed again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt a small beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey it's now throbbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my mind above my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care as long as I am beating!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I disregard my principle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pride and my mind warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with him this one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't care' as long as I can be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here he goes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling me to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's just be friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how will I react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an empty smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind above my heart tell me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What else could be worst?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I vowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and conceived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I accept his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torture truce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind which is above my heart said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, this is better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship is much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just find another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will love you much better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did what my mind said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and find some other guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who loves me more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's a mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it made me miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will never give me a happy smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or one who can't make my heart beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more to make it throb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended being miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and promise to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't be with my only true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never with someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better be his friend forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least friendship last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my love story end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me it's not real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because until now I can feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the throbs in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I received a simple "hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from him and only him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the only one who can make me cry and laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who gave me nightmares and sweet dreams every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never expect anything from him as I already decided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that from this day and so on my love story is ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332515540140660026-3203781195831096381?l=miei-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/3203781195831096381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332515540140660026&amp;postID=3203781195831096381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/3203781195831096381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/3203781195831096381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-love-story.html' title='My Love Story'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02693649047879268632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332515540140660026.post-1093560520316429588</id><published>2008-09-22T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:06:33.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey</title><content type='html'>I forgot a special chapter of my life in my post yesterday. I remember it this morning and I said to myself that I should include it. But instead of editing my post yesterday, I will just write a new post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chapter I'm saying is after graduation of college, I took up a 4 months training as a caregiver in a Japanese retirement home in Laguna wherein I also have 2 months OJT (internship) in that retirement home. Although I experience a lot of confusion, rejection and disappointment, I learned a lot from them. First of all, being in a medical institution was a big transformation for me. I learned a new language (medical language), everything was new, and I learned a lot from my patients. I have a favorite of 3 patients, although all in all, I experience to tend 6 patients. They are my favorite because I learned a lot from them. The first one is a retired military man aged 79, during the first week that I was assigned to him, I really cried a lot but then we became friends and stories he was telling was really wonderful and I learned a lot of things from his experience. The second one was a very beautiful rich woman, which I always pity especially when I met her family. I know she does not deserve to be in a nursing home but I’m still glad that I met her because he reminded me to care for the elders in my family (especially to my own grandmother). The third one was a very nice Japanese woman, which was very kind and funny. She is good in English and she loves teaching me Japanese words. I really miss them and I hope that they are okay even though I’m not sure if they are still alive or not but I’m praying that GOD will take good care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I remember the things from my past even if it was not a good memory, I always look for a good thing that came up when I experienced those things. Because I know that it was GOD’s will for me to experience it and met lot of people from those experiences. That was HIS GRACE and those people were ANGELS that HE sent for ME, because I will never be the person I am right now if I did not met those people in my past. THANKS GOD! And GOD BLESS those PEOPLE I met and I will meet someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jennifer R. Natividad&lt;br /&gt;September 23, 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332515540140660026-1093560520316429588?l=miei-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/1093560520316429588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332515540140660026&amp;postID=1093560520316429588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/1093560520316429588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/1093560520316429588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/2008/09/journey.html' title='The Journey'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02693649047879268632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332515540140660026.post-6788684699155303388</id><published>2008-09-21T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:25:04.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship to GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Journey of My Life</title><content type='html'>I was born in an average family with an average income and average lifestyle. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister which are more beautiful than me. When we were young, they always teased me and I became the center of the jokes in the family. But my parents loved us so much; they did everything to give us a good life (education and basic commodities). They even made sacrifices (like working abroad) just to provide us a better education and lifestyle. My siblings are my best friends, I can tell them everything (even my crushes) although we quarrel; I will still not exchange them to anyone. My two older brothers gave us 4 nieces and 1 nephew and of course 2 nice sister-in-laws. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I started to enter primary school and I encounter rejection and disappointment every time I wanted to please my teacher to give me a high grade and when I wanted to belong in a group. But I met a lot of friends and I learned a lot of things like the stars, moon and planets and plays games like &lt;i style=""&gt;piko&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;tumbang preso&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;patintero&lt;/i&gt;, chinese garter etc. I also have fond of laughing when my friends tell jokes and blushes when my crushes walked by.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I enter secondary school and I encounter more rejection and disappointment but I met a lot of new friends and I belong to a circle of girl friends where I felt that I am loved and accepted a lot. They are true friend that I have fond of crying and laughing with. I treasure them until today and forever as they became very good friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;A wonderful high school life ended and a new trial is ahead when I enter college and puberty. I encounter a lot of rejection and disappointment as I strive to belong in a new world where my old friends are nowhere to found. I also encounter a heart break from the first man I loved but I learned a lot of things from my professor, from my new friends and from every people I met everyday. I learned to analyze life and society, I learned to look at different views, listen to different opinions and I learned to decide for myself. My first writing was published when I joined the college publication. Although life at my first college was neither smooth nor ended wonderfully, still I will not try to go back and change it for a better future because I will never learned and grow to a person like me today if I did not encounter all those trials, rejection, heartaches and disappointment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;So my life continues when school ended and I’m in a different world, the corporate world. My first job involved numbers, computation, analyzing and clerical work (such as scanning, photocopying and answering telephone calls). And after seven months of doing this that I don’t like to do; the repetitive scanning, counting and answering stressful phone calls, opt me to quit. And I became a quitter. But I learned a lot; the job itself, the corporate world, the people in the corporate world and I found new friends that always make me laugh and companions wherever I want to go. I also met a wonderful person which I loved so much until now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;My second job is quite an accident, it is another challenge and I encounter new rejection and big disappointment. My second jobs involves teaching but I became more of a learning teacher as I tried to teach little angels to use computer and create website, they teach me how to look back to my childhood and be fond of what I have while bringing out the child inside me. I learned to loved and be loved unconditionally. My students teach me a lot of things and even my co-teacher as I became more confident with the talent &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;GOD &lt;/span&gt;gave me. And I never became ashamed to show to the world what I can do and what my brain have to say. But still the quitter emerged.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;So I find a new job where I encounter more challenges, disappointments and even harassment. And now I’m thinking of quitting. But whenever I look at the bright side; to all the new things I learned and whenever I look to all the new friends I met, specially my new housemate which I gave and given me trust, companionship, friendship and love, I always felt that I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BLESSED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I know that this journey is still a long and not an easy one, where I will encounter a lot of bumps, traffic, detour and even a closed road. But as long as I remain a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;PASSENGER &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; is my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DRIVER&lt;/span&gt;, I know that I will always be at peace because I am safe while journeying this road called “&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;My LIFE&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;--- Jennifer Natividad---&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;September 20, 2008 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332515540140660026-6788684699155303388?l=miei-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/6788684699155303388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332515540140660026&amp;postID=6788684699155303388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/6788684699155303388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/6788684699155303388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/2008/09/journey-of-my-life.html' title='The Journey of My Life'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02693649047879268632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332515540140660026.post-3067697909435291394</id><published>2008-08-23T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T06:18:50.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Four Walls of Pain</title><content type='html'>I am looking at this four walls of pain&lt;br /&gt;and I feel the thrust of the needle into my vein&lt;br /&gt;when the antibiotic flows&lt;br /&gt;but not calming my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking at this four walls of pain&lt;br /&gt;and I am hearing the new born cries&lt;br /&gt;and the weeping of painful souls&lt;br /&gt;so I cover my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking at this four walls of pain&lt;br /&gt;and I saw the worry faces&lt;br /&gt;of the people coming in and out&lt;br /&gt;so I shut my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad,&lt;br /&gt;I want to get out&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop all of this&lt;br /&gt;and get back to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332515540140660026-3067697909435291394?l=miei-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/3067697909435291394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332515540140660026&amp;postID=3067697909435291394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/3067697909435291394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/3067697909435291394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/four-walls-of-pain.html' title='Four Walls of Pain'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02693649047879268632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332515540140660026.post-3593554442191729593</id><published>2008-07-28T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T02:27:21.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut me up</title><content type='html'>Unbelievable silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexplainable darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgivable place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indefinable  feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ineffable emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indescribable  gesture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332515540140660026-3593554442191729593?l=miei-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/3593554442191729593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332515540140660026&amp;postID=3593554442191729593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/3593554442191729593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/3593554442191729593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/2008/07/shut-me-up.html' title='Shut me up'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02693649047879268632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332515540140660026.post-9060706657119298231</id><published>2008-07-28T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:59:12.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>standing here&lt;br /&gt;staring on nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I started to walk on an endless road&lt;br /&gt;seeing black pigment around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to remorse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;If all I have is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332515540140660026-9060706657119298231?l=miei-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/9060706657119298231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332515540140660026&amp;postID=9060706657119298231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/9060706657119298231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/9060706657119298231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/2008/07/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02693649047879268632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332515540140660026.post-7446245795700839566</id><published>2008-07-27T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:06:59.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>A Forgotten Story</title><content type='html'>A passionate heart asked a pretty girl; "What will you say if a man that has no heart but has the most brilliant brain ask you to marry him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl answered; "Why do I need a brilliant mind? A mind cannot give passion nor love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passionate heart smiled and again asked the young girl; "What will you say if a man with no heart but has the richest of the world ask you to marry him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl answered; "Where will I used the richest of the world? Money cannot buy happiness and feeling of being comfort."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passionate heart jumps for joy after hearing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten years the passionate heart saw the pretty girl which was very depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make her happy, the passionate heart asked the girl; "What will you do if a man with a passionate and loving heart ask you to marry him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl answered in a very sad voice; "What will I do? The passionate and loving heart is very late, I already fell to a brilliant mind and the richest of the world. A man with a passionate heart is not easy to find, I search and search and I did not find him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing this, the passionate heart cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2332515540140660026-7446245795700839566?l=miei-mind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/7446245795700839566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2332515540140660026&amp;postID=7446245795700839566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/7446245795700839566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2332515540140660026/posts/default/7446245795700839566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miei-mind.blogspot.com/2008/07/forgotten-story.html' title='A Forgotten Story'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02693649047879268632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
