<?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-10435050</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:05:05.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the vast emptiness...</title><subtitle type='html'>life is full of SUPRISES.. so what have you received now?!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthevastemptiness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthevastemptiness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the_boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146378252718351066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/3322/320/pic4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435050.post-114100675753515277</id><published>2006-02-27T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T10:19:17.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;«» I've learned that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pero that doesn't give them the right to hurt you over and over again. you have to stand up and say to them that you have had enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;«» I've learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. The same goes for true love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- all you need is trust.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«» I've learned that you can keep going long after you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«» I've learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;«» I've learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;does it need to be explain further?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«» I've learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;«» I've learned that money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;«» I've learned that my friends and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time of all&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; kaya nga gusto ko lagi kasama mga kaibigan ko e. khit nakatambay lang kmi.. dami namin napaguusapan..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«» I've learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel and harm.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all their soul.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them, and less to do with how many years you have lived.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«» I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop just for your grief.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that there is only one person in this world that can stop you from doing what you want to do ,and that person is you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do love each other.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- definitely true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that two people can look at the same thing and see something totally different.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that there is no one perfect out there for you becuase like you there is only one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;«» I've learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know who you really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so don't let others do that to you.. because they don't have the right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that even when you are tired and out of strength , when a friend cries out to you you will find the strength to help.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«» I've learned that the best gift are the ones you create with your soul , not the ones you buy with your ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;«» I've learned that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«» I've learned that just becuase you have good grades, that doesnt mean you are the geek you think they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned not discriminate one for how they look.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;b&gt;» I've learned not to hate on people just because of rumors spread. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- pero i've learned to despise the people who spread rumors.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;«» I've learned to believe and relly on friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; true friends that is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«» Ive learned that there is no true friend in this world.&lt;br /&gt;«» I've learned that the people you care about most in life are sometimes taken from you too soon. «» I've learned that you cannot make someone love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that all you can do is be someone who can be loved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«» I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;«» I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kaya isipin muna natin lahat ng gagawin.. we may never know.. sino ba tlga ang dapat pagkatiwalaan. mahirap na.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«» I've learned that it's not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts.&lt;br /&gt;«» I've learned that learning to forgive takes practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;«» I've learned that there are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435050-114100675753515277?l=inthevastemptiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthevastemptiness.blogspot.com/feeds/114100675753515277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435050&amp;postID=114100675753515277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435050/posts/default/114100675753515277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435050/posts/default/114100675753515277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthevastemptiness.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-learned-that-no-matter-how-good.html' title=''/><author><name>the_boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146378252718351066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/3322/320/pic4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435050.post-114100645326449500</id><published>2006-02-27T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T10:14:13.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang College Barkada</title><content type='html'>isn't it great to have friends? i mean not just ordinary friends but real and true friends whom you can depend on any moment... awww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you about my barkada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started when we were in the classroom.. hehe.. actually we know each other for a long time then, we were blockmates for 5 months then.. and we were actually a group but we did not have the so called "blessed bonding" haha.. the group was dubbed as BAGONG PARAISO.. because our professor in theology said we should divide ourselves into groups in which we were to form a BEC or a Basic Ecclesial Community.. at first,  we were really joking about the name but then we thought it sounded weird like the other group names (e.g. SUGO, WARRIORS) so we decided to go for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all throughout the semester, we were the astigs along with SUGO because we were the only group who have the perfect chemistry (a combination of 5 guys and 2 girls).. we were definitely the group to be.. damn! hehe.. but as the semester goes on, something went wrong.. terribly wrong.. one of us was doing something which we thought was not right.. and so days go by fast and he was definitely out! so sad, but true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there were six of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2452/807/1600/popo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2452/807/320/popo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Richard Uy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Popo. ahiya. kuya. thats what we call him, his one heck of a playah.. of all the chinese people i know.. he's the wackiest, the noisiest, the playah, and the HUNGRIEST! hehe.. he's the leader of the band.. err actually there's no leader of the band coz we treat each other equally.. we just consider him so. .coz he is the oldest amongst us.. and what's cool with him is we have the same birthdate!!! woohoo.. i wonder.. are those people born on the 22nd of December really this WONDERFUL?! harhar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2452/807/1600/patrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 181px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2452/807/320/patrick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                                                                        Patric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k Angelo Rafer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pat-patatas.. he is the very quiet type of guy and is very discreet with everything he does.. and also the driver.. hehe coz he is the one who always bring a car and drives us around the metro and around the province (antipolo?! whuu) he is a  ragnarok addict.. actually an rpg addict and he plays the flute.. he also plays basketball, table tennis and voleyball.. well actually though he is quiet.. he is the one who always makes us laugh because of his untimely one-liners..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2452/807/1600/owi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2452/807/320/owi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eloisa Hilario&lt;/span&gt; (the one who occupies more space on the pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owiowibee, the martyr type.. hehe.. actually she's always in love, with *toot* come'on everybody knows who it is.. hehe.. she is always with patrick.. (sabay cla umuuwi.. dati) she and patrick would always be betting on something.. and the payment is due after school, when they go home.. they'll pass by blue wave at macapagal avenue and eat.. hehe.. aww... how sweet.. she is into blogging.. ang blogging.. and blogging.. hehe.. plus she is addictive in taking pictures of herself with jevinne..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jevinne Mae Iligan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2452/807/1600/jevinne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 196px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2452/807/320/jevinne.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jevinne, vyn or jovan as we call him/her.. haha.. is the ULTIMATE PLAYER IN THE GROUP.. hehe.. she is always in the "karir-mode" hehe.. everyday, every minute.. always on the phone, texting, calling, chit-chatting.. and NOISY.. ehehe.. she is the ultimate bunga-lista.. the bungangera and bokalista.. hehe.. but in the group she is the most responsible.. and she knows everything about us.. she's like the secretary.. in which she really is the secretary of our block.. hehe.. she's also my coffee-buddy and my fix-buddy.. she's always on the go.. so be very quick on catching her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2452/807/1600/mics.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2452/807/320/mics.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan-Michael Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mics as we call him, is an all around talent.. a singer, dancer, guitarist, and a sports guy.. he is also loud and always hungry just as all we are.. he is also into fashion.. this guy just like me and jevinne is always late.. not because he lives very far like we do but because he is lazy! hehe.. he always gets up in bed very late like 6:30 am for the 7 am class.. hehe.. jevinne, me and mics is the core group.. hehe.. we were together since the first semester.. and the three of us are really close.. he is also always in the mall (rp manila) and in baywalk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2452/807/1600/1217_075151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2452/807/320/1217_075151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rommel Abad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was me.. yome.. hehe.. abaders.. yey! what can i say?! i am the good type.. hehe.. i have the same birthdate as popo.. i always make fun of owi and pat.. and is closer to mics and jevinne..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, the semester has to end and some of us have to leave some of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the summer has gone by.. speculations were spreading who would be enrolling the next semester.. and the enrollment day has come.. there were only 4 of us.. YOME.JEVINNE.OWI.PAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435050-114100645326449500?l=inthevastemptiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthevastemptiness.blogspot.com/feeds/114100645326449500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435050&amp;postID=114100645326449500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435050/posts/default/114100645326449500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435050/posts/default/114100645326449500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthevastemptiness.blogspot.com/2006/02/ang-college-barkada.html' title='Ang College Barkada'/><author><name>the_boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146378252718351066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/3322/320/pic4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
