<?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-7206141748952474610</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:27:46.957-08:00</updated><category term='soulmate'/><category term='train'/><title type='text'>FROZEN</title><subtitle type='html'>"to cause to suffer the effects of intense cold"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-8577398956385651104</id><published>2009-10-23T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:44:29.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venus</title><content type='html'>Atlast..I have reached my destination. I am free from all the fantazies&lt;br /&gt;and illusions I have been living with. I have encountered my match.&lt;br /&gt;I lost the game..but it feels like winning much more..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you... to you for the buns and the huns and the fun that comes with it (if you &lt;br /&gt;know what I mean..)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you... to you for the good mornings and good evenings and for EVERYTHING I am to you&lt;br /&gt;(you will surely be blessed)&lt;br /&gt;And finally thanks... to you for accidentally letting me lose..im sorry..you don't&lt;br /&gt;deserve this but it has to happen..(sadly it had to be you...wish u all the best...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-8577398956385651104?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/8577398956385651104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=8577398956385651104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/8577398956385651104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/8577398956385651104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2009/10/venus.html' title='Venus'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-2196680029590917291</id><published>2009-10-19T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:39:58.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty-two</title><content type='html'>It was great..for the first time, after a long long time..dinner with my whole family.. there couldn't be anything better than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I would have been happier though if some did not forget my birthday..Can't blame them anyway..maybe it's not worth remembering. I am not worth..sadly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this year will bring blast to me and my loved ones..FOR THOSE WHO GREETED ME, THANK U SO MUCH..IT MEANS A LOT..I LOVE U ALL..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-2196680029590917291?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/2196680029590917291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=2196680029590917291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/2196680029590917291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/2196680029590917291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2009/10/twenty-two.html' title='twenty-two'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-7551053231487122092</id><published>2009-09-17T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:17:24.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frerre..</title><content type='html'>Have I been hypnotized by your hazel eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your character is odd it makes me really mad&lt;br /&gt;Your talks are so dreary i could sleep in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;Your smiles are so fake I wanna throw you a cake&lt;br /&gt;You're full of sarcasm I'm having a spasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its unfair but still I dare to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. lost my words.. rude guy.. its for u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-7551053231487122092?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/7551053231487122092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=7551053231487122092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/7551053231487122092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/7551053231487122092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2009/09/frerre.html' title='frerre..'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-6357204212448812697</id><published>2009-08-26T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:36:51.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QuEstionS</title><content type='html'>I'm confuse..Are you? I don't believe in any of this..Do you?&lt;br /&gt;I questioned myself but I got no answer.. Will I get it from you?&lt;br /&gt;If yes, should I ask you? or will it be more confusing if I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can be deceiving..or is it obfuscated to derail the main idea?&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. these questions came from nowhere and maybe the answers are nowhere too..&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to be found..nowhere to ask from..&lt;br /&gt;The confusion is just getting high and obsession is rising too..&lt;br /&gt;You are confused too... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date: August 2009 (no exact date)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-6357204212448812697?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/6357204212448812697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=6357204212448812697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/6357204212448812697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/6357204212448812697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2009/08/question.html' title='QuEstionS'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-2824684685258046977</id><published>2009-08-21T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:01:39.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I loved you first</title><content type='html'>I don't know what exactly i was feeling at this moment. I found this on my notebook dated 03/17/09....funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost. my roads are not clear to me. I don't know why I should feel this way&lt;br /&gt;when from the start, I already know that this is not fair.It is supposed to be something I could do for fun. Yes! it turns out funny..but I am the one being laughed at..by LOVE.. I don not know if I should blame myself or blame the feelings that brought me to here. My mind, I should have used it but my emotions overpowered my thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-2824684685258046977?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/2824684685258046977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=2824684685258046977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/2824684685258046977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/2824684685258046977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-what-exactly-i-was-feeling.html' title='I loved you first'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-80640409571537293</id><published>2009-04-30T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T04:42:50.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I pretend I do not know anything.. or I'm just presuming that there is something I need to worry about...my mind is full of questions..no..interrogations..aarrggghhhh..I wanna escape..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-80640409571537293?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/80640409571537293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=80640409571537293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/80640409571537293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/80640409571537293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-pretend-i-do-not-know-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-8171701710685916233</id><published>2009-04-25T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T05:26:45.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><title type='text'>Central Station...</title><content type='html'>Ahh.. dry day..Maybe I still have a hang over because of last night's....what was that?haha..nobody knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late..it means i don't have to go in the train station's crowd because of rush hour..:)I arrived 30 mins. late..not bad..So while I was inside the train going to the review center (central terminal), two girls were standing infront of me..(lucky that i had a sit) i guess they are younger than me. Actually, i don't care what they were talking about except when I heard about their "soulmate". It's funny how they share stories about the person they frequently see inside the train..and yea.. they consider the person as their....SOULMATE..I thought to be apathetic..what the hell.. but actually, I raid each corner and looked for a familiar face..haha..maybe he could be my soulmate too..unfortunately, none of them i remember. So I just kept on thinking wether it could be true.Is it possible that your soulmate is just around the corner?? Hmm.. I thought, maybe he's the guy sitting next to me..we're both wearing the same color of shirt afterall..Nope.. He has wedding ring on his finger. The guy 5 feet away from me? well he's cute..haha* have you ever thought of the same thing? Soulmate issue? If I were to think about it, there are billions of people in the world..Is my soulmate one of the millions I talked to, walk across with? the thousands of people I met today? hundreds of guys I bumped into? or maybe..just maybe..the one reading this now??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-8171701710685916233?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/8171701710685916233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=8171701710685916233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/8171701710685916233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/8171701710685916233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2009/04/central-station.html' title='Central Station...'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-7801346511379648220</id><published>2009-04-24T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:23:41.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way back into blog..i mean love..:)</title><content type='html'>geeessshhhh it's been almost two years..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what stopped me..hmm.. time,thoughts, or&lt;br /&gt;maybe nothing/no one to inspire me..:)haha&lt;br /&gt;Well it doesn't mean there is someone now (just&lt;br /&gt;to make it clear----:D)So far, I have lots of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;to air out but I just don't know how to start..&lt;br /&gt;about LIFE, LOVE, CAREER..anything under the sun..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe as the day goes by I will be able to jot it down..:)&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long.. Now I am a soon to be career woman..&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the board Exam.. which i hope I will pass..&lt;br /&gt;(cross-fingers)..I can say that I'm happy with how my life goes&lt;br /&gt;maybe the only missing part is him.. or maybe not..:) haha&lt;br /&gt;No time for that..:)I sometimes think that long distance relationship&lt;br /&gt;is even better.. It is not necessary to frequently talk..&lt;br /&gt;No need for extra time..(which i really cannot give)and no&lt;br /&gt;commitment..:) thats the GOOD part..(for me)hmmm i'm sure some will raise&lt;br /&gt;their brows with this statement..who cares..haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-7801346511379648220?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/7801346511379648220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=7801346511379648220' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/7801346511379648220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rsf4JB0_bUI/AAAAAAAAADM/NqMXTSX3cW8/s72-c/15-08-07_1059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-3597356297463539336</id><published>2007-07-25T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T03:21:18.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets see...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/783206"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/783206/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" 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see...'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-3549271991604570052</id><published>2007-07-19T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T01:56:11.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088828575857962450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rp8moMLe7dI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hwebzlp9qQA/s400/16-07-07_1009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I-LOVE-YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rp8mNMLe7cI/AAAAAAAAACs/_JJmSuStk38/s1600-h/16-07-07_1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-3549271991604570052?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/3549271991604570052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=3549271991604570052' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/3549271991604570052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/3549271991604570052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-it.html' title='i love it'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rp8moMLe7dI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hwebzlp9qQA/s72-c/16-07-07_1009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-5760138840659910547</id><published>2007-07-11T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T03:26:13.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super-what?</title><content type='html'>well what i will be writing here is just  my own opinion..so whoever reads this and got offended..I'm sorry..it just happen that this is a free country..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we start now..&lt;br /&gt;let's just say that i have an imaginary friend (i'm not a freak) who was crying because&lt;br /&gt;she caught her bf cheating.. i mean seeing him dating another girl.. days passed and they are still together... because of the reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. The guy knew that there was something wrong with the girl and knowing that he did something wrong, he showed some oh-i-love-you-so-much-moves.&lt;br /&gt;     - The bad thing about this is that, this girl, thinking that everything will just be fine and that her guy has changed already, she just simply forgive him. and worst thing is that, she's just letting the guy do things all over again.&lt;br /&gt;2. The girl thinks that she "SUPERLOVE" his boyfriend and cannot let him go.&lt;br /&gt;    - does "SUPERLOVE" still exist? common' Love should be a feeling between both parties before it will be considered "L-O-V-E". There is only one unconditional love (base on my beliefs) that's not "SUPERLOVE" that is "SUPERNUTS".&lt;br /&gt;3. Believing that her bf will change.&lt;br /&gt;   - are u nuts or you're just really insane..:P one is enough.. two is too much..so why would u let it reach the second?&lt;br /&gt;4. She's desperate&lt;br /&gt;     - i think it is self-explanatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a man-hater nor gal-hater..(i'm a girl)&lt;br /&gt;it is just in the case of an imaginary friend. and some maybe not like that..&lt;br /&gt;I juz think that sometimes it is also the girl's fault why men easily fool us.. because of the look-a-like situations i have written. It is already 21st century and girls, lets show some toughness..&lt;br /&gt;lets not be the submissive type we are.. once..:)&lt;br /&gt;and again, this is just my opinion.. it may change..but for now, thats what i wanted to believe..&lt;br /&gt;it may happen to me.. but atleast i juz have to read this again to enlighten my mind..hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-5760138840659910547?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/5760138840659910547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=5760138840659910547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/5760138840659910547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/5760138840659910547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/07/super-what.html' title='Super-what?'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-4560707005469694925</id><published>2007-06-27T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T02:44:56.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>way to go</title><content type='html'>I remember my clinical instructor once asked us, " are you just forced to take nursing? or is it really your choice?are you happy that you are here now?" it made me think hard coz' I myself really wants to know if this is really what i want. Most of my classmates agreed that they are just forced to take the course because of practicality. And sometimes i have that same idea. It is a fact that there is a money in Nursing field. Huge dollars to be specific. but iis it enough for the students to take the risk of choosing what they dont want over what they really want to be? YES! coz i was in that position and maybe a lot of us took the risk. but where am I now? weeks from now, I will be doing the job as a student nurse. I will handle patients and give them my full service and believe it or not, i am excited and happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;On my first year as a nursing student, i was a bit hesitant to continue it because on my mind, i want to be a chef or maybe a newscaster. But with the help of my jolly classmates, i felt that, i belong to this group--- students of BS Nursing. w/o my knowledge, i was already enjoying the excruciating truth that i wouldnt be a chef or a newscaster..but a NURSE in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;on my 2nd year, I was exposed to a community. A community that is not aware of the things that could make them a healthy person. Seeing them made me feel that I am so lucky to have this kind of life. We did seminars about health, medical missions, and a lot more things. I could say that this year is the highlight of me being a nursing student because it is the first time I see people counting on me, respecting me and seeing me as a noble person. Because in their mind, i will be a nurse someday. And i could be the one who will help them (of course w/ a group of medical team) in promoting their health or maybe save their lives.&lt;br /&gt;I experienced giving a lectures infront of the people older than me and it is just like heaven seeing them doing what you are asking them to do and thanking you for the advices and informations you have given. It was really heart-warming to the point that i realize this is what i want. that i am happy with whats happening and with what i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm a 3rd year student and with my honesty, i can say that "no this is not my choice but i am happy that i am here. And im glad i took the risk. The experience, the smiles, and the fact that it is life what you are saving is more than a thousand of dollars i could possibly earn.&lt;br /&gt;i may not be a newscaster, but i can still send informations to my would-be patients. i'm not a chef but i could cook ideas to benefit those who needs it.&lt;br /&gt;I have gone through a lot of hardships in terms of studying...but i know i havent suffered enough. being a nurse requires a lot of sufferings. I am yet to be a professional nurse but with the smiles coming from the patients knowing that u somehow extend their lives, i know i will enjoy the sufferings..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you have to take the risk for you to know where you will really fit in. I'm glad i did and im proud to say that this is what i really want. Without risk, opportunity will have its end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-4560707005469694925?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/4560707005469694925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=4560707005469694925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/4560707005469694925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/4560707005469694925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/06/way-to-go.html' title='way to go'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-1701679039922103940</id><published>2007-06-27T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:16:19.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who's watching me??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RoIOogWLQ0I/AAAAAAAAACk/Fq9W1LiSR_4/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080639418667844418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RoIOogWLQ0I/AAAAAAAAACk/Fq9W1LiSR_4/s400/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-1701679039922103940?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/1701679039922103940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=1701679039922103940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/1701679039922103940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/1701679039922103940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/06/whos-watching-me.html' title='who&apos;s watching me??'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RoIOogWLQ0I/AAAAAAAAACk/Fq9W1LiSR_4/s72-c/DSC00504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-5617052094558249572</id><published>2007-06-18T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:07:45.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an immature's thought</title><content type='html'>and the candle said, "come here my dear moth, let me burn your wings for you to stop flying and be with me forever my dear friend" the moth followed the candle for he doesnt want to hurt the feelings of the candle. slowly, the moth's wing started to tear off he fell on the floor. the candle burst out for he cannot see the moth. because of that, his energy went low..he exerted to much effort to light and see the moth and finally the candle's light, reach the floor and see the moth crawling on his side, but then when he finally reach the level enough to see the beloved friend, his light started to dim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes when we want to hold someone forever, we end up losing them because of the immature thought coming into our mind.and when we are finally there, mature enought to straighten the curves we have formed, we realize that it's too late to do so..&lt;br /&gt;-the candle should have just let the moth's wing to be burnt naturally (coz thats how its gonna be) than making things fast w/o noticing that it will juz hurt the moth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-5617052094558249572?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/5617052094558249572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=5617052094558249572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/5617052094558249572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/5617052094558249572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/06/immatures-thought.html' title='an immature&apos;s thought'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-7839083196512172303</id><published>2007-06-16T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:02:00.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>black</title><content type='html'>regret is next to letting go.&lt;br /&gt;im not refering to regret because u let go of the person&lt;br /&gt;but because of the things you did for you to have reasons to let go.&lt;br /&gt;if your one of those whom i always hurt but definitely worth keeping..&lt;br /&gt;but end up losing.. i'm sorry.. i wish i could just turn back time&lt;br /&gt;and regain the good relationship.. but obviously its far from reality&lt;br /&gt;so all i could do now is to regret..and think that maybe the friendship we had&lt;br /&gt;is not meant to be forever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-7839083196512172303?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/7839083196512172303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=7839083196512172303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/7839083196512172303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/7839083196512172303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/06/black.html' title='black'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-2582362058876394968</id><published>2007-06-09T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T03:03:14.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i bleed...</title><content type='html'>O no, I see, I spun a web, it's tangled up with me, And I lost my head, The thought of all the stupid things I said, O no what's this? A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle, I turned to run, The thought of all the stupid things I've done, I never meant to cause you trouble, And I never meant to do you wrong, And I, well if I ever caused you trouble, O no, I never meant to do you harm. O no I see, A spider web and it's me in the middle, So I twist and turn, Here I am in love in a bubble, Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble, I never meant to do you wrong, And I, well if I ever caused you trouble, Although I never meant to do you harm. They spun a web for me, They spun a web for me, They spun a web for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-2582362058876394968?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/2582362058876394968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=2582362058876394968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/2582362058876394968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/2582362058876394968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-bleed.html' title='i bleed...'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-8677279805192110012</id><published>2007-05-30T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T04:06:43.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rl1aZ_WfvmI/AAAAAAAAACc/s6fpkUGGU8U/s1600-h/kistal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070308158038064738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rl1aZ_WfvmI/AAAAAAAAACc/s6fpkUGGU8U/s320/kistal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember when i first saw this cute bitch.. i was really attracted to her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's cute..charming..and so sweet..i fell in love with this bitch in juz a glimpse of time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and up to now im still in love with her..umm im referring to my dog "crystal" (no im not a lesbian..and definitely not a dog..:P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's been with me for almost 5 months plus her cute brown.. little brother "akud" (unfortunately i dont have his pic..coz they are so hyper i cant get a photo of them now..) they had been gving joy and happiness in our family and upto now..most specially to my dad..(and yea they are so therapeutic..) i guess my dad is less stress since the day we got those bitch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now its true..that not all bitches suxs..:P they juz bark..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-8677279805192110012?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/8677279805192110012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=8677279805192110012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/8677279805192110012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/8677279805192110012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/05/bitch.html' title='bitch..'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rl1aZ_WfvmI/AAAAAAAAACc/s6fpkUGGU8U/s72-c/kistal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-5093725486692160992</id><published>2007-05-21T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T03:39:11.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RlF2ffWfvlI/AAAAAAAAACU/8RDh4_CEEJM/s1600-h/20-05-07_21144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066961339132395090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RlF2ffWfvlI/AAAAAAAAACU/8RDh4_CEEJM/s320/20-05-07_21144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ohh... shrek loves my kiss...&lt;br /&gt;can u see it in his face???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RlF1cvWfvkI/AAAAAAAAACM/IFOE1sC1bqc/s1600-h/shrekkkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-5093725486692160992?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/5093725486692160992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=5093725486692160992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/5093725486692160992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/5093725486692160992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/05/kiss.html' title='kiss'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RlF2ffWfvlI/AAAAAAAAACU/8RDh4_CEEJM/s72-c/20-05-07_21144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-5530661622082922397</id><published>2007-05-20T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T03:50:07.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my boyfriend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RlAnefWfvjI/AAAAAAAAACE/IqACB2I9-wg/s1600-h/20-05-07_1848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066592985557220914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RlAnefWfvjI/AAAAAAAAACE/IqACB2I9-wg/s400/20-05-07_1848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;isnt he lovely??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;isnt he wonderful??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love green....:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-5530661622082922397?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/5530661622082922397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=5530661622082922397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/5530661622082922397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/5530661622082922397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-boyfriend.html' title='my boyfriend...'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RlAnefWfvjI/AAAAAAAAACE/IqACB2I9-wg/s72-c/20-05-07_1848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-2196567658584204560</id><published>2007-05-14T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T06:25:30.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>voting day</title><content type='html'>thanks for the alcohol..somehow i manage to clean it... but i still feel like i have a murdered nail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064406312232722098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RkhitWbgnrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DGu0G9OqYnU/s400/14-05-07_1531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064405380224818850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rkhh3GbgnqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Jz77FReFNK4/s400/14-05-07_1049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first one..the ink is still fresh.. i feel like they murdered my nail.. im now a certified filipino voter...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-2196567658584204560?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/2196567658584204560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=2196567658584204560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/2196567658584204560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/2196567658584204560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/05/voting-day.html' title='voting day'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RkhitWbgnrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DGu0G9OqYnU/s72-c/14-05-07_1531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-2484340030753793679</id><published>2007-05-12T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T19:20:03.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RkZ1jGbgnoI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZB289wb7KOA/s1600-h/PhÃ¶t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063864076906569346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RkZ1jGbgnoI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZB289wb7KOA/s400/Ph%C3%B6t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RkZ1jGbgnpI/AAAAAAAAABs/r8M-516urC0/s1600-h/PhÃ¶tÃ´.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063864076906569362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RkZ1jGbgnpI/AAAAAAAAABs/r8M-516urC0/s400/Ph%C3%B6t%C3%B4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; your beauty shines so bright.....happy mother's day...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-2484340030753793679?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/2484340030753793679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=2484340030753793679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/2484340030753793679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/2484340030753793679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='happy mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RkZ1jGbgnoI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZB289wb7KOA/s72-c/Ph%C3%B6t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-6746846591470175266</id><published>2007-05-11T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T03:09:47.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>decoding...</title><content type='html'>well.. from the title itself..decoding..&lt;br /&gt;it means that im going to decode something..&lt;br /&gt;well actually not a big deal.. its juz that&lt;br /&gt;im confessing my little admiration&lt;br /&gt;to my dear professor...:P he's not too old..&lt;br /&gt;25 or 26 i guess.. well i have this.. admiration&lt;br /&gt;for older guys (dont hink too much) rather than&lt;br /&gt;guys at my age..&lt;br /&gt;he's older than me.. he has this sweet&lt;br /&gt;sense of humor that i really love..:)&lt;br /&gt;and so sensible.. ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;but of course.. it will stop to that only...&lt;br /&gt;juz a pure admiration..hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-6746846591470175266?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/6746846591470175266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=6746846591470175266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/6746846591470175266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/6746846591470175266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/05/decoding.html' title='decoding...'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-4611582088327143193</id><published>2007-05-09T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T05:19:47.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh...so hard..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RkG8A2bgnnI/AAAAAAAAABc/J6ZGpmkHwSc/s1600-h/09-05-07_1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062534178938068594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RkG8A2bgnnI/AAAAAAAAABc/J6ZGpmkHwSc/s400/09-05-07_1652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im in the state of stress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nursing care plan.. (im not yet a nurse..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;reports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;exam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what more will u ask for???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-4611582088327143193?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/4611582088327143193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=4611582088327143193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/4611582088327143193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/4611582088327143193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/05/ohhso-hard.html' title='ohh...so hard..'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RkG8A2bgnnI/AAAAAAAAABc/J6ZGpmkHwSc/s72-c/09-05-07_1652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-346021865620197554</id><published>2007-05-07T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T03:07:12.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how bout some nutrient agar topped with e.coli, staphylococcus and streptocpccus colonies??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rj7532bgnmI/AAAAAAAAABU/1hG7RRCpGRc/s1600-h/07-05-07_1516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061757769110036066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rj7532bgnmI/AAAAAAAAABU/1hG7RRCpGRc/s400/07-05-07_1516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;would u like it served on your table??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;surely a feast for hungry worms....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oohhhh.... im starting to appreciate microbiology... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-346021865620197554?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/346021865620197554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=346021865620197554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/346021865620197554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/346021865620197554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-bout-some-nutrient-agar-topped-with.html' title='how bout some nutrient agar topped with e.coli, staphylococcus and streptocpccus colonies??'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rj7532bgnmI/AAAAAAAAABU/1hG7RRCpGRc/s72-c/07-05-07_1516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-7456287645201090201</id><published>2007-05-06T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T02:49:49.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't help....who u love..</title><content type='html'>have u ever felt like, u deny the feelings you have for someone.. choose to live another life.. give other persons a chance but after all those things, u just keep on coming back to that someone? juz a question.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-7456287645201090201?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/7456287645201090201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=7456287645201090201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/7456287645201090201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/7456287645201090201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/05/cant-helpwho-u-love_06.html' title='can&apos;t help....who u love..'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-3646002563400365588</id><published>2007-04-25T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T02:13:07.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoover it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Ri8bhWbgnlI/AAAAAAAAABM/QWtfSaK4xhc/s1600-h/cantonese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057291166330953298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Ri8bhWbgnlI/AAAAAAAAABM/QWtfSaK4xhc/s320/cantonese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really love cantonese foods..imagine i ate all the food in that container in 3 minutes (or maybe im just really hungry)..record breaking..:P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they always ask me why im thin though i eat a lot..like a guy.. maybe all the foods go in my butt..hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-3646002563400365588?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/3646002563400365588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=3646002563400365588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/3646002563400365588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/3646002563400365588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoover-it.html' title='hoover it..'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Ri8bhWbgnlI/AAAAAAAAABM/QWtfSaK4xhc/s72-c/cantonese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-8416696551448768599</id><published>2007-04-21T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:14:13.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw the light.. but i've chosen darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rir8vxi_1hI/AAAAAAAAABE/yxWiV2PhZXs/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056131429360981522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rir8vxi_1hI/AAAAAAAAABE/yxWiV2PhZXs/s320/blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is there a point in your life where you choose to stay in the dark eventhough the light is just one step ahead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-8416696551448768599?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/8416696551448768599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=8416696551448768599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/8416696551448768599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/8416696551448768599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-saw-light-but-ive-chosen-darkness.html' title='I saw the light.. but i&apos;ve chosen darkness'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rir8vxi_1hI/AAAAAAAAABE/yxWiV2PhZXs/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-5616808403827291583</id><published>2007-04-21T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:07:34.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Earth's Day..:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rir5pxi_1fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oPZHjMTE8Dk/s1600-h/P3270202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056128027746883058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rir5pxi_1fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oPZHjMTE8Dk/s320/P3270202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-5616808403827291583?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/5616808403827291583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=5616808403827291583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/5616808403827291583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/5616808403827291583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-earth-day.html' title='Happy Earth&apos;s Day..:)'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rir5pxi_1fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oPZHjMTE8Dk/s72-c/P3270202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-2543683165192771056</id><published>2007-04-21T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T03:13:02.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my issues</title><content type='html'>so..I got mad.. or maybe felt bad because of something I'm not sure its worth the irascible response i made..but up to now I'm thinking that somehow i have the right. I was exasperated with the way they questioned my simple requisition..(or maybe im exaggerating the things) specially coming from a friend i thought would understand me. Or maybe I'm wrong.. wrong to think that my request is valid, wrong to think that they would understand me.. from the two, i dont know what will evolve as authentic.. and i don't want to know...honestly(am i afraid??)!!! Afterall, when the rays of sun comes again, those things on my mind will vanish.. I got hurt.. maybe i hurt someone too.. but knowing and thinking about the things ive learned from this, i guess its worth it..(what i have learned will remain on myself..wanna know what it is??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-2543683165192771056?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/2543683165192771056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=2543683165192771056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/2543683165192771056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/2543683165192771056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-issues.html' title='my issues'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-8276898857152551060</id><published>2007-04-17T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T03:11:59.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bee-zy life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;oh my class starts again and I'm getting exhausted with the daily assignments and activities.. but it's pretty fine since most of the days, my class is half-day but it is still arduous coz' i have 6 hours straight class.. and since its a summer class, time is running so slow.. (well for me) slow because before, i enjoy an almost 3 months of vacation..  but now i only have barely 2 weeks.. so sad.. that i cant go out with my friends and hang out with them.. but i have no choice this is Nursing and i have to undergo summer classes.. another bad thing about it is we only have ample time to discuss the whole Microbiology subject and NCM 100 (1 1/2 month) so at times I'm a bit befuddled on what is this and what is that... well somehow I'm still lucky coz' there are other class who have a 7-7 class.. imagine, u will go to school at 7 am and end the day at school at 7 pm its like living &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; summer days at school...and its boring.. really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-8276898857152551060?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/8276898857152551060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=8276898857152551060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/8276898857152551060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/8276898857152551060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/04/bee-zy-life.html' title='bee-zy life'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-4704794860964729549</id><published>2007-04-14T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T02:46:53.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>balderdash</title><content type='html'>I'm sad... sometimes, we have to give up something although we know that we still want to keep it. It's kinda hard when u assume something which is not happening. i will miss it... I'd rather go on my way and leave it alone... than be with that something knowing that i want more than what it is right now... atleast the one before... i'll miss everything... but its better to bid goodbye..i dont know..for me its better....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-4704794860964729549?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/4704794860964729549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=4704794860964729549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/4704794860964729549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/4704794860964729549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/04/balderdash.html' title='balderdash'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-2718701118883349994</id><published>2007-04-14T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T02:16:10.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled or maybe there is...</title><content type='html'>- deleted-&lt;br /&gt;-only truths are allowed i guess it is not..-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-2718701118883349994?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/2718701118883349994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=2718701118883349994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/2718701118883349994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/2718701118883349994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/04/untitled-or-maybe-there-is.html' title='untitled or maybe there is...'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-8723808082794138012</id><published>2007-04-12T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T04:05:45.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>psychological warfare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;OH..at last I've done something i am afraid of... "injection" well believe it or not I'm a nursing student who is afraid of injection... but after today, i don't think i will still be... well actually, its just a psywar.. I'm terrorizing myself about the hurt that i would feel because of injection.. well i know its funny.. because hello?? its just a simple thing.. or maybe a simple procedure.. some people are not afraid of it.. most? maybe.. I'm so happy that I've conquered that fear.. and now i know that everything is just a false psychological thinking...oh common its just like bite of an Ant..he he..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-8723808082794138012?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/8723808082794138012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=8723808082794138012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/8723808082794138012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/8723808082794138012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/04/psychological-warfare.html' title='psychological warfare'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</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-7206141748952474610.post-3369355918012052457</id><published>2007-04-10T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T04:09:30.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a cup of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RhxZTQd5VrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Oo97W7j4MaI/s1600-h/cup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052011069375600306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="174" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RhxZTQd5VrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Oo97W7j4MaI/s320/cup.JPG" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*half-filled*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*pale*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*bitter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*inconsistent taste*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*cold*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*dreary*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*coarse*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;DIAGNOSIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*altered heart beat due to illicit romance*&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/7206141748952474610-3369355918012052457?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/3369355918012052457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=3369355918012052457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/3369355918012052457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/3369355918012052457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/04/cup-of-love.html' title='a cup of love'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/RhxZTQd5VrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Oo97W7j4MaI/s72-c/cup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-3737652722210273118</id><published>2007-04-09T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:26:53.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rhs7QAd5VqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RqOF9zDGMpA/s1600-h/lei.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051696553215481506" style="WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="167" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rhs7QAd5VqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RqOF9zDGMpA/s320/lei.JPG" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are moments in our life where we wanted to go back to the previous year we had.. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rhs6Fgd5VpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTQpvP5ceoY/s1600-h/lei1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051695273315227282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="298" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rhs6Fgd5VpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTQpvP5ceoY/s320/lei1.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;being a kid i should say.. its funny how we reminisce the days we've had before.. those laughs.. the teary eye whenever our parents left us to our housekeeper..and of course the joy in our eyes whenever we see a new teddy bear brought by our parents..:D I am one of those who loves thinking childhood days.. although I'm still a child..( maybe in heart ... don't conclude that I'm already old or what.. I'm still on my teenage year.. ) somehow it brings bliss to us specially those who really enjoyed their kiddie life.. I'm proud i did..:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;whenever i see kids on the block i envy them for they exercise their freedom so well.. play on the mud, jump until your legs reach the ground and so on and so forth.... their innocence adds to it..:D I remember when i was a kid, i used to put sand on my head (hair) pretending that its a shampoo.. (but i don't think i can still do it now..) and then my mom will turn to me and tell me words i cannot absorb.. that's the good thing being a kid..words are just words..no significant meaning..hehe.. i wonder if we (I) can still say it now that we are (I'm) grown up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss those days where i enjoy McDonalds not because of the food but just the fact that I'm a kid and its a big deal eating in McDonalds..and of course..the playground..:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;These things, whenever i remember makes me like feel I'm in ecstasy...or maybe I'm exaggerating..like what kids do..:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206141748952474610-3737652722210273118?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/3737652722210273118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=3737652722210273118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/3737652722210273118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/3737652722210273118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/04/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rhs7QAd5VqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RqOF9zDGMpA/s72-c/lei.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206141748952474610.post-6514249090128680878</id><published>2007-04-08T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:17:01.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blithe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rhm-CjE8ikI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sXEx2Gqss30/s1600-h/flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051277408057723458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rhm-CjE8ikI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sXEx2Gqss30/s320/flowers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm kinda excited in doing this blog because honestly, i enjoy reading other people's blog..and i thought that maybe i could also create such creative scratch like those i saw before.. but of course it wouldnt be like what they have made.. i'm thinking of something i will appreciate.. (coz sometimes, we dont appreciate our own works..am i right or am i right??) something that would make me happy everytime i read it... maybe based from the perky days i had.. it only means that im doing this blog to somehow satisfy myself and not for anything... this will make me happy.. so please don't cease me..:) &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/7206141748952474610-6514249090128680878?l=uneventone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/feeds/6514249090128680878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206141748952474610&amp;postID=6514249090128680878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/6514249090128680878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206141748952474610/posts/default/6514249090128680878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uneventone.blogspot.com/2007/04/blithe.html' title='blithe'/><author><name>Je♫n⌡</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18185491668630323545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S0ImKBAjT2g/Rhm-CjE8ikI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sXEx2Gqss30/s72-c/flowers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
