<?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-8768369</id><updated>2012-01-18T18:33:56.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Turmoil</title><subtitle type='html'>This is about all the events that happen in my life. All the tears,laughter,anger and depression I undergo in my existence. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768369.post-2747851138385861924</id><published>2007-06-09T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:11:51.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at last</title><content type='html'>The damn has been broken&lt;br /&gt;The seal undone&lt;br /&gt;The reins untied&lt;br /&gt;The barriers gone&lt;br /&gt;Walls once built&lt;br /&gt;Slowly crumbled&lt;br /&gt;The spell once cast&lt;br /&gt;Slowly unraveled&lt;br /&gt;Tears are falling&lt;br /&gt;An unending rain&lt;br /&gt;The die has been cast&lt;br /&gt;Time to face the game&lt;br /&gt;Gush of warmth&lt;br /&gt;Melting the ice&lt;br /&gt;A flood of emotions&lt;br /&gt;Streaming down my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The gates have been opened&lt;br /&gt;The chains released&lt;br /&gt;What once had been bound&lt;br /&gt;Is being slowly released&lt;br /&gt;Finally. At long last&lt;br /&gt;The walls are lowered&lt;br /&gt;After years of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Love can now be discovered&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-2747851138385861924?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/2747851138385861924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=2747851138385861924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/2747851138385861924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/2747851138385861924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-last.html' title='at last'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-1957150629977384130</id><published>2007-06-01T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:54:54.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>Was it a sign&lt;br /&gt;That I dreamt of you&lt;br /&gt;Sitting so close&lt;br /&gt;Holding you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was still&lt;br /&gt;All was silent&lt;br /&gt;But you and me&lt;br /&gt;And the world we created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew you close&lt;br /&gt;On your shoulder I leaned&lt;br /&gt;And felt so secure&lt;br /&gt;So utterly cherished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the warmth&lt;br /&gt;Coursing through mine&lt;br /&gt;Filling me with joy&lt;br /&gt;As our fingers intertwined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let my mind drift&lt;br /&gt;And all problems&lt;br /&gt;From my thoughts lift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the silence was broken&lt;br /&gt;Whispers&lt;br /&gt;Murmurs&lt;br /&gt;Grew louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And saw the stares&lt;br /&gt;Heard the voices&lt;br /&gt;So loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgust and revolt&lt;br /&gt;Etched on their faces&lt;br /&gt;Silently implying&lt;br /&gt;My actions are a disgrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongues like vipers&lt;br /&gt;Lash out and strike&lt;br /&gt;Venom pierces the heart&lt;br /&gt;Crippling me without a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such vicious eyes&lt;br /&gt;Raking my being&lt;br /&gt;Such spiteful words&lt;br /&gt;Silently condemning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was it a sign?&lt;br /&gt;Was it an omen?&lt;br /&gt;That the thought of being together&lt;br /&gt;Should just be forgotten&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-1957150629977384130?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/1957150629977384130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=1957150629977384130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/1957150629977384130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/1957150629977384130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2007/06/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-5737140694032860051</id><published>2007-04-16T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:13:30.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mistake</title><content type='html'>It was my fault&lt;br /&gt;That I ended like this&lt;br /&gt;Chaining my self&lt;br /&gt;to every word of his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my choice&lt;br /&gt;To see past the blame&lt;br /&gt;And ignore all the things&lt;br /&gt;That showed insult and shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my call&lt;br /&gt;To what road I would take&lt;br /&gt;But I left it up to him&lt;br /&gt;Out of pity’s sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my will&lt;br /&gt;That forced feelings to grow&lt;br /&gt;Even if it was painful&lt;br /&gt;For an ounce of it to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my right&lt;br /&gt;To demand any time&lt;br /&gt;But I stifled my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;As though they were a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was because of me&lt;br /&gt;That I’m left drained and empty&lt;br /&gt;And he who I love&lt;br /&gt;Cant help but not see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-5737140694032860051?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/5737140694032860051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=5737140694032860051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/5737140694032860051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/5737140694032860051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-mistake.html' title='My mistake'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-116592824321434609</id><published>2006-12-12T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T20:57:23.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>i going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;of the things i had done&lt;br /&gt;the things i had said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else to do&lt;br /&gt;where else to go&lt;br /&gt;ive ran in circles&lt;br /&gt;not knowing where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it all in the head&lt;br /&gt;or all in the heart&lt;br /&gt;ive asked a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;still not knowing where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is true?&lt;br /&gt;tell me what is real?&lt;br /&gt;is my world mere illussion&lt;br /&gt;projections of what i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone out there&lt;br /&gt;who can answer my plea&lt;br /&gt;im so lost, so confussed&lt;br /&gt;please help find me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-116592824321434609?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/116592824321434609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=116592824321434609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/116592824321434609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/116592824321434609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-116506162792533232</id><published>2006-12-02T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:13:47.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never</title><content type='html'>Can two worlds&lt;br /&gt;Come and meet?&lt;br /&gt;Live together&lt;br /&gt;In harmony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the sun and moon&lt;br /&gt;Go hand and hand?&lt;br /&gt;Illuminating light&lt;br /&gt;All over the land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the past and future&lt;br /&gt;Exists as one?&lt;br /&gt;To undo the deeds&lt;br /&gt;That has been done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can north and south&lt;br /&gt;Trod the same path?&lt;br /&gt;While escaping the fury&lt;br /&gt;Of natures’ wrath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can demon and angel&lt;br /&gt;Share a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Go through each day&lt;br /&gt;Enveloped in bliss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you and I&lt;br /&gt;Forever be?&lt;br /&gt;And shatter the barriers&lt;br /&gt;Of fate and destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-116506162792533232?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/116506162792533232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=116506162792533232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/116506162792533232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/116506162792533232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/12/never.html' title='Never'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-116435124577329002</id><published>2006-11-24T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:54:05.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilema</title><content type='html'>for the past 3 months i've been thinking, if i really made the right decision. things have happened, issues brought up, problems dealt with and people encountered that confused my way of seeing things, of looking at things with the right persepective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i entered a relationship thinking that i can find love, that i can feel love and that i can at last learn again how to love. i went through it with an open mind and an open heart, thinking that at long last i can have a glimpse of the emotion that has eluded me for quite a while but then things are never what they seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been happy for the first part of the relationship but as it progressed, i felt hollowed out inside. It seemed as though nothing really was going on between us. Yes we communicate but we rarely saw each other because of our schedule and his financial problem. At times i felt i didnt have anyone, himself for that matter and that i was just living a normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got fed up hearing about it, everything i do and everything that has any connection with me he condemns in a way that it makes me feel guilty of being who i am and what i am. i tried so hard to help and give him what he wants but then it doesnt seem to be enough. rather than being happy i became apathetic and angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tried to do the right thing, to end it off since its not only unfair to him but to me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if what i did was wrong, since his not speaking to me right now. i tried to voice out what i feel in regards to our relationship but its as if he doesnt want to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what else to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-116435124577329002?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/116435124577329002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=116435124577329002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/116435124577329002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/116435124577329002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/11/dilema.html' title='dilema'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-116130933061201645</id><published>2006-10-20T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T09:55:30.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dazed and confused</title><content type='html'>i promised myself that i would never indulge again but then some promises are made to be broken.  I just needed an outlet to release all the building questions in my mind and in my life, I needed something to take me away from all the troubles that are circling my every move. I just needed to unwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy? for now i really have no idea. with the events that are happening between the 2 of us rather than being filled with love and happiness, i'm more confused. Did i do the right thing by going into this? ever since we came together my life has been turned upside down. I cant be the person that he wants and i dont know if he can accept who i really am. Our worlds are far apart, and ive been trying my best not to let it come between us, but it seems he's the one who can come to grips with everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know what to do anymore, its as if im settling for the next best thing since i cant have the other one. am i? i really dont know. I have feelings for him but with this distance spanning what i feel for him is over ridden by what i feel for the other. it seems as though im the one doing all the work in this relationship and i think im going past my capacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what more to do...i really dont know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-116130933061201645?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/116130933061201645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=116130933061201645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/116130933061201645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/116130933061201645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/10/dazed-and-confused.html' title='dazed and confused'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-116063936112530600</id><published>2006-10-12T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:49:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, good morning, how you do?&lt;br /&gt;What makes your risin' sun so new?&lt;br /&gt;I could use a fresh beginning too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;All of my regrets are nothing new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a way, that I say I need You&lt;br /&gt;This is a way&lt;br /&gt;This is a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm learning to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm finding that you and you alone can break my fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living again, awake and alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, good morning, how you been?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday left my head kicked in&lt;br /&gt;I never, never thought that&lt;br /&gt;I would fall like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Never knew that I could hurt this bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to crawl&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding that you and you alone can break my fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm living again, awake and alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies&lt;br /&gt;These abundant skies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, abundant skies, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a way that I say I need You&lt;br /&gt;This is a way that I say I love You&lt;br /&gt;This is a way that I say I'm Yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-116063936112530600?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/116063936112530600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=116063936112530600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/116063936112530600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/116063936112530600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-good-morning-how-you-do-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-116012977863548884</id><published>2006-10-06T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:16:19.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let there be light....</title><content type='html'>its been a while since i wrote here. my thoughts and feelings do not come freely and fluidly these days and i dont know why. but since i have time to spare and a myriad of thoughts that i have to unburden, i took the time to divulge these confussing images within my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been together for almost a month and i have to say ive been happy. it seemed as thought ive found someone who can cherish me as me without the pretense and trappings of this world. but as time flies by i get the feeling that he's just playing with me. maybe its just my over active imagination but its what i percieved. he changed ever since we got together. he's not the same. and im not the same. we built a relationship wherein my feelings were not yet cemented. what he felt for me was so huge but mine was not. i was confussed with what i feel for him and what i feel for someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was honest with him, telling him the range of my emotions and he was ok with it, as long as i belonged to him. but this other person keeps intruding not only my thoughts but my feelings as well. yes i have someone, but he keeps popping out of no where and drawing things that i dont feel for the person ive sworn to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other already knows about him, that i have someone already. he seems curious to know who he is, where he came from and so forth. but the curiosity seems out of place, even for someone i consider a friend. ive talked to other people about it, people who know my predicament and what they say continues to baffle me. they say maybe the other has feelings for me aswell and is just waiting for the time and looking if there is someone in his way. but  i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now comes the dilema. the other is making his prescence known not consciously while the one whom ive choosen has slowly drifted away. i dont know how to make sense with everything that's happening...am i paranoid? or are the logical explanations for all of these? i need peace of mind..ive been in the dark for too long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-116012977863548884?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768369.post-115547608696852886</id><published>2006-08-13T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:34:46.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the dark slowly pressing&lt;br /&gt;captivates me&lt;br /&gt;seduces me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it materializes before me&lt;br /&gt;so alluring&lt;br /&gt;mesmerizing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hands caress my body&lt;br /&gt;exciting me&lt;br /&gt;arousing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hungry lips descend on mine&lt;br /&gt;devouring me&lt;br /&gt;skillfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a succelent fruit&lt;br /&gt;i can taste it&lt;br /&gt;savor it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it slowly enters my being&lt;br /&gt;filling me&lt;br /&gt;nourishing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensations erupt inside&lt;br /&gt;confusing&lt;br /&gt;thrilling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;permanently settling my my soul&lt;br /&gt;i feel it&lt;br /&gt;crave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;captured in its naked splendor&lt;br /&gt;i am lost&lt;br /&gt;gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-115547608696852886?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/115547608696852886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=115547608696852886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/115547608696852886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/115547608696852886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/08/dark-slowly-pressing-captivates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-115208211052913418</id><published>2006-07-05T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:50:03.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like the dew drops left in the sun&lt;br /&gt;like a coin in a magicians hand&lt;br /&gt;I want to vanish&lt;br /&gt;like an error deleted on the sight&lt;br /&gt;an obscure painting covered white&lt;br /&gt;I want to disappear&lt;br /&gt;like the music that leads to an echo&lt;br /&gt;the dying that sees no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I want to fade away&lt;br /&gt;like the ashes thrown to the sea&lt;br /&gt;leaves blown by the breeze&lt;br /&gt;I want to be carried away&lt;br /&gt;like the petals falling one by one&lt;br /&gt;the end of the day by the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;I want to not to be&lt;br /&gt;to leave this place without warmth or mirth&lt;br /&gt;the life cursed since my birth&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;for amidst the briars and thorns&lt;br /&gt;lies a child so forlorn&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-115208211052913418?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/115208211052913418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=115208211052913418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/115208211052913418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/115208211052913418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/07/like-dew-drops-left-in-sun-like-coin.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-115001544358733881</id><published>2006-06-11T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:44:03.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to be free&lt;br /&gt;i wnat to unburden the thoughts inside my head&lt;br /&gt;unleash the emotions trapped inside&lt;br /&gt;i want to break loose&lt;br /&gt;to release the caged monster within&lt;br /&gt;hidden by decption, lies and hate&lt;br /&gt;i want to saor, to fly away&lt;br /&gt;to cut ny link from this unforgiving world&lt;br /&gt;and rid myself of all the pain&lt;br /&gt;I want to be sane&lt;br /&gt;to be normal&lt;br /&gt;to be me&lt;br /&gt;I just want it to end&lt;br /&gt;to cease&lt;br /&gt;to not to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-115001544358733881?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/115001544358733881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=115001544358733881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/115001544358733881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/115001544358733881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-want-to-be-free-i-wnat-to-unburden.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-114994200919081372</id><published>2006-06-10T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T20:24:15.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;regerets, nothing can come out when one regrets an event that has been seen, a word that was said and a deed that has been done. regrets just give us migranes with the "what ifs and what have's" circling our head. regrets are meaningless but there is something that i trully regret right now. just because of a word, a sentence i ruined a friendship that i really valued. I didnt know that things will blow out of proportion and i didnt know that they will be able to decipher what i said. that was where i was wrong. now i am left with no choice but to face the destruction that i have done and come to terms with the consequence my actions caused. i dont know what to do since they are all but ignore my mere existence and i cant fault them. it was i who was at fault, the one who made all the mistakes that resulted in our relationship being in tatters so i guess i am left with no other choice but to accept their desicion. i am once again alone and i believe that nothing i do in this earth will make any difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-114994200919081372?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/114994200919081372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=114994200919081372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114994200919081372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114994200919081372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/06/regrets.html' title='regrets'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-114942725643141444</id><published>2006-06-04T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:33:07.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple lang naman ito</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sana ang gabi'y maging umaga&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sana'y makapiling kita&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sa iyo'y sakit gumiginhawa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lahat ng hirap biglang "kaya na"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Ang dalangin ko'y tayong dalawa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sana'y iyong malaman&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kahit ano't aking daraanan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;iyo lamang maramdaman&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;matinding kasiyahan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;na walang hangganan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nais kong sabihin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;kung ika'y magiging akin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ulo mo'y hindi pasasakitin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;problema mo'y aayusin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;lagi kitang pangingitiin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;palalabasin ko ang iyong mga ngipin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Simple lamang ito&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;sapagkat ito ang totoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-114942725643141444?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/114942725643141444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=114942725643141444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114942725643141444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114942725643141444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/06/simple-lang-naman-ito.html' title='Simple lang naman ito'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-114921498431422111</id><published>2006-06-02T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T10:23:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do people fall in love&lt;br /&gt;and they end up crying&lt;br /&gt;Why do lovers walk away from themselves&lt;br /&gt;When their hearts are breaking&lt;br /&gt;Why does loving sometimes never stay long&lt;br /&gt;Why does kissing this time&lt;br /&gt;mean you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Why does gladness become sadness&lt;br /&gt;Things that I don't get&lt;br /&gt;Someone's always saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I believe it hurts when we cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't we know partings never so easy&lt;br /&gt;and with all the achings inside&lt;br /&gt;I believe some hearts won't survive&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to pretend&lt;br /&gt;that we're gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;I could never really love&lt;br /&gt;someone else but you&lt;br /&gt;I have never wanted anything else&lt;br /&gt;but a love so true&lt;br /&gt;But just like a dream&lt;br /&gt;that comes in the night&lt;br /&gt;In the morning you were out of my sight&lt;br /&gt;Turned away from me&lt;br /&gt;Sadly as I see&lt;br /&gt;Away from where I stand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-114921498431422111?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/114921498431422111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=114921498431422111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114921498431422111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114921498431422111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-do-people-fall-in-love-and-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-114798945311547455</id><published>2006-05-19T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T05:57:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;      An Ode To You        &lt;/h3&gt;                    &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt; you are the sun&lt;br /&gt;thatlights up my day&lt;br /&gt;piercing through the shadows&lt;br /&gt;that lurk in our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the joy&lt;br /&gt;that brights up my life&lt;br /&gt;wiping away the sadness&lt;br /&gt;in my world filled with strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the comfort&lt;br /&gt;the rest I seek&lt;br /&gt;whenever the future&lt;br /&gt;appears so bleak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the love&lt;br /&gt;that fills my soul&lt;br /&gt;mending the broken pieces&lt;br /&gt;and making me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the angel&lt;br /&gt;heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;your are, and will always be&lt;br /&gt;my very special friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-114798945311547455?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/114798945311547455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=114798945311547455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114798945311547455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114798945311547455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/05/ode-to-you-you-are-sun-thatlights-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-114760692996486828</id><published>2006-05-14T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:47:17.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it must be the weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;therI don’t know if its me or the weather, but for the past few days im not only reflective but melancholy as well. As the rain continues to fall down, I cant help but stare out the window and think, and in thinking I was able to look inside me. It seems the problem I had before not only escalated but has reoccurred tenfold. They say that the problem is within me for I am the one the built the wall to conceal my vulnerabilities inside. I erected a shield that would hinder anyone from piercing through my armor. Thus I am left with the person I am now, someone who’s utterly lost and empty inside. Yes I admit I am straying away from pain and emotions alike and its because I don’t want to be disappointed in the end. It seems that every time I hope it all ends to nothing, every time I yearn what I want just moves so far from my reach and every time I finally see the light, it is but a mirage, an illusion. Yes I am scared of being hurt because I don’t know what I would do if I’m dealt with that kind of pain again but the sole reason for my evasion might stem from my fear. It seems odd that something like this has ruled my persona for a long time. I’ve tried my best to look for the answer but nothing seems right enough to correct the wrong that I’ve done. It seems that with each passing day I’m slowly dying because the strong passions I had before are now fading away. Maybe like they said I just need something to keep myself occupied, but even that seems too much to ask. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m just really tired. My life right now seems so pointless, so hollow and there’s nothing I can do to correct it. Yes something is wrong with me but the cure is so hard to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-114760692996486828?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/114760692996486828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=114760692996486828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114760692996486828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114760692996486828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-must-be-weather.html' title='it must be the weather'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-114691268713413075</id><published>2006-05-06T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T18:51:27.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it?</title><content type='html'>Is it selfish to hide yourself&lt;br /&gt;And lock your doors from all the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Is it selfish to build a wall&lt;br /&gt;A protection to keep you sane?&lt;br /&gt;Is it selfish to act so cold&lt;br /&gt;And let no emotions show?&lt;br /&gt;Is it selfish to delude the world&lt;br /&gt;And not let your thoughts be known?&lt;br /&gt;Is it selfish to always pretend&lt;br /&gt;With a smile plastered on your face?&lt;br /&gt;Is it selfish that behind that smile&lt;br /&gt;Lurks a creature of disgrace?&lt;br /&gt;Is it selfish to cover your ears&lt;br /&gt;And ignore their tearful cry?&lt;br /&gt;Is it selfish to drown out the words&lt;br /&gt;For knowing in the end its all a lie?&lt;br /&gt;Is it selfish to think of one’s self&lt;br /&gt;And try to preserve ones’ sanity?&lt;br /&gt;Is it selfish to spurn the world&lt;br /&gt;Which through the eyes of prejudices see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-114691268713413075?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/114691268713413075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=114691268713413075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114691268713413075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114691268713413075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-it.html' title='Is it?'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-114687667981135959</id><published>2006-05-06T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T08:51:19.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeated</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the darkness &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The figure hides&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hunched in the corner &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like a beaten child&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Head averted&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bowed down in shame&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Arms encircling the knees&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Concentrating the pain&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Limbs are tense&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Expecting the blow&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Focusing the mind &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That nothing will show&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So strong a being&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not running from pain&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet silent tears are falling &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like droplets of rain&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The night was still &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not a body stirred&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The figure searched for peace&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it was not heard&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suffering in silence&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grieving alone&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its cry muted by the wind&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As tough not known&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day by day it continues&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet no one heeds its call&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Days becoming bitter years&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With no one to help it at all&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An eternity of anguish&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Endless sorrow&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With the rising of the sun&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It might fade into tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But the being is spent&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To tired t try &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just awaiting for dawn&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where its soul will fly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-114687667981135959?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/114687667981135959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=114687667981135959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114687667981135959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114687667981135959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/05/defeated.html' title='Defeated'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-114523943434518730</id><published>2006-04-17T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:03:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a shocking surprise!</title><content type='html'>I just came home from getting my final marks and I still cant believe it. DL ako!! what the hell!! me? a dean's lister? this is just to hard and too much for my tiny brain to comprehend! I still cant believe it! I mean yeah I kinda made getting good grades a priority this semester but i didn't expect that something like this was going to happen. I told my friends that i just wanted to get and average grade of B (3) but i guess my superior mind took over...kidding!! whaahahahaha!! i'm still flabbergasted!! hahahaha cant contain myself! and now their telling me I'm a freak coz my grade was kinda high, i mean higher than expected! hahaha goodness this is just to much!! I think i'll be floating around the house for a while!! not only that I got to see Bianca already! hahaha i really miss my blockmates and tomorrow i think we're going to hang out and just chill (hahaha kathy's word)  its only been 2 weeks since we last saw each other but it seems like a year..hahaha that's what you get when you hang out with each other and spend time in each other's company for like uh...everyday!! aahhhhh im so happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-114523943434518730?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/114523943434518730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=114523943434518730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114523943434518730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114523943434518730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-shocking-surprise.html' title='what a shocking surprise!'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-114445936653069568</id><published>2006-04-08T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T09:22:46.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm back!! hahahaha well technically I've been here in manila since yesterday, I just didn't let people know that arrived..hahaha and what an adventure it was.  I really had a blast even though something happened in the middle of our trip, it didn't hinder us from having  a great time.  And now I'm kinda suffering from it coz I'm so red! hahahaha it doesn't really hurt but when i scratch it it does! hahaha..They said I'm nognog already but the hell do I care! I want everybody to see that I've been to the beach and this is but a small way of letting them know. Duh? if didn't get a bit sunburned or dark from going to the beach what would have been my point in going? hahahaha well to stress my point, just go to this link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://syre.multiply.com/photos/album/27"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://syre.multiply.com/photos/album/28"&gt;http://syre.multiply.com/photos/album/28&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll see what I'm talking about =)  I hope I get the chance to do it again!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-114445936653069568?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/114445936653069568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=114445936653069568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114445936653069568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114445936653069568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/04/puerto-adventure.html' title='Puerto Adventure'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-114413348009604719</id><published>2006-04-04T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T14:51:20.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm counting the hours of my departure, my adventure. Seconds are ticking away yet  I am undecided...hahaha oh what the hell I'll stop with this poetry shit and I'll get down to business...I'm leaving for Puerto Gallera tomorrow and I'm really excited!! Hahaha at last I'll be able to go to the beach, soke up on the sun and get a tan! Most importantly I'll be  able to hang out with my highschool barkada! Whoohooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its been a long time since we were last together. Months hava gone by since we last got a hold of each other. Well it cant be helped since we come from different schools thus have different schedules..hahahaha at least were making time to hang out and chill in each others company. Actually they're going here later in the night, they'll spend the night here at home so tomorrow we'll go to the pick up spot (that sounds awful..hahahaha) of the tour bus hahahaha...we have to leave early though since the pick up time would be 615 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my main concern for the moment is what to bring!! hahahaha i haven't even packed yet and well knowing my friends I think they haven't packed yet too...hahahah we're all looking forward in the clubs and hot guys at Puerto hahahaha....just  hope we find one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-114413348009604719?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/114413348009604719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>What would have happened&lt;br /&gt;If I just closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and willed away your haunting face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would have happened&lt;br /&gt;If I just turned my back&lt;br /&gt;ran away and escaped your warm embrace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would have happened&lt;br /&gt;If I blocked your words, so whisper soft&lt;br /&gt;tempting me in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would have happened&lt;br /&gt;If I sealed my lips from your melting kiss&lt;br /&gt;that silenced what I had to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would have happened&lt;br /&gt;If I barred my hear&lt;br /&gt;and never accepted your coated lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would have happened&lt;br /&gt;If I knew your true self&lt;br /&gt;the monster within that your soul can't deny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't be in this miserable world&lt;br /&gt;remembering the deeds you've done&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be here like an orphaned child&lt;br /&gt;searching for what has been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't be here aching for rest&lt;br /&gt;from digging through the sorrows of life&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be here, wasting away&lt;br /&gt;regretting my life now filled with strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;----====kathy this one's for you====----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-114379685611505217?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/114379685611505217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=114379685611505217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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im the shorty here  since its my birthday..hahaha...well its some day let me tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It started ok, with me going to mass, then going to school being greeted by those who are really close to me through text but something came up to somehow ruin the day. It was chem time and Bia, geline and me were discussing about this group mate of ours who didn't do anything for the project but insisted on having a grade. Ok so its fine by me that he be the one to present our findings in class as long as he do it himself since we did all of the work for the project. But the thing is my friend insisted that she help him. I mean what the hell, why would you help him? let him do his share of the work. But she insisted vehemently until I was so pissed that after class I told them I had to go home. They were telling me not to but I just couldn't stand being in school and feeling so left behind, being let down..then all the feelings I had stored up before kept pilling one after the other that I had no other choice but to let them out. I cried inside the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's where bia found me. She was so shocked coz I was crying. She kept asking if it was about geline and mj, but it really wasn't. The problem was me. I just couldn't handle another birthday having nothing to look forward to but disappointments in the day. Then she told me that cla (the nicests person there is in this world) had something for me. So I decided to go back...there everything changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was with my old blockmates, the group I was with ever since the start of school, we were conversing and everything. I was a bit stupid coz I didn't realize that bianca and geline were gone a long time. Just was when I was about to leave since the people in the table had classes, the 2 arrived and with them a cake and balloons. Gosh I was shocked! not to mention touched. They knew I didn't have it in me to celebrate that's why they did that so at least I would smile..Mehn...what a surprise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So after that we decided to go to eastwood, to watch a movie and eat..hahaha...I had a craving fot Fazolis so that's was were we decided to eat. Our block mates, those from our new block, also said that they were comming but when we arrived at the resto they said that they had just gone out of the traffic. We ate, talked and laughed a lot. Then bianca contacted one of our blockmates asking them if they were going to join us, they said no since one of them didn't like the resto..hahaha..so ok we continued to eat, talk and laugh when our blockmate told bianca that they were on their way to Fazollis..so ok..hahaha that was the end of our gossip session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We waited for them..hahha until we heard their voices down stairs..so we simmered down on the topic at hand and waited for them to come up. That's when I noticed them and that's when I noticed something they were hidding. They had with them a cake (well 2 cheesecakes) with a candle..and they were going our way. Goodness that was the shock of my life...i didn't expect anything from them, neither did my blockmates...and they sang for me..awww...i was so touched..later i thanked them for it and they said "welcome to the block"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;awww..this is one birthday I will never forget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-114225633217161084?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/114225633217161084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=114225633217161084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114225633217161084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114225633217161084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/03/big-twooh.html' title='the big two...oh'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-114199447662836955</id><published>2006-03-10T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:41:16.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with its comming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing has changed. What I felt before and what I feel now are but the same.  Two days are left before the dramatic change in my life and I cant help but feel nothing. I seem to be ungrateful that I cant find joy in celebrating the day I was born. But for me it seems to be but a farce. Why celebrate when I dont see anything and feel anything worth celebrating? I would be deluding myself as well as those around me if I pretend to be happy on that day, or even now. I dont know what to do with myself. I seem ungrateful since everyone around me is so happy with upcomming event, yet I cant find in me the strength to apease them. Im spiraling again into depression and with this I might do something that I may regret in the future. But nothing can seem to stop what is building inside me, this tremendous force that is slowly taking over my being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with this is the feeling of emptiness. Nothing seems to erase this within me. It seems as though with each passing day its growing stronger and digging deeper into my soul. With the approaching event, i remember the things that has created the person that I am today, the coward that slinks away from emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days go by, it just builds on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-114199447662836955?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/114199447662836955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=114199447662836955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114199447662836955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/114199447662836955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/03/with-its-comming.html' title='with its comming'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-113966906210352258</id><published>2006-02-11T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T22:52:00.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizing</title><content type='html'>I am aware he is there&lt;br /&gt;embeded in my mind&lt;br /&gt;so still, so quiet&lt;br /&gt;like the stillness of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel his hand&lt;br /&gt;upon my cheek&lt;br /&gt;caressing me soft&lt;br /&gt;giving the warmth I seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware of his gaze&lt;br /&gt;following my deeds&lt;br /&gt;penetrating my soul&lt;br /&gt;looking for my needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feeel his breath&lt;br /&gt;so whisper light&lt;br /&gt;against my ear&lt;br /&gt;whenever he says goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel his love&lt;br /&gt;in every pore of my being&lt;br /&gt;giving me the strength&lt;br /&gt;to continue on living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am aware  that he&lt;br /&gt;is but a frace, a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-113966906210352258?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/113966906210352258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=113966906210352258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113966906210352258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113966906210352258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/02/realizing.html' title='Realizing'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-113905658103245361</id><published>2006-02-04T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T20:38:28.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is madness</title><content type='html'>to hate all roses&lt;br /&gt;because of one thorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to give up your dreams&lt;br /&gt;because one didn't come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to loose faith in prayers&lt;br /&gt;because one wasn't answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to give up one's efforts&lt;br /&gt;because one of them failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to condemn all of your friends&lt;br /&gt;because one of them betrayed  you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to believe in love&lt;br /&gt;because some didn't love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to throw away the chance to be happy&lt;br /&gt;because one wasn't successful in the first attempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one must remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another chance may come up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a renewed strength&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-113905658103245361?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768369.post-113836719340023144</id><published>2006-01-27T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:06:33.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see it in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;hear the voice in my head&lt;br /&gt;I ache&lt;br /&gt;and I fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be loved so utterly&lt;br /&gt;for years to vanish&lt;br /&gt;and once again&lt;br /&gt;have a heart light with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for someone to draw&lt;br /&gt;absolute trust&lt;br /&gt;absolute warmth&lt;br /&gt;from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to love&lt;br /&gt;without questions&lt;br /&gt;without doubts&lt;br /&gt;without boundaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet love&lt;br /&gt;is not always wise&lt;br /&gt;it has no conditions&lt;br /&gt;no regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not enough&lt;br /&gt;not good enough&lt;br /&gt;to sustain&lt;br /&gt;to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn and pine&lt;br /&gt;I seek and reach&lt;br /&gt;but nothing is there&lt;br /&gt;but empty space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wait and forget&lt;br /&gt;what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;what it means like&lt;br /&gt;to be loved and to love in return&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-113836719340023144?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/113836719340023144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=113836719340023144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113836719340023144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113836719340023144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-see-it-in-my-sleep-hear-voice-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-113671431914104125</id><published>2006-01-08T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:58:39.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But why?</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formula1.com/news/3888.html"&gt;http://www.formula1.com/news/3888.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-113671431914104125?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/113671431914104125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=113671431914104125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113671431914104125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113671431914104125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2006/01/but-why.html' title='But why?'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-113599689705367550</id><published>2005-12-31T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:26:55.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love is not a device&lt;br /&gt;A weapon&lt;br /&gt;Or a weight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It is a gift&lt;br /&gt;With no strings attached&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A flower&lt;br /&gt;That slowly unfolds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Beauty&lt;br /&gt;That is skin deep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It is not through poetic words&lt;br /&gt;Phrases&lt;br /&gt;Or sentences&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But feelings&lt;br /&gt;That are clear and direct&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Spoken&lt;br /&gt;But also felt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Uttered&lt;br /&gt;And never barred&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It is not about flowers&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;Candle light and wines&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But of gestures&lt;br /&gt;With deeper meaning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Actions&lt;br /&gt;Simple yet heartfelt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And touch&lt;br /&gt;That needs no words&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It is not about secrets&lt;br /&gt;Tearful arguments&lt;br /&gt;And lies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;That is never ending&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;That is life long&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And courage&lt;br /&gt;That has no bounds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----===you know who you are, thanks===----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-113599689705367550?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/113599689705367550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=113599689705367550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113599689705367550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113599689705367550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/12/love-is-not-device-weapon-or-weightit.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-113551838448689217</id><published>2005-12-25T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T21:46:24.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My wish&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were different&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was the same&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like before &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a charade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A farce&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A game&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fell victim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trusted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to no avail&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cared&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But was denied&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lost&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my anchor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shield&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sword&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was only&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My illusion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My living nightmare&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Fiend!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With open arms&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protecting you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the mischief &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the world&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supported you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your trodden path&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocked and ridiculed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you were&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished you happiness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy and love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Eternal misery&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unending pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To rot in darkness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To burn in hell&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be enslaved&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a prison&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of unending night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never seeing &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light of day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To experience&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have done &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Never again&lt;br /&gt;will I trust&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor care as I had&lt;br /&gt;Never again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I see you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the star&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lit up my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil take you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-113551838448689217?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/113551838448689217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=113551838448689217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113551838448689217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113551838448689217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-wish-i-thought-you-were-different-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-113478556836870064</id><published>2005-12-17T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:12:48.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its growing back again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-113478556836870064?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/113478556836870064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=113478556836870064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113478556836870064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113478556836870064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-growing-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-113412577152742196</id><published>2005-12-09T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T18:57:21.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is but a lie&lt;br /&gt;An illusion&lt;br /&gt;Created by weak women&lt;br /&gt;And conniving men&lt;br /&gt;Who are but liars&lt;br /&gt;Thieves and cheats&lt;br /&gt;Scoundrels and pigs&lt;br /&gt;Deceivers all of them&lt;br /&gt;Delivering pain&lt;br /&gt;Despair and anguish&lt;br /&gt;To those pitiful souls&lt;br /&gt;Silently tormenting&lt;br /&gt;Their feeble minds&lt;br /&gt;Until they are but&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Thus it is better&lt;br /&gt;To rein in emotions&lt;br /&gt;For it easier without them&lt;br /&gt;Easier and safer&lt;br /&gt;After a while&lt;br /&gt;One could not remember&lt;br /&gt;It was present&lt;br /&gt;For only a fool&lt;br /&gt;Will ask for more sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Only a fool&lt;br /&gt;Will beg for disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Thus only a fool&lt;br /&gt;will let it begin&lt;br /&gt;For in the end&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;Is bound to fail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-113412577152742196?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/113412577152742196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=113412577152742196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113412577152742196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113412577152742196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/12/love-is-but-lie-illusion-created-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-113359443493465746</id><published>2005-12-03T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T15:25:46.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How does it feel to be in love?&lt;br /&gt;To be hopelessly, mindlessly in love&lt;br /&gt;To feel that warmth coursing through your veins&lt;br /&gt;Along with the rising tempo of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to be in love?&lt;br /&gt;To have troubles flee your every thought&lt;br /&gt;Walking the streets as though floating in air&lt;br /&gt;With a silly expression plastered on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to be in love?&lt;br /&gt;Daring to do what is impossible to achieve&lt;br /&gt;Facing demons and dragons in your path&lt;br /&gt;And scaling walls to high to reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to be in love?&lt;br /&gt;To hear music whenever he is near&lt;br /&gt;Having your eyes sparkle like the stars at night&lt;br /&gt;When you glance at the vision you want so dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to be in love?&lt;br /&gt;To have his face circling your mind&lt;br /&gt;Staring in space as though dreaming&lt;br /&gt;And a whispered sight uttered through your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to be in love?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how it feels&lt;br /&gt;I stopped, pondered and the answer I found&lt;br /&gt;It is something I do not have in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-----====Babs, this one's for you =) ====-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-113359443493465746?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/113359443493465746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=113359443493465746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113359443493465746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113359443493465746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-does-it-feel-to-be-in-love-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-113308068584799637</id><published>2005-11-27T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T16:52:06.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Algo es realmente injusticia conmigo. Es como si hay un virus dentro de mi, lentamente rotas mis defensas, devorando mi cordura. Hay tiempos que yo solo quiero soltarse, como penso hay un monstruo dentro de mi esperando para obtener libre pero otros tiempos que yo solo quiero terminarlo todo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Soy analizar aun psicome, pero la cosa es puedo encontrar todavia lo que esta equivocado conmigo. Extrano lo penso puede parecer hay los casos que quiero quemar cada libro que tengo en mi cuarto. Los libros acerca del amor son los unicos refugios del horario agitado de mis estudios, los libros que aclaran arriba mi dia y donde puedo ver donde amor verdadero hace existe realmente. Mas los leyendo no me dan placer ya. Es como si las palabras que lo contenga ridiculizan mi es, me incitando y me diciendo que sere para siempre la manera que soy, perdido y solo. Hay todavia tiempos que yo me revolco en este hoyo de la depresion que lleva a la tendencia de llegar a ser suicida. He pensado de cien maneras de terminar mi existencia, todavia no podria empujar la depresion consigo. Yo no se por que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Solo tengo que expresarlo, para alguien para leerlo y tal vez ayudarme en mi apuro. Soy tan perdido y con cada día de paso es como si suelto mi verdadero mi. Con esto la gente podria encontrarme solo encarcelado dentro de una institucion mental. &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/8768369-113308068584799637?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/113308068584799637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=113308068584799637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113308068584799637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113308068584799637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/11/algo-es-realmente-injusticia-conmigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-113291842684141202</id><published>2005-11-25T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T19:40:10.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will it end?</title><content type='html'>Its still there&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Taking up the place&lt;br /&gt;Where pains once reside&lt;br /&gt;A seed implanted&lt;br /&gt;Nurtured by regret&lt;br /&gt;Sprouting roots of despair&lt;br /&gt;Due to dreams never met&lt;br /&gt;No amount of searching&lt;br /&gt;No amount of plea&lt;br /&gt;Would fill in the gap&lt;br /&gt;That was left gaping within me&lt;br /&gt;Answers were sought&lt;br /&gt;Actions were done&lt;br /&gt;Yet no amount of longing&lt;br /&gt;Could stop what had already begun&lt;br /&gt;Tears wont fall&lt;br /&gt;Pain, hardly shown&lt;br /&gt;Emotions were trapped&lt;br /&gt;As though hardly known&lt;br /&gt;I have lost myself&lt;br /&gt;My sense of being&lt;br /&gt;Enclosed in a prison&lt;br /&gt;Of my own doing&lt;br /&gt;A yearning left unquenched&lt;br /&gt;An ache, unsated&lt;br /&gt;A hunger digging deep&lt;br /&gt;Which pain had created&lt;br /&gt;Yet time has passed&lt;br /&gt;Seasons gone by&lt;br /&gt;Still it festers inside&lt;br /&gt;Urging me to die&lt;br /&gt;When will this end?&lt;br /&gt;When will this cease to be?&lt;br /&gt;For in each passing day&lt;br /&gt;I am loosing the true me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-113291842684141202?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/113291842684141202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=113291842684141202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113291842684141202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113291842684141202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-will-it-end.html' title='When will it end?'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-113238954007821856</id><published>2005-11-19T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T16:39:00.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The week has passed since I've been back in the Philippines, facing the load of school as well as the demands of the teachers. The month that I've spent in the West Coast seemed like a dream, a dream I will always cherish. It seems unreal that I spent that amount of time away from home, from my family and friends and from the issues lingering in the country. The days that I spent shopping, going around the state and meeting my relatives seems like a thing of the past, but what an experience it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I'm back it seems as though a lot has changed, not only in me but in my life. Functioning for school is still hard since I have bouts of jet lag, but I'm happy. When I returend it seemed as though I was gone for a lone time. When I went to school my friends screamed when they saw me, as though we haven't seen each other for decades. Its a heartwrming feeling, to be missed that much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wasn't able to write about my adventure but those who want to see it can view them through &lt;a href="http://syre.multiply.com"&gt;http://syre.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really had a blast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-113238954007821856?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/113238954007821856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=113238954007821856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113238954007821856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113238954007821856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-113090426467625938</id><published>2005-11-01T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T12:04:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the count down</title><content type='html'>i'm counting the days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but time is flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm confussed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I should rejoice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or be gloomed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clock is ticking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream is at an end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-113090426467625938?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/113090426467625938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=113090426467625938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113090426467625938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/113090426467625938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/11/count-down.html' title='the count down'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-112941662204056678</id><published>2005-10-16T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T06:50:22.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Launching</title><content type='html'>five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAST OFF.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-----=====Bye guys, see you when I get back====-----&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/8768369-112941662204056678?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/112941662204056678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=112941662204056678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112941662204056678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112941662204056678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/10/launching.html' title='Launching'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-112700196562705414</id><published>2005-09-18T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:06:05.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13th of September</title><content type='html'>I have never felt so lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain drops were falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was mindless of what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst the sea of beacons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caged by the wall of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so isolated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so desparate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly giving up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drawing me out of my confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saving me from my spiraling grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheilding me from my faceless enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chasing away my anxiety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reassuring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in the haven I longed for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warmth seeping through my could shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying in the arms of my protector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Love you dad*&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/8768369-112700196562705414?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/112700196562705414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=112700196562705414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112700196562705414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112700196562705414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/09/13th-of-september.html' title='13th of September'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-112626865595492598</id><published>2005-09-09T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T20:24:15.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a great time to get sick!! I've just had one of our so called hell weeks and I had coughs and colds while batlling the gruesome tests given by our teachers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It all started last Monday. I didn't really fell all that good when I went to school. For one, I was going to have our Chem LT (long test) that afternoon starting at 530 and ending at 7 pm. Then my blockmate arrived and she said that she had a minor case of colds and cough. I didn't really mind her since I was focused on our test. But that was my mistake. By the end of the day, I rally wasn't feeling good. I was sneezing and coughing ever so often and by the end of our test I alrady lost my voice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things got a bit worse the following day. I alrady had a running nose but my coughs were not that prominent. I was a bit under the weather. I think I even had a slight fever but at least I get to go home a bit early in comparisson to my usual schedule. But things got worse when I got home. I had a test the next day, a test that I really had to get a high grade since I was doing poorly in it. That night I slept a bit early than usual, thinking that because of the number of medecines I took I would just sleep through the illness. But I was wrong. I woke up three times that night because I couldn't breathe properly and when I woke up the next day I had a a bad headache along with the my health declining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wednesday was the worse day ever. The virus inside me was creating havoc to my health. I was looking ahlf dead according to my blockmates that they even wanted me to cut PE since I relly didn't look well. Plus my coughing and sneezing throughout the day was increasing in frequency. The bad thing was I had a test the next day. So since I wasn't feeling wel (with the coughs, colds and headache) I wasn't able to study well for the test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thursday, thank goodness my sneezing was lessend but my coughing just got worse. I sound hoarse and whenever I cough it seemed as though I was going to spew out my lungs. The good thing was I didn't have anything important for the day after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now friday. I'm a bit better compared to the days that passed. Still my blockmates look at me whenever I cough since it seemed as though I was being attacked by asthma whenever I do it. Its still hard to breathe after every cough but at least I dont have to worry about my colds anymore. The sid effect is, they say I soud like a boy..hahaha...According to them, I have a hot and sexy bedroom voice. They kept teasing me about it until the end of the day. Even teh guys are into it...hehehe..atleast they're not that worried anymore....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well I'm just looking forward in seeing Fernando tomorrow. I hope he does good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-112626865595492598?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/112626865595492598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=112626865595492598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112626865595492598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112626865595492598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-week.html' title='What a week'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-112582084068280670</id><published>2005-09-04T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T16:00:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you guys....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been a long time since I last saw and hanged out with my english block mates. The last time we went out was last April ( so many last...hehehe) and I missed fooling around with them. But last night, we had the oppurtunity to be together again...hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was our blockmates debut so we had our get together at our table. Gosh I missed to guys. Their gentlemanly ways, jokes and blunders...hehehe..Like I said before if they weren't my blockmates and if they weren't chinese I would be so into them...They looked so cute wearing semi-formal attires. And like any other guy, they bitched about their looks...hehehe..I didn't know that Justin had sch an avid fascination with himself because he kept asking to get pictures of himself with the guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, Ivan and me were the noisiest in the group..hehehe..it because we have the same brain wave length, along with Nice...hehe so we kept insulting or criticizing the clothes of some of the guest, coz duh they were really bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had such a blast!! that's why they're planning on going out again this comming sem break, since we do have what seems like a month off..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-112582084068280670?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768369.post-112523343949768618</id><published>2005-08-28T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T20:50:39.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To let go...</title><content type='html'>--&gt;To let go isn't to forget, not think about, or ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;It doesn't leave feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Letting go isn't winning and it isn't losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;It's not about pride and it's not about how you appear, and it's not obsessing or dwelling on the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Letting go isn't blocking memories or thinking sad thoughts, and doesn't leave emptiness, hurt or sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;It's not giving in or giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Letting go isn't about loss, and it's not defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;To let go is to cherish memories, but to overcome and to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;It is having an open mind and confidence in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Letting go is accepting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;It is learning and experiencing and growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;To let go is to be thankful for the experiences that made you laugh, made you cry and made you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;It's about all that you have, all that you had and all that you will soon gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Letting go is having the courage to accept change, and the strength to keep moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Letting go is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;It is realizing that the heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;To let go is to open a door, and to clear a path and to set yourself free."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-112523343949768618?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/112523343949768618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=112523343949768618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112523343949768618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112523343949768618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-let-go.html' title='To let go...'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-112521263051970826</id><published>2005-08-28T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T15:03:50.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha...so true!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Pseudo-relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pseudo-boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pseudo-girlfriends.Flings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost like a relationship, but not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a phase where the persons involvedare more than friends, but not quite lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puwedeng may verbal agreement,puwedeng wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One or both of you may have admitted yourfeelings,possible ding hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just let your gestures do the talking for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang pormal na ligawan na nangyari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kayo mag-dyowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa kilos niyo,sa mga sinasabi niyo,parang kayo,pero hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of "relationship"can happen at different stagesfor different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can happen after a break-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still love each other,and you want to be with each otherbut you broke up for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for reasons that you alone know,ayaw niyo na muna magkabalikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can also happen before a relationship,iyong pareho kayong nakikiramdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible din na ayaw niyo munang mag-seryoso kaya kunwa-kunwarian lang muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testing lang. (tama ba un?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puwede ring hindi puwedeng maging kayokasi isa sa inyo may ka-relasyon na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya habang hindi pa siyanakikipag-break doon sa boy/girl(sabi niya makikipag-break siya soonpero di naman niya ginagawa),wala muna kayong relasyonpara nga naman hindi siya nangangaliwakasi "hindi naman kayo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pseudo-relationship stage,for a time, can be fun.Lalo na kung naghahanapka lang naman ng "KALARO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero huwag ka lang mag-e-expectna may patutunguhan kayo kzewala talagang kasiguraduhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bakit ang daming nagse-settlesa ganitong set up ganoonghindi naman siguradokung may patutunguhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba't ibang dahilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puwedeng for fun lang.Puwedeng "buti na iyan kesa wala" orpuwede na iyang "pantawid-gutom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, habang wala pa iyong the real thing,doon muna sa kunwa-kunwarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are not in a serious relationship,they would think that pseudo-relationshipis better than no relationship at all.I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t would be fun, if all you're afteris that "kilig" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I learned that although it wasonly a pseudo-relationship,the emotions were real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And usually, in this kind of set up,merong malulugi.."ung nainlove sa taong taken na.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una, you can't ask him/her to commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's not really a relationship,you can't demand commitment from yourpartner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba kayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be uncertainabout your role in his/her life.You can't expect him/herto be always there with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you feel jealous of the other boys/girls,you just have to keep it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ka ba niya para magselos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa, what ifyou fall deeply in love with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be sure if he/she feels the same way.Baka nag-a-assume ka langna mahal ka rin niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are dyingto tell him/her you love him/her,you can't.Because you're not sureif he/she will like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baka mapahiya ka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stage will always make you wonderwhere you are in the relationship.Or if there is a relationship at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangatlo, what if you become attached toomuch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you have investedall your emotions and this man/woman hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you remain faithful to him/her,not entertaining other guys/gals,only to find out that he/she is seeingother girls/boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pang downside ng pseudo-relationships,it is fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a disagreement sets in,or when one of you gets cold,then that would be the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike in a serious relationship,hindi mo alam kung saan ka lulugarsa isang pseudo-relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala kang pinanghahawakan.Kasi sa pseudo- relationship,there is no "us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron lang "you and me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Thanks Babs&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&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/8768369-112521263051970826?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/112521263051970826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=112521263051970826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112521263051970826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112521263051970826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/08/hahahaso-true.html' title='Hahaha...so true!!!!!'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-112506032689968955</id><published>2005-08-26T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:45:26.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MME said, "The world is too small for my love", but for me its just plain too small. Living in this world is like a friendster connection. You have a friend who happens to be a friend of the friend of yor cousins. There are also instances when you like someone who's the cousin of the friend of the brother of your enemy. Sometimes you and your friend say hi to someone when in fact you both know that person, your just not aware of it. Confusing right? Its also annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had this experience. My blockmate was ranting about her partner in Spanish. The guy is such a...well figure it out. He didn't show up at their meeting, he's always on the run when she's contacting him at the last draw was that he made her wait 3 hours for a phone call just to say "This is taking too long" 10 minutes in the conversation. Can you believe the nerve of the guy? If I was my blockmate I'll smack him on the face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then things get weird. last tuesday she was again telling us the problem she was encountering with the guy when she let it slip who the guy was. Guess what, I know him!! HA! what a big surprise. Plus I had a thing for him back in first year because he reminded me of someone. I swear I was so shoked to know that. Then a while ago we were walking along the corridors when we both saw him. She looked at me and asked if it was the same guy. And yes it was...HA! what an unbelievable turn of events. Like I said, the world is just a tad to small for my liking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-112506032689968955?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/112506032689968955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=112506032689968955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112506032689968955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112506032689968955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/08/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-112452809389517259</id><published>2005-08-20T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:04:55.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been a long time since Anne, Babs and me have spent the night together. Before college started we spend so much time together. There was a time that our stay in each ones house lasted up to a week. A lot of people wonder what we do when we're together. Well that's the mystery..hehehe and only the three of us know it. So it was really nice that after long time we came together and spent the night with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to the Toyota car show at World Trade Center yesterday. I just went there since I heard that they were housing the Toyota F1 car. We were supposed to meet there since the three of us are formula one fanatics. But things didn't turn out the way we wanted them. The car show was not what I expected. Yeah I saw the formula car and toyota's concept car but that was it. Since I was the first one to arrive I was able to tell them what was in store for us. So we decided to just go out since its been a long time since we last went out together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Galleria and we decided to watch a movie. I turned out we had ourselves a movie marathon. It was really fun, with all the things we've been undergoing now, its a nice way to break free from the stress and problems of our lives. We arrived relatively late at my bf's house but we still didn't sleep. We talked talked about the things that happened before, remeniscing about the past since it seemed that me past kept resurfacing last night. But late into the night Anne fell asleep and it was just babs and me. She asked me stuff regarding the problem she ws encountering and I tried my best to tell her what I think about it. We talked and talked until we both fell asleep &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But now were back in reality, where we have to face our demons whole heartedly. Still it nice to remember that with our hectic schedule we still find time to be together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-112452809389517259?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/112452809389517259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=112452809389517259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112452809389517259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112452809389517259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/08/together-again.html' title='Together again'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-112350197362950465</id><published>2005-08-08T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:52:53.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question</title><content type='html'>How can you say that love is true&lt;br /&gt;when people just come and go?&lt;br /&gt;leaving you in a darkened world&lt;br /&gt;to bask in pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say that dreams are true&lt;br /&gt;when they easily fade away?&lt;br /&gt;So called fantasies that hold no meaning&lt;br /&gt;just mere illusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say that joy is true&lt;br /&gt;when sadness is etched on your face?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that mirroir the heartache within&lt;br /&gt;chassing bliss and all its trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say that promises are true&lt;br /&gt;when they are hardly kept?&lt;br /&gt;Empty vows that hold no truth&lt;br /&gt;leaving lies that you easily accept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say that hope is true&lt;br /&gt;when you lie quivering in a puddle of grief?&lt;br /&gt;answers so desperately sought&lt;br /&gt;reward you with anguish and not relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say that friendships are true&lt;br /&gt;when gossips are within reach?&lt;br /&gt;unknowingly murdering each other&lt;br /&gt;making it a bond easily breached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can you say that families are true&lt;br /&gt;when alone is what you have become?&lt;br /&gt;isolated and neglected&lt;br /&gt;left by the ones who should have come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-112350197362950465?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/112350197362950465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=112350197362950465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112350197362950465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112350197362950465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/08/question.html' title='A Question'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-112324978743985019</id><published>2005-08-05T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T14:29:37.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>Forgettable&lt;br /&gt;That is what I am&lt;br /&gt;Living a life&lt;br /&gt;That is nothing but a sham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlovable&lt;br /&gt;That is what I see&lt;br /&gt;Of the pitiful creature&lt;br /&gt;That exists as me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrettable&lt;br /&gt;That is what they say&lt;br /&gt;Of being with me&lt;br /&gt;In any possible way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worthless&lt;br /&gt;That is what I feel&lt;br /&gt;Due to the wounds&lt;br /&gt;That would not heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;That is what ill be&lt;br /&gt;Like what is written&lt;br /&gt;In my destiny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-112324978743985019?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/112324978743985019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=112324978743985019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112324978743985019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112324978743985019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/08/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-112194247288082835</id><published>2005-07-21T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T14:24:07.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing</title><content type='html'>I miss those times, the warm summer days&lt;br /&gt;the stolen kisses and warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the eyes so filled with mirth&lt;br /&gt;staring into mine, mirroring myself worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the smiles that light up my day&lt;br /&gt;chasing my anger and despair away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the voice that fills my ear&lt;br /&gt;a natural music sailing in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the hands I've always sought&lt;br /&gt;enveloping mine without a thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the arms that encircle me&lt;br /&gt;trapping me close, never setting me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the touch that cradles my face&lt;br /&gt;so still,  so soft, never leaving with haste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the warmth that soothes my soul&lt;br /&gt;completing the void, making me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the nights and the joy I had&lt;br /&gt;and I miss how to hope, to feel and to love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-112194247288082835?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/112194247288082835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=112194247288082835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112194247288082835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112194247288082835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/07/longing.html' title='Longing'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-112143439473742406</id><published>2005-07-15T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T21:33:14.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell week fast approaching</title><content type='html'>Hell week is comming and I' m going out of my mind. It wouldn't be that hectic if i had weekends but unfortunately I dont. Tomorrow is my friends debut but it coincides with the first meeting of NSTP. Because of that I have to wake up early and sleep really late. Plus I'm going to be up and about with things, first with NSTP then with Harry Potter, then I h ave to go to 2 hotels to pick up things for the debut then attend the debut. Oh Gosh , I think I cant wear my heels tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the side benefit of tom is not only will I be spending time with my friend on her debut but I get to have the sixth book of J.K. Rowling. Thank God!! I've been anticipating that book for quite some time now and finally after much ado I'll be able to hold it in my own hands....hehehe. The fiifth book left me wanting for more since it was a bit hanging. But alas, I can only read the book on fri since I have test everyday next week. But hey I get to have the book already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-112143439473742406?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/112143439473742406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=112143439473742406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112143439473742406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112143439473742406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/07/hell-week-fast-approaching.html' title='Hell week fast approaching'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-112072565959030533</id><published>2005-07-07T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:40:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest at last....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been a long time since I last wrote here..hehehe…well I’m pretty swamped with school work and even though I’ve only been in school for about 3 weeks it feels as though I’ve been studying for a long time. Well summer class can be blamed, since I only had around 2 weeks for summer vacation. But school load can also be blamed. I feel like I’m back in high school, so much to do with so little time. I have 2 labs every week so that means I go home relatively late, like my schedule during the summer. Right now, I’m swapped with paper work that I really don’t have time to have a social life. I’m a recluse, so to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;People are also telling me that I’m slowly losing weight. I actually don’t believe that since I still look the same whenever I look at the mirror. But our activity in PE 101, well, shocked me. We were measuring our height (hehehe) and weight to get our total body fat. So okay I’m not tall..hehe..but heck that’s heredity. So when my prof was reading the scale for my weight, I was shocked. I lost 8 pounds since I last weighed myself. Gosh that was a wake up call. But like what I told my friend, I can’t do anything about it since I eat lunch at 830 or 1030 and I walk from one class to the next (which are situated in both ends of the school!!!) wherein my classes are right after each other. So hello what am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Another anomaly has happened to me. My humerus (hehehe..zoo talk for arm) keeps popping out of my shoulder! I really have no idea how it happens or why it happens, its just so. When you see it happen, you can feel a concave region on my right arm (where the tho are connected). It’s really funny but when I let my parents see it, well I got a scolding. They say its because I’m too thin, as if…but my dad said maybe its because of my swimming, you know butterfly and everything. But hey they’re not doing anything about it, so I really don’t think it’s a big deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally tomorrow I’ll have time to rest and relax. It’s been a while since I took the time to just stay at home, do nothing and watch TV. And because of my so called paranoid nature this year, I’ve already done my homework for next week (how geeky is that!!!) so I can just bum around and do nothing. Rest at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-112072565959030533?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/112072565959030533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=112072565959030533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112072565959030533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/112072565959030533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/07/rest-at-last.html' title='Rest at last....'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111829413490371668</id><published>2005-06-09T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T13:15:34.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is there a logical explination for a change in a person's personality? How can an individual be fiery, ill-tempered and demonstrative before and become coll, frigid and detached the next? Maybe its dur to hormones. Too much insulin coursing through the blood stream, having an over does of oligosaccharides thus having one major sugar rush leaving the person hyper active and thus more succeptible to emotional out flow. His or her food intake and diet then plays a big factor in this phenomenon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dully explained where then does the individual's sudden melancholy and despair spring from?Why does the desire to severe ties with the outside world take root? How can one be blank inside when there are a myriad of emotions bouncing from other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What then is the solution to this unfathomable dilema?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111829413490371668?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111829413490371668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111829413490371668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111829413490371668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111829413490371668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/06/is-there-logical-explination-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111781215264012513</id><published>2005-06-03T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T23:22:32.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am slowly loosing my mind!!! AHHHHHHH!!!! I'm so freaking bored I dont know what to do!! I mean I dont want to go out of the house since im going to spend money if I do but while I'm stuck here at home I dont know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm virtually running out of books to read, shows to watch and sites to visit!!I feel so restless and I dont know where it comes from. I'm irritable and moody with no apparent reason. I'm slowly spiriling into a pit of melancholy and depression and I dont know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe I'm walking into the point of no return, the boundary between sane and paranoia. Heck i need help before I do something I may one day regret. Ahhhhh!!! if this does not let up soon I may take things in my hands....literary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111781215264012513?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111781215264012513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111781215264012513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111781215264012513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111781215264012513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-slowly-loosing-my-mind-ahhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111716666045785930</id><published>2005-05-27T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T12:04:20.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At long last I can finally say I'm on vacation...hehehe its been delayed for 6 weeks beacuse of my summer class. But yesterday I finally felt the freedomfrom not doing school work, from not waking up early and sleeping late and frombeing stuck in school fro roughly 8 hours a day thus there's no time for shopping and stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehehe...its because yesterday my friends and I went to gateway because I had to get something from my uncle (my project for zoology). But since we had so much time before the concert (we watched Ashanti's concert) we decided to watch a movie. They wanted "The House Of Wax" but there was no way in hell I'm going to watch that kind of movie, so we settled for "Kingdom of Heaven"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Infairness, it was good. One of Orlando Bloom's finest, since he looks gay in his other movies. So off we went to the concert..hehehe...it was really fun even though our seats were not that good 9since the tickets were only complimentary) we had a blast..and next week I'm looking forward to our so called slumber party here at my house...hehehe....we haven't done it for a long time ...God it feels like high school...hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111716666045785930?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111716666045785930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111716666045785930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111716666045785930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111716666045785930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/05/at-long-last-i-can-finally-say-im-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111701653551077980</id><published>2005-05-25T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T18:56:34.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some of my pix in our trip ti Anilao, Batangas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/P5200062.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/P5200062.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/P5200068.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/P5200068.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin, Twinkles and me on the veranda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/P5210086.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/P5210086.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/P5210124.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/P5210124.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, those were the days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/P5210083.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/P5210083.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the island we went snorkling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/P5210131.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/P5210131.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the car going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/pic%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/pic%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin, Bianca and me inside the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/pic%20045.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/pic%20045.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the lesft, jap, me, twinks, bianca and chin with out pulutan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111701653551077980?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111701653551077980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111701653551077980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111701653551077980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111701653551077980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/05/some-of-my-pix-in-our-trip-ti-anilao.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111598513853095854</id><published>2005-05-13T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T19:52:18.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last week of my summer class is just around the corner but the stress that I have been undergoing for the past weeks is taking its toll. So much to do in so little time and the body can only do so much that I fear I'm breaking down physically and mentally. I have constant head aches, I'm losing sleep and my social life is non existent. Still I'm having fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just came back from our shooting of Shakespeare's Mid Summer Night's Dream. And although I have the longest and most lines it was still fun. My group mates are so good, they seem like professionals since they were taking about angles, lighting and such. Specially our director! He did all the props, arranged for the venue, asked some one to do our musical score (can you beliece it? all our songs are original!!) The only hassle was, we did the thing in U.P. so we were sort of harassed by some kids, my group mates got harassed by stupid students who didn't have enough breeding instilled in them and there were a lot of people in the place so it was hard to shoot without getting those people into the film&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now, I know how a celebrity feels when shooting!! My body aches all over and we just shot 1 scene for lke 4 hours, what more if you do this thing day after day. But now, I have to dwell on my Zoology since I'm going to have my test on Monday (comprising of the human skeletal and mascular system, oh boy) and tomorrow and sunday are the only free time I have since for the past week, I have benn practicing for Lit and attending my class for Zoology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only a little more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111598513853095854?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111598513853095854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111598513853095854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111598513853095854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111598513853095854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-week-of-my-summer-class-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111528536081366745</id><published>2005-05-05T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T17:41:21.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know, I know. I should be thankful since I have the chance to use the internet and that I really do not have homework pending for tomorrow. But still If you waited 4 hours just to know that its free cut, who wouldn't be upset? Well at least I went home early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, just want to share what happened to me the past week. Monday, well there wasn't any school so I just lazed at home. Tuesday was one of the highlights of my week. We did blood typing for lab. Its a procedure to know what your blood type is. But there was a catch. We had to draw blood from our own bodies!! Hehehe..you know the BBC? we did that. We pricked our fingers to get the blood and we placed them on glass slides. But something funny happened to me. I was bleeding all over the table. Hehehe...our prof told us to pinch our finget about 20 times to get enough blood, but I think I over did it because when my turn came I had enough blood for my entire class...hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, we focused on the Kingdom Animalia. Instead of sketching the speciments our prof told us to bring digi cams!! How techi is that! So we finished early and did other things like these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/cla%20and%20geline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/cla%20and%20geline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cla with Geline scouting for boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/erys%20and%20geline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/erys%20and%20geline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Geline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/geline%20the%20monkey.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/geline%20the%20monkey.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geline turning into a monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/zoo%20block-c.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/zoo%20block-c.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkles, Bianca, Geline, Cla and the usual things that we eat during our break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/what%20said%20bianca.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/what%20said%20bianca.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What!!! said bianca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/take%20a%20pic%21%21.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/take%20a%20pic%21%21.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a pic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehe..these are the people I spend most of my time with. Well if you a 6 hour subject you get to the point were your brain is turned into mush...hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111528536081366745?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111528536081366745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111528536081366745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111528536081366745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111528536081366745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111495345417348426</id><published>2005-05-01T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T21:17:34.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God, I think the only time I could write here is during the weekends. Shit my days are so packed that I barely have time for my own. Well things did happen this week, aside from the ever present heat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Thursday I had my second long test in Zoology. I was pretty apprehensive since the topic was a little bit hard. But something funny and remarkable happened. We were about to start when our prof told us, and I quote " Okay guys, number one write your order for Ice Monster"..What? we were so shocked since we didn't know that our nagging of him springing for that treat would be taken seriously. So he left us with a sub in order to buy our treats. So cool!!! So after the test each one of us were eating Ice Monster, and the thing is were 15 in the class. Man is he rich!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay then at last I went out of the last Friday. It was Joca's treat for her birthday and thank goodness I was able to go out of the house, since I've been cooped up inside ever since summer class began. So we went to East Wood, ate dinner and after so long, shopped. I've really missed the adrenaline rush of shopping, of picking out the right kind of color, style and brand that I like. I know I'm a shopaholic but its so hard to wear shirts to school these days since it is so damn HOT!!! I mean it seems as though were frying in Hell!! And they say its going to get hotter in May...shox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I'm happy since we dont have classes tomorrow. Although I have to read something for Lit at least its not that heavy..Thank God!! I'm looking forward to my Lab trip in Anilao in May 20-21, hehehe, its going to be a first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111495345417348426?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111495345417348426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111495345417348426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111495345417348426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111495345417348426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/05/god-i-think-only-time-i-could-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111430557501086655</id><published>2005-04-24T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T09:19:35.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been a long time since I last wrote herer, well the primary cause is my summer class. My schedule doesn't permit me to have the usual things I had. I mean, I leave the house for school at 930 and I leave school at 630 pm, arriving around 7 and I still have to do my homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually this is one of the few times this week that I was able to use the internet with the sole use of leisure. With my demanding subjects (primarily zoology) I just use the net to search and sometimes check my mail (for reasons related again with school). My friends are even teasing me that I don't have a life anymore. Lol..actually that's true, that's the price I have to pay in order to achieve what I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems my schedule right now is preparing me for med school. I mean all those home work, sleeping in the wee hours of the morning plus the tests and quizes. At least I have a slight grasp of what is instore for me in the future (just multiply what I'm doing by 10 fold..lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So this is it for me right now, I'm actually writing this while doing my report for zoology (animal like protist for god's sake) and I dont know when I'll be able to write again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111430557501086655?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111430557501086655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111430557501086655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111430557501086655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111430557501086655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-been-long-time-since-i-last-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111287471969936826</id><published>2005-04-07T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T19:51:59.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have returned!! I just came back from our trip in Palawan and it was really great!! I left Sunday morning since our flight was at 11:15 and from then on my adventure began. When we arrived a shuttle was waiting for us . They were the ones arranged by my mom's friend so we could go to there house in Quezon, Palawan. The thing that I didn't know was the trip would take about 2 hours and we were going to share the vehicle with other people. Plus the road going to Quezon was anything but smooth, it was a freaking rough road!! Imagine travelling on a road which is mage up by dirt anfd stones..sighs..When we reached there my mom's friend welcomed us and we had the treat of a lifetime. There were tons of food that were only for my family!! God my diet went down the drain. Then they lead us to the place where we were going to stay. I couldn't believe it!! We were staying at a cabin near the sea but there was a catch!! We didnt have TV, aircon and the cabins were really small!! Plus there was a race scheduled  that day and I wasn't able to watch it!!! Oh the agony!!! But my baby won anyway so I was really happy though I learned of it through a call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Monday we went to the Market in Quezon and there I had the shock of my life!! The food there was so cheap!! Imagine, Galungong was 10 bucks per kilo!!! per kilo mind you!! And the dried fishes range from 60-90 pesos per kilo. I really lost my head, my mom aswell!! So she bough tons and tons of dried fishes, her pasalubong to her friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tuesday we went to the famous Tabon cave, the cave were the first inhabitants of the Philippines lived. It was so cool coz we had to ride a boat to go there, plus we had to wade through strong waves that were infront of the mountains entrance. Then we had to climd steep stairs to see these caves. They were really great!! Though a bit tiring, it was worth it since we saw this cave that had vegetation in it and it was in the heart of the mountain, so we had to treck in order to go there!! I really had fun but my parents had a hard time..lol.. then we went to two different islands which means different beaches..hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wednesday we went to the underground river, but shit the road going there was so bad that my butt hurt!! and we had toi travel for 2 and a half hours so imagine the pain!!! But it was worth it because the place was so beautiful!! You wouldn't believe it and that's why I encourage people to go there because its once in a life time experience!!! Also we went back to Puerto Princesa since we will leave Palawan the next day. There we were treated by my uncles cousin to a place were the food is so good I had so much!! It was the first time I ate sisig made up of sea foods!!! hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thursday, that's now. We left Palawan 1:00 in the afternoon and arrived here at 2:10. I cant believe it, I'm back and I have to face reality for in a few days I'll go back to school. But it was worth it, although my vacation was short it was worth everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111287471969936826?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111287471969936826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111287471969936826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111287471969936826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111287471969936826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-returned-i-just-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111235737611196540</id><published>2005-04-01T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T20:35:10.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of my vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At last I can finally say that my vacation has started. Yeah sure classes ended last March 19 but with the Holy Week I couldn't get out of the house and have fun. LIke every Chatolic within the country, I had to observe the lenten season so I was stuck at home with my books. Atleast I had something to kill the time. So my break actually started last Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt; My sister and I decided to go to Rockwell since we were given permission by our parents to buy Haviannahs (sorry dont know if that's correct). At last we bought those sought after slippers from Brazil. Well my mom wanted them since we were going to Palawan and they would be useful. The thing that we didnt expect was that my Dad' s best friend was also there. He invited us to go to Market Market because he wanted my Dad to see this car that he is about to buy. So we went Mall hopping, isnt it fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt; It suddenly come up to me that it is so darn hot!!! I mean if we sit down in one corner for about 30 mins without moving we would still be perspiring. So I got this hairbrain scheme to cut my hair. But the thing is it was shorter that what I expected..lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; My block mates and I decided that this is the day for our get together. So we went to Green Hills and did the thing that we do best when were together, shop, talk and eat. We caught up with the things that are happenin in each one's life during the duration of the break and we alsp lamented on the time we will waste during our summer class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing much happened, I just stayed at home and read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; This is the most eventful day this week. I'll just show the pictures so you can find out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/Erys"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/Erys%27%20cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake my friends bought to celebrate my birthday, although its weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/Lighting%20the%20candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/Lighting%20the%20candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kace lighting the candles of my cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/Erys"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/Erys%27%20and%20her%20cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/Blowing%20the%20candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/Blowing%20the%20candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blowing my candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/All%20around.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/All%20around.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friends and Me around the cake they bought to clelebrate my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/Scavenging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/Scavenging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow Down!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the pool to have some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/Jo,%20Helen%20and%20Joca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/Jo%2C%20Helen%20and%20Joca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo, Helen and Joca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/layzing%20around.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/layzing%20around.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joca layzing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/The%20cuties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/The%20cuties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cuties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/kace%20without%20shame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/kace%20without%20shame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kace taking the plunge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/Jo%20taking%20the%20plunge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/Jo%20taking%20the%20plunge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo also taking the plunge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111235737611196540?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111235737611196540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111235737611196540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111235737611196540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111235737611196540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/04/start-of-my-vacation.html' title='The start of my vacation'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111138106768319102</id><published>2005-03-21T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T12:22:49.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my baby won!! he actually won the Sepang Grand Prix yesterday!! and I'm so happy. You see he placed third in the Melbourne Grand Prix and I was really hoping that he would do well in the upcomming races. Gosh, when I watched the Prequalifing I was really nervous because the other top racers where at the bottom five...like Schumi..hehehehe...so I thought he woudn't be that lucky. But he proved me wrong, he did it...and it looks as if its his birthday gift to me (since they didn't have a race on my birthday)....Gosh I just wish that he would continue to do his best in the upcomming races. So unfortunate for his team mate, they could have scored more points but thing happen...that's why all throughout the race i was praying for him...It seems like I pulled it off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh I hope they win, the standing of Ferrari is not good but it looks like they're going to release their new car in the upcomming race, I just hope he can still do great in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/alonsoand me.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/alonsoand me.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alonso and Me so happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; This is the picture my blockmates made for my card, so it seems he really was giving me a birthday present with his winnings..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111138106768319102?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111138106768319102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111138106768319102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111138106768319102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111138106768319102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-baby-won-he-actually-won-sepang.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111106312894484243</id><published>2005-03-17T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:50:59.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it is over. the end is finally here. freedom is now within my reach. such joy, such exhiliration burst through my pores. my heart is beating so wildly, like a horse galloping into the wild. the time has finally come....for us to party!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yehey!! finally its summer already. i've been waiting for what seem like an eternity for school to be out and for me to just sit back, relax and enjoy the show..hehehe..well this week was all finals so i didn't do that much aside from studying. but something really funny happened last moday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was my first day for finals, also the day after my birthday. i was running a little behind since i got stuck in traffic. so i called one of my blockmates to ask if they are already there. but the thing was, while i was talking to her i could hear people laughing from the background. she herself was laughing, so i thought something was up. when i entered the classroom all my blockmates greeted my a happy birthday. i was really surprised in seeing all of them there. then two of my closets blockmates gave me this card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we have this tradition oin my circle to give a card to the celebrant where in everyone signs on it. but the thing with my card was alonso's pic and mine where there..lol..it looks like were hugging. it was really funny and when i upload the pic ill show it. after the test we went out and ate at our favorite restaurant in katipunan... hehehe its something ill never forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as of this moment i'm talking with those guys. i'm really gana miss all the fun we had during our eng and lit classes. were planning on going somewhere and they even though were going to be apart in the future, we shoulnd't forget the bound we formed... gosh im getting mushy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im looking forward to this vacation for although i am going back to school to catch up on classes that i still lack for my course, some of my time will be spent with my new friends and old ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111106312894484243?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111106312894484243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111106312894484243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111106312894484243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111106312894484243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111060853730689825</id><published>2005-03-12T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T14:30:13.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>He is out there waiting&lt;br /&gt;As the sun sets, bringing forth night&lt;br /&gt;He stands still. Solitary. Beckoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shadow in the darkness, a silhouette of night&lt;br /&gt;A faceless stranger amidst the stars&lt;br /&gt;The answer to my unending plight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear his voice, whispering&lt;br /&gt;Through the winds, the rustle of the trees&lt;br /&gt;Seeking me out. Seducing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My love, my life" he chants&lt;br /&gt;Slowly piercing my barred soul&lt;br /&gt;"Come to me" he silently commands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes flutter close, my body began to sway&lt;br /&gt;His soft demand assaults my being&lt;br /&gt;Saying "within my embrace is where you should stay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotized beyond control&lt;br /&gt;I slowly walk into his awaiting arms&lt;br /&gt;Condemning my immortal soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I will lie for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped within the reapers warmth&lt;br /&gt;Spending my life with this entity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111060853730689825?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111060853730689825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111060853730689825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111060853730689825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111060853730689825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/03/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111035529567208415</id><published>2005-03-09T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T16:01:35.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My birthday is just around the corner, but I'm not happy. For me its just an ordinary, telling me that school is about to end. I dont see the purpose of celebrating something that hold no meaning to me.  I dont see the point of saying its "happy" when I for one am not. I'm just indifferent about it because i dont feel anything at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dont see the purpose of celebrating life when I'm dying inside. I dont see the purpose of being happy when what I feel is desolation. I dont see the reason for joy and warmth when I feel cold and empty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's the point right? Everybody's telling me to celebrate, but you see I can seem to find anything to celebrate. Maybe its because of the knowledge that I'm going to be a year older. Or maybe its because I dont see the reason the celebrate a life in which I dont want any part of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111035529567208415?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111035529567208415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111035529567208415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111035529567208415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111035529567208415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-birthday-is-just-around-corner-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-111017068673571063</id><published>2005-03-06T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T12:44:46.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My baby won!! my baby won! and I'm so happy for him. I was disappointed at first since his prequalifying and qualifying time was so slow (because of the hard rain) so he was placed at the bottom ten of the pole. He was at the 13th position so I wasn't holding any hopes of him going to the podium. It woud have been okay for me if he was at the top ten since had a bad start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But he won, well technically he ranked third. From the 13th place he want up ten notches and I couldn't believe it. I was at home, staring fixedly at the tv because he was gaining and he was winning. That really made my day Plus his team mate was the one who really won the race, so it was a done deal for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so happy I saw him again, and his victory is somewhat an early birthday present for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-111017068673571063?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/111017068673571063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=111017068673571063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111017068673571063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/111017068673571063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-baby.html' title='My baby....'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110999373216320364</id><published>2005-03-05T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T11:38:35.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its the start of the F1 season and I'm so happy because I finally saw Fernado again. Oh my gosh, he is so cute. But it sucked because their place in pre-qualifying was at the bottom 10. Well it was due to the weather. It was really pouring in Melborne. Good thing Fishecella was on the top, atleast one Renault member has a good position. They had to reschedule the qualifying because of the conditions so I have to wake up tom at around 7 to watch it. Its okay since I do wake up early anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The thing that sucks is I have to do a lot of things for monday. I have 2 projects for Botany, 1 journal entry for 46 chapters (wherein we have to write about each chapter) on Lit and the stupid story book for Fil. I have to do it since there are only 3 of us in the group. One is so passive you could literally forget she' s there, then there's the guy (doi can you in this life time ever trust a guy?) so that leaves me. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then I had this dream the other night. It was about this someone. We were in a building, in school or in a hotel. I really dont remember. I just recall falling, my friend catching me because I had high fever. She brought me to the clinic and that's when that person showed up, along with our friend. They brought me to this room, where they placed me on the bad. Then things started to get weird. That person laid beside me, drawing me close, snuggling beside me. I was drifting to slumber when I heard our friend said. " That's not good, your not supposed to do that". But I see that person smiling and just cuddled close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know what to think, I dont know what to feel. Maybe I'm just blowing things out of proportion.. Lol...&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/8768369-110999373216320364?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110999373216320364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110999373216320364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110999373216320364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110999373216320364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/03/ahhhh.html' title='Ahhhh'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110964933227423366</id><published>2005-03-01T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T19:41:36.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think something is wrong with me. There is this certain feeling inside me waiting to be unlocked, to be unleashed, to be let free and its making me afraid. Sometying is happening within me, a change, an awakenin but its covered with dread and anxiety. I think I'm turining to my old self again, the person that I have tried so hard to conceal, to hide and to vanquish. I'm returning to the person I was years before, a person whom no one in the persent can recognize, a person I tried so hard not to face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm becoming Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde is slowing vanishing into air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It came haunting back last thursday,a rush of emotion, a flopding of the senses clouding the mind and leaving me vulnerable. The years that have passed suddenly stares me in the eye, showing itself and mocking the person I am now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm confused, left in the dark not knowing what to do. Who am I? Who is the person that stares a me when I face the mirror? Who is the person I see in every photograph tha surounds thje house? Who is the person the sleeps, walks, talks and relates with my family and friends? Who am I really or better yet what am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110964933227423366?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110964933227423366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110964933227423366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110964933227423366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110964933227423366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/03/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110921108102030946</id><published>2005-02-24T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T14:40:28.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Namamaalam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paalam inang nagmamahal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;patawad sa aking paglisan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ngayo'y matutupad ang matagal ng dasal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na isang buhay na puno ng kapayapaan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paalam amang nagtataguyod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;patawad sa aking paglayo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa wakas iiral ng ang iyong alinsunod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at mawawaksan ang pagbabalat- kayo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paalam kapatid, kahati sa buhay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;patawad at ika'y iniwang bigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nawa'y maintindihan sa iyong pagkalumbay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na sukdulan na ang hapdi ng aking puso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paalam kaibigang na laging nariyan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kasakasama sa bawat gawain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patawad at ika'y aking iiwanan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at tuluyang mawawala sa iyong piling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paalam irog, aking sinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laging kasama sa tuwina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patawad at hahayaang kita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na humarap sa dusang na nag-iisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paalam mundo na sa aki'y nagluwal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bukang liwayway di muli mapagmamasadan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aking wawaksan ang buhay kong pagal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;upang pighati'y di na muli maramdaman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110921108102030946?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110921108102030946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110921108102030946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110921108102030946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110921108102030946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/02/namamaalam.html' title='Namamaalam'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110913527598552707</id><published>2005-02-23T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T13:13:13.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long week end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just arrived from school (duh where else am I gana go?) and I'm virtaully free of things to do. Hehehe, this day seems so great since I got to spend some time with my blockmate Issa (since we had free cut for English), thenI saw my blockmates wear skirts. We talked about it last Monday, so I was dying to see them (plus i wanted to wear the new shirt I bought from Folded and Hung). I also so this guy I was crushing on (sort of) but I got a bit turned off because of his get up. Since the papers had already been passed (only one left and that's for eng) I'm enjoying my free time. Specially tomorrow, my class is only math and its at 730-900. Okay I still have to wake up early but hey!! I get to go home early too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then there's Friday! Since its the feast of Edsa Revolution we dont have classes! Whoopee!! I get to spend my time lazing around and practically waste my time doing nothing. But alas here comes the kicker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Monday I have two exams. One is for Botany lecture and the other one is for Botany Lab. Then I have to pass the revised outline for English, including 15 note cards (which I have already done, thankfully) and 10 bibliocards. Also on Sunday i have to attend this fun run (which is totally not fun) for PE as my finals. So I have to wake up really early since its gana start at around 530 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But hey, there is still plenty of time left for me to relax. I am so in dire need of a break because of the tedious work I have done for the past weeks. Thank God it finally here!! Salvation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110913527598552707?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110913527598552707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110913527598552707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110913527598552707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110913527598552707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/02/long-week-end.html' title='Long week end'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110889480772384459</id><published>2005-02-20T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:38:26.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debbie's debut</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my brother's birthday. We had a celebration here at home but unfortunately I wasn't able to join them. You see it was also my blockmate's party. My parents said it was okay for me to go so I went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was so fun because it was the first time we went out as a block late at night. We had a riot because of Arthur. He's such a clown that we just kept on laughing and laughing. I also got the chance to see them dance since the four of them were part of the 18 roses. hehehe. Then after everything we got to party!!! hehehe thse guess were party animals but Issa was so shy that we had to drag her to the dance floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All in all it was an evening i'll never forget. So I'm going to share with you guys the pix we took last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/flowergirls..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/flowergirls..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Nice Issa and me as Jasmie trias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/grouppic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/grouppic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konti lang kami sa block an pumunta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size=12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nababading na ata si marion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/hmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/hmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uyyy..anu yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/smile.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/smile.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin, Arthur and Ivan. Hay pacute as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know with you but these guys rock!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110889480772384459?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110889480772384459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110889480772384459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110889480772384459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110889480772384459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/02/debbies-debut.html' title='Debbie&apos;s debut'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110845503798264950</id><published>2005-02-15T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T16:10:37.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yo lo trate otra vez anoche. Era el dia de los enamorados mas yo no podría sentirme ningun amor, ningun calor de las personas alrededor de mi. Era tan vacia, asi que solo, izquierdo en el rincon oscuro revolcarse en auto compasion y el temblor contra el frio con que me rodea. Yo no podria parecer ayudarme. Es como si algo dentro de mi quiere escaparse de los limites rigidos de mi tan llamo la vida. Mi come adentro, royendo en la base que construi una vez. Yo no se lo que hacer ya. Con cada dia pasajero que mi resolucion desmenuza y tengo miedo. Tengo miedo por quiza un dia que acabo de ver yo mismo como un cadaver frio dentro de un atau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;d&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/8768369-110845503798264950?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110845503798264950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110845503798264950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110845503798264950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110845503798264950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-day_15.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110819242059725074</id><published>2005-02-12T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T15:13:40.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much fun</title><content type='html'>hehehe, its Saaturday but alas I had to wake yp early because of my nstp. But will get to that in a little while. I'll first relate what happened to me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It wasn't a typical friday for me. First of all I had an NSTP meeting (that ruined my shopping hours), practice for our Lit and a play to watch in the evening. It started well since I saw my 2 so called crushed that morning. The first was when we were in the corridors and the second when we were walking down the stairs. Something funny also happened that day. My block mate and I went to my car so I could unload my things. It was a shock for us to see that my othe blockmates car was beside and behind me. So with my devious mind we decided to put up their wippers.lol...but they caught us sneaking arround the parking lot so they retaliated..lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But something bad happened. My block mate (whom we think is gay) backed out from our scheduled practice because of some petty excuses. It really sucks because I arranged the practice so we could accomodate his schedule but apparently he doesn't give a damn about us or the presentation. So to relieve my anger Issa and I decided to go to East Wood. Actually we were really going there because we planned the whole thing weeks before nbut things came up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we shopped and shopped until I noticed that it was already 320 and we were supposed to meet Justin at 330!! Oh no!! so we frantically looked for a taxi and fortunately we arrived just in the nick of time. So we practiced with the songs and the puppets and we realized that we really need extra pairs of hands. Just then Marion came (he was our blockmate but not our groupmate) and we just wasted our time in Justin's house until we were ready to leave for the play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we arived in school people were already going in but Ivan, our other blockmate was missing. Unfortunately we weren't able to locate him so we went inside without him. God! The play really sucked!! I mean it has a story and the actors were great but the way it was presented was not only sleezy but repulsive aswell. So during intermission we decided to ditch the play and just eat out. However Justin had somewhere else to go to and Nice needs to go home so only myself, Issa, Kelly and Marion went out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was so fun, we talked and talked and learned a lot of things from each other (specially Marion's love life..lol...) So like Justin he criticized the way I drive, saying that I'm reckless. Duh!! Asif he isn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay today was our last NSTP outreach for the sem (Yeah!!!) but even though my Saturday schedule will be back to normal I'm still gana miss my kids. It was so funny because we forgot to buy food for the kids so I had to drive to Jolibee with only 15 mins remaining..Lol...my blockmates (course) were with me and like what the guys in my eng block said, I'm really reckless. What the hell, I only did that because we were running out of time. And it turns out we could ask the drivers of our jeep to bring us to Jolibee, so much for my trouble!!..So we had games when we reached the school. It was so much fun and like I said I'm going to miss those kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But now, I have to focus on my Eng assingment. She told us to look for articles that have fallacies in them. How hard is that!!! OH well that's life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110819242059725074?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110819242059725074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110819242059725074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110819242059725074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110819242059725074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-much-fun.html' title='So much fun'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110793614325148493</id><published>2005-02-09T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:02:23.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehehehe...Okay yesterday my group decided to have a practice for ourLit presentation. But the thing was my other 2 groupmates have late schedules so myself, Justin and Issa were the only ones left. Unfortuantely my last class is at 1200 so was Justin's but Issa's is at 130. So we had to wait. Also it was so hot yesterday. I mean it was really hot!!! Good thing I was wearing sleveless or else I would have roasted alive. So Justin proposed to do our practice at his house. So okay, we went from Ateneo to Greenmeadows..lol..it was so fun and his house was so amazing!!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay back to the practice. We spent most of our time doing the props since there were a lot. But we didn't neglect to have fun. We teased Justin tremendously regarding his views on women in general. Also he told us someting about his relationship with his ex-. Awww...he's such a sweet guy and he loves his ex so much that his trying his best to win her over. Then we got a tour of his house. Issa and I practically drooled over his closet!! I swear its every girls fantasy. Its walk in and directly beside the bathroom!!! But alas we later found out that our presentation was moved on mon (eeewwweee.....valentines) so we have to reserve the venue again and porbably practice again (but were having a prob with one of our groupmates...shit I want to wring his neck....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So my next adventure happened only a while ago. Its ash a wednesday so we had mass in our church. Because of that our class at 1030-1130 was cancelled. My blockmates and I decided to go to mass (just to get the ash...nasty) and after that we went out to eat. It was so fun because we seldom get the chance to go out. Unfortunately our planned get away this friday was postponed because of the number of actvities we have. Oh well....but were planning to go to Justin's house so we could practice again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110793614325148493?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110793614325148493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110793614325148493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110793614325148493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110793614325148493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/02/hehehe.html' title='Hehehe'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110769201948888119</id><published>2005-02-06T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:13:39.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero terminarlo todo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Trate de matarme anoche. Yo no lo podria ayudar ya. Era tan cansado de mi vida y las cosas que sucedian me a. Acabo de querer para renunciar, libertarme de esta miseria, de este dolor y de todo estos sufrimiento. Quiero tener la paz no solo para yo mismo pero para mis padres. Se cómo que comida arriba ellos es conmigo tan por eso yo quise terminarlo todo, asi que su sufrimiento dejaria. Hay todavia una linea dentro de la muneca. Una linea que hice en una tentativa para terminarlo todo. Estoy solo en este mundo. Nadie adorarme y nadie adorar. Yo no se lo que hacer mas con mi vida. Para tan largo he abrigado el penso de la matanzame y es solo ahora que hice la accion. Quiero morir, ahora y para terminar todo estos afligen. Acabo de querer para ir. Ah Dios apenas me toma ahora, y termino mi existance miserable&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/8768369-110769201948888119?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110769201948888119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110769201948888119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110769201948888119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110769201948888119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/02/quiero-terminarlo-todo.html' title='Quiero terminarlo todo'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110740207296744166</id><published>2005-02-03T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:33:19.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work...work...work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow I can't believe that the week is about to end. Even though its Thrusday I feel asif its only Tuesday. Maybe its because of all the things that I did the previous days. I remember my schedule last weekend. I actually I didn't have a week end:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;730-830: English, we had to work on our magazine that was due the following week&lt;br /&gt;830-930: Lit&lt;br /&gt;1030-1130: Botany *so far nothing dastardly has occurred so here's the twist*&lt;br /&gt;100-400: Study for Botany because we have a long test the following Monday&lt;br /&gt;700-900: watch play for Filipino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;700-1200: NSTP&lt;br /&gt;200-4:00: Watch Film for Lit at the UP Theatre&lt;br /&gt;600-900: Go to Mass and eat out with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000-400: Study for Botany&lt;br /&gt;400-600: Write paper for Lit and finalize magaine for Eng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See? How fun my life was those past days? But the fun hasn't stopped. Im currently having problems with our Lit presentations. We're going to present the story "Dead Stars" by Paz Marquez Benitez by using creative means. My group decided that we do a puppet show so the task of doing the scrip fell on me. It was okay at first even though the story was 20 pages long, twice that of the other groups, but when our prof questioned our method of execution, I wanted to scream at her. Good thing myblock mate (who thought of thew whole concept ) intervened (also we think our prof has a rush on him). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also I'm currently working on my shifting requirments. I'm going to transfer to BS pcyhology hopefully by summer. Gosh, I have so much subjects to catch up since the AB has lesser science than the BS. So I'm practically killing all my summer and my time so I could graduate on time. Pluse we have tons of paper. But for me they are okay, I mean all you need is time (which works for me oz I do things ahead) , pen, paper and your mind all your all set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good thing my schedule right now permits me to rest and relax. My PE and Fil were freecut so I got to go home early. Plus I got the chance to talk with the person incharge of the shifting in the Psych dept, so I know now what to do in the comming summer. I only have to work on the Lit presentations, the things needed and the things my kids would use in NSTP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then, Valentines is just arround the corner *sighs* Well I don't have anything against Valentines but still I'm both pissed and depressed because of its comming. Well I'm pissed because its such a mushy day. I mean, specially in school I think its the time where all the couples will celebrate because they can show how much they love their significant other to the whole world. Puhllleaaassse, asif we care right? But still I'm kind of depressed knowing that there is no significant other for me....*wail* I still can't believe it!! Four years without having a crush!! Although crush is way different from love, its still depressing that I can't seem to find that perfect one. *sighs* Oh well maybe its not meant to be...LOL..whatever..such cheezyness..ewwweee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110740207296744166?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110740207296744166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110740207296744166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110740207296744166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110740207296744166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/02/workworkwork.html' title='Work...work...work'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110664537101277136</id><published>2005-01-25T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:30:13.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woe is me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so depressed. I got my mid term marks last Monday and well they weren't that good. Actualy there were only 2 subjects that really made my grades look bad. Math (duh what's ner?) and Fil. My Fil grade really sucked coz we weren't expecting to get that low of a grade. I think he's basis for our grades is our recitaiton and those awful quizes about Balarila that he makes us take. So there, almost all of us just got a passing grade. But the mid term marks or advisory marks are really not a good basis on the probability of us students passing Ateneo. Sometimes te teachers just make up grades or just take the score of one test so they could present something for the release of marks. So okay, that wasn't really bad. I can still make good in the comming weeks and I jsut have to exert more effort in participating in my Fil class..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, well that's not the only thing that made me so blue..lol...well last Monday again, my guy blockmates from english scolded me. Can you believe it? They were doing the tsking sound along with those knowing stares and head shakes. And all because of my recklessness..lol..in driving. My block mate told me that he followed me along Katipunan while I made the U turn in front of gate 3. They went beside me and tooted me (tooted?...whatever..hehehe) so that I could recognize them. But duh!!I was concentrating on the road and why the hell would I care if someone was pissed of with the way I was driving?...So they said I was a reckless driver, and the dead give away that the person driving was me was because of the stickers at the back of my car. Sure I know a lot of guys who have Ateneo stickers stuck on their cars. But have you ever seen a guy's car having a Power Puff sticker? Hell no!!! So they pin pointed immediately that the person driving was me..hehehe...sorry guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110664537101277136?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110664537101277136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110664537101277136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110664537101277136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110664537101277136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/01/woe-is-me.html' title='Woe is me...'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110620736722527371</id><published>2005-01-20T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T15:49:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agony...shear agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you know the saying: " Your brain is turned into mush"? I believe I'm actually experiencing that phenomenon. I can feel my brain liquidating as of this moment. I think in a few minutes its going to shut down by itself and render me stupid. Its all because of math. I'm going to have my mid term test in math tom evening and its driving me insane. I have to do good in it because I totally screwed our last two exams. Sure sure..I'm only taking Math 12, the easiet math there is in Ateneo but believe me, the tests are not easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think its because of my teacher. He's a sadistic S-O-B. Imagine only about 5 in my class got a good grade in our first test. Comparing it with the other classes wherein almost all of them get an A, my class totally sucks. So I have to study really hard for it, but the weird thing is even though you study ( seeing that the lesson is really easy ) when the test comes your totally dead. Another reason is because of the length of the equations and solutions needed in order to answer the problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back in high school, 2 matices are enough to eat up half of you time but in my class, were solving 3 - 4 matrices that are really long. So you see time is of the essence. But I dont think our professors know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*sighs* so there you have it, my agony for this day. Good thing I can go home before the test so atleast I could still study. But God!!! what good will it do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110620736722527371?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110620736722527371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110620736722527371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110620736722527371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110620736722527371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/01/agonyshear-agony.html' title='Agony...shear agony'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110583635141130429</id><published>2005-01-16T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T08:46:52.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was really excited. My groupmates and I were going to Gateway that afternoon for our Feature Article in English. We are going to focus on the mall's Cineme. I have bever been there so I was giddy with delight because I will not only see the new place but I'm having a chance to shop!!! My block mate Issa, wanted to come with us although she wasn't part of the group. Unfortunately her class ends at 1130 while ours end at 1230&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fate or myabe God has other plans. My meeting scheduled at 1130-1230 was cancled. So I called her up and asked her if she still wants to join us. We were debating if we would go ahead since were going to waste an hour of shopping time waiting for my groupmates. I was in full agreement to go but there was this guilt in me because I was going to leave Vanny (my group mate) with my other group mate whom we really detest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So off we went, and it was really fun. We ride her car and arrived at Gateway in about 30 min. Gosh she is really fun to be with while in the mall. We shopped till our feet drop and waited for the others to come. But something happened. Vanny texted me saying that our other groupmates hasn't arrived yet and she doesn't have his num. Well I also didn't have it (bad.....) so I texted my other eng block mates looking for his num. It was then that this swet thing happened. Every one told me that they didn't know his num so I asked this one guy whom we're somewhat close if he could ask our other blockmates and help me find that damn number. Guess what he did look for it..AWWW....If he wasnt Chinese and if I just feel a little something for him I would have fallen (even Issa) for him a long time ago. I didn't know that chivalry still exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so there, they arrived but we had this problem taking picutres of the place. Apparently it was not allowed. So we talked to the manager of the cinema who directed us to the marketing manager of the place. Can you believe all the trouble we went through just for picture?...Then when the guy found out we were from Ateneo, he was in total agreement for us to take picutres...After that Issa and I went shopping again. Then we went back to school because I left my car there and Issa will meet up with her group mates since they're going to Qiapo. I saw my math teacher from highschool in the campus, can you believe it? He looked like one of us...hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NSTP day, it was the first time that we met the kids that we were going to teach. They were really cute but some where really shy. Later I found out that some of the kids that didn't participate in the activities we had was because they cant read and are ashamed for the others to see. It was really fun, we interacted and played with the kids although they kept forgeting what my name was (it was hard for them to prnounce it). After that my parens picked me up since my car needed repairs. So we went to Sta. Lucia to eat lunch that led to my going shopping again. It was sale, and those four letters make me hyperventilate and make me see different things lol...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Now its sunday, I have to rest because I have a paper due tom and I also have a quiz in Botany. My agenda is going to church and coming back here because of that. I need to study because mid term week if finally here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110583635141130429?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110583635141130429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110583635141130429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110583635141130429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110583635141130429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/01/adventure.html' title='An Adventure'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110507668481297391</id><published>2005-01-07T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T13:44:44.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh, we just came back from our Christmas vacation but it seems like we haven't been to one. Papers are due one each day and there are still more comming. Assingments are being given by truck loads and they are not easy to make. Plus there are the extra curricular activities such as orgs and the like. They're not a piece of cake. I'm just glad that my schedule permits me to do these things earlier so I could enjoy my time more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm really happy with the events that happened within this week although there are still minor glitches in my mood. Last Wednesday my prof in Botany returned our long test. I was really surprised because I got a relatively high grade. The test was a major pisser. The identification was okay, the essay was fine but it was really long but the multiple choice was a major disaster. She didn't each us those things so I just guessed the answers. Good for me that some of my answers were correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Sighs* I dont think I could enjoy my weekend that much. I have to finish my  paper in Lit (which is half done), do the poster , paragraph and description for Eng (which is so long) and finish my Botany home work (which agitates me because I cant find the last tissue!!!) But hey I do believe I'm doing things way ahead so I would porbably finish them in record time. Good thing we wont have NSTP tom because I still want to stay in bed and not wake up at 5 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110507668481297391?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110507668481297391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110507668481297391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110507668481297391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110507668481297391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/01/friday.html' title='Friday..'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110472889837431342</id><published>2005-01-03T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T13:08:18.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow a brand new year, a brand new start and a brand new adventure. I can't believe that the year is finally over and there' s a new one yawning in the horizon ( man!! sorry, studying lit!). But it only seems like yesterday when I first entered college, when I met my new set of friends and when I first encountered the grading system. And now I on the last phase of my freshman year and in a few months I'll turn 19!!! Yuck such an old soul already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well but since the year has laready started it also means that I have to go back to school again. Arrghh..I dont want to see the face of my Lit teacher and this paper I'm doing for Fil is pissing me off. Why is it that writing ing English is a piece of cake while making an essay in Filipino rattles the brain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn, but I also want to go back so I could see my friends and catch up to what happened to them. Specially Marion, he was in Thailand when all hell broke loose. We were so worried but then we found out he was in Bangkok and not Phuket. But he tlod us that he felt the earthquake while he was in their hotel room. Neat!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shox, have to end this for now, have to do that damn paper..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110472889837431342?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110472889837431342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110472889837431342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110472889837431342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110472889837431342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110420388432629653</id><published>2004-12-28T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T11:19:01.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber party!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual I didn'n post this because I was waiting for the pictures to be developed. Hehehe, so last december 22-23 my bakada and I decided to have a get together since its been a long time since we last saw each other. So we went to Joca's house and unleashed all our pent up energies..lol..we watched movies, drank a lot of ....soda, ate tremendous quantities of chips, screammed our heads off while following the bouncing ball, played cards and talked until exhaustion took place at arround 430 in the morning. It was really fun!! We even took pictures of Joanna while she was sleeping and recorded her snoring because she was the first person to drop dead. But its in my phone. Darn!!! hehehe..here are some pictures we took in that so called slumber party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/party4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/party4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEOKE!!!! along with other necessities such as drinks, chips and cake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/party3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/party3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking and talking with no care to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/party2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/party2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before we slept we were still taking pictures of our beautiful selves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/party1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/party1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixing our pulutan among other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I'm really going to miss seeing this guys once school starts. Miss you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110420388432629653?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110420388432629653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110420388432629653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110420388432629653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110420388432629653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/12/slumber-party.html' title='Slumber party!!'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110410830586826501</id><published>2004-12-27T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T09:10:47.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day worth remembering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I forgot to post this because of the many things that were happeneing in my life..lol and well I was also a bit lazy to upload them. My last day before the christmas was spent with my Englisgh block since English was the only subject I had for that day. We had exchange gifts and everything. We gave 3 of our boys ( the boys we usually hang out with ) special gifts to show them how much we value them. lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We gave Ivan things from the "Our Lady of Peace and Good Voyage" and a rosaary so that he would be protected whenever he uses his car. Somehow he always ends up bumping the car anywhere. For Justin, his picture in a bunny frame for him to remember the day he portrayed a role of a rabbit for our Lit presentation. And for Marion, Pooh floaters since he was a part of his high school's swimming varsity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, we went with Ivan to hang his things inside the car and went for a joy ride. It was really fun and something I wont forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are our pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/IM000467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 242px" height="240" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/320/IM000467.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Vanny, Me, Issa and Nice. We're inside Ivan's car going on a test drive to see if the things we gave him will protect him from accidents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 242px" height="240" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/IM000465.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcee and me in the parking lot infront of Xavier Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 242px" height="240" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2764/640/IM000464.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan with the things we gave him so that his car would be safe from sharp objects, in comming vehicles and from himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110410830586826501?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110410830586826501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110410830586826501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110410830586826501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110410830586826501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/12/day-worth-remembering.html' title='A day worth remembering'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110358558739814829</id><published>2004-12-21T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T07:33:07.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Market Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cant believe it! I'm up so early in the morning. Still not used to the break time schedules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday my friends and I (along with my sis) decided to go to Market Market since I haven't been there yet. But first we had to make a stop at the LTO coz my best friend is going to get a students liscence. Yehey!!! So we took a jeepney from her house to the LTO office near the Municipal Hall of Cainta. But when we got there, the LTO office was gone!!! AHHH!!! So I called up my dad and asked him where it was now. Damn we wasted alomst 30 mins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we decided to go to Market Market already and to do that we had to look for an FX that has a Crossings sign. Ahhhh!!! It was so hard!! We were out in the streets, inhaling the exhaust fumes of the cars (that made me so sick again) and it was so hot. We went to 3 different stops bnut we still couldn't find transportation. But after roughly an hour of waiting we found one. AMEN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Crossing but we still had to go to my aunt's office. So we rode a tricycle. I couldn't believe how many public tranportation vehilces we got into!!..lol...but going to Market Market, we her driver bring us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!! I was so shocked because it was soooo big!!! I literally lost my head while shopping. My friends had to restrain me because I wanted to go here and there and shop here and there!!lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here' s the fun part. In order to go home we had to ride the taxi going to Galle and ride the FX ( again) in order to go to Cainta. Looking for a taxi was easy but waiting in line for an FX at rush hour is hell!!! Still I had a great time although my ffet hurt a lot and my ungs are about to collapse!! hehehe...try it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110358558739814829?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110358558739814829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110358558739814829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110358558739814829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110358558739814829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/12/market-market.html' title='Market Market'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110317730409298948</id><published>2004-12-16T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T14:08:24.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you feel it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is comming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The dark mist is moving from the west. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slowly ever so slowly, making its prescence known. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The winds are slowly rising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blowing, blowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So Strong, so powerful, so sure of its intent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is screaming, can't you hear it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Howling, howling. Like a cornered animal so sure of its impending death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is comming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The sun is covered by angry clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So black, so dark that not a single ray of light could penetrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The flowers are wilting, dying one bye one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The birds are no longer singing, nor grazing the trees around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Death permeates the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;An odor so foul, so rancid is left in its wake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The world is slowly being engulfed in a dome of shadows for what lies ahead is to horrendous to accept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is comming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No prayer, no plea could stop its voyage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No amount of hope, no amount of want could hinder its path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is comming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It brings forth coldness that embraces your existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like a cloak that takes away all the warmth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its touch are like frozen talons burrying itself into your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh the pain, such pain, such agony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As though your soul is being wrenched from your body, leaving you numb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is comming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And there is nothing that can be done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110317730409298948?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110317730409298948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110317730409298948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110317730409298948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110317730409298948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/12/can-you-feel-it.html' title='Can you feel it?'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110282984912469870</id><published>2004-12-12T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T13:44:10.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I plead exhaustion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like a wrung out wet cloth. My head hurts like hell, I dont feel well and I still have to study for my Botany long test (that we were supposed to take last Friday). I just woke up. Funny right? Well its not. I woke up arround 400 this morning because I had to go to school for the Fun Run. Let's put it this way, it wasn't fun. It was so tiring because we had to run from the cov-courts to the Moro gym then to Bel passing ISO then gate 3 going to arround the Blue Eagle Gym then passing infront of the grade school then back to the cov-courts . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sad thing was I didn't eat breakfast. Stupid of me right? Lol..well my parent were still sleeping and I really didn't think about my stomach so off I went, driving through darkeness and arriving at my destination with only ice tea in my tummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I did eat once I reached the house. I was so famished that I ate a huge bowl of soup. My parents were still a litlle bit droggy since I did wake them up. But they were going on this gift-giving activity (for my dad's club) so they really had to wake up early. Then they left me because I was really so exhauted that I couldn't form a coherent thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After they left (and after I ate) I instantlly fell on the bed and slept. But like anyone who wakes up from an afternoon nap, I didn't feel peachy after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110282984912469870?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110282984912469870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110282984912469870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110282984912469870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110282984912469870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-plead-exhaustion.html' title='I plead exhaustion'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110274691261087031</id><published>2004-12-11T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T14:35:12.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck was not by my side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just finished taking a bath. Weird right? I mean taking into consideration that I just took a bath oh say about 6 hours ago? Let's just say that I have a valid reason for doing it. I mean if you smell like rotten vegetables with a combination of exhaust fumes, I do believe you would also do what I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay recap of what happened for me to do such a hygenic thing. Today's our first NSTP meeting. Since it was the first, and my best friend was going to hitch with me, we went there realtively earlier than what was expected. We waited for about 30 mins before we were officially called to board pur jeeps. I was really excited, well since we were like going on a read trip. I was thinking that whatever we would do was comparable to what we did back in our CAT days in fourth year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we arrived at the school. It was found in Payatas so you can just imagine what the surroundings (not to mention the smell) was like. We waited for about an hour there, just standing and being idle. Then we found out that we were in the wrong school!!! Can you imagine? we wasted an hour doing nothing because the driver of the jeep followed the wrong directions. So we waited again for half an hour for the jeeps in our school to fetch us. So we had to take another trip into the dirty, smelly and smokey highway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But at last we arrived. It was really an adventure, we were like a part of the amazing race. But it was also a little scary, coz the school that we were assingned to was only 100 meters away from the dump site. It was really risky to leave there. The people that inhabit that place are not what you would like to be friends with. I'm not saying that they're not nice but their upbringing and ways are very different from what we are accustomed to. And the smell!!! God...I think it came from the combination of rotten food with a little of this and that that were already passed their expiration dates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since we were late, the Skills training started late arround 1030. Meaning that I had been awake for 5 hours already!!! Ugh...then they gave these talks on how to know if the kid is not ready to read and it was sooooooooooo...majorly boring. Good thing our faci told the teachers that thay had to cut it and let us eat. I was so lethargic with the lack of food ( because the last thing I ate was oh five hours ago) that I might have fallen asleep in the middle of there instructions. Then finally we went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there you have it...my amazing day that ended in tragedy...oh well there's still tom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110274691261087031?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110274691261087031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110274691261087031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110274691261087031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110274691261087031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/12/luck-was-not-by-my-side.html' title='Luck was not by my side'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110265411357974533</id><published>2004-12-10T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T12:48:33.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week to remember</title><content type='html'>Okay its Friday and its been a long time since i last posted here so I'll just give a brief run down of what transpired in my little sphere this couple of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We had Monday schedule because of the trmendous number of suspension of classes that fall every Monday. But we were going to have a mass, scheduled at 1030-1130 so it means that we wouldn't have Botany!!! Yehey!! so together with my english block, we decided to eat out for once. So there, we went to Kamirori in Katipunan and had a blast. But there was only one glich. You see we had to use my car since I'm the only one in my circle of friends there that has a car and can drive. But on the way back to school something happened to me. My car wont start!!! Shit... I was majorly pissed! I mean how the heck will I go back to school right? So I called up my dad ( whose phone is out of coverage area) and ask him what I'm supposed to do. It turns out the stering wheel was locked and I only had to turn it hard on the left side and start the ignition inorder to start the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was my parents anniversary at it also happens to be the Feast of the Immaculate Conception ( weird right?). So we went to hear mass early in the morning and we went out so we could celebrate. We also went to a new shopping center in Libis. Its like Cosco in the States. It was cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing really significant happened this day. The only thing was my math class ( that was 730-900) was cancled or in other terms we had free cut. Could you imagine math having free cut? It really weird. And my next class was at 900 so I had to wait for it. But then PE (my next class) only took about roughly 20 mins because we only measured our body fats (lol...). Then came Filipino..well you be the judge of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Finally its friday, but I still have to go to school tom and on Sunday. *sighs* Oh well. Okay this day totally sucks!! I mean it!! We were supposed to have our long test in Botany today since we weren't able to take it last Monday (we lacked another set of hand outs). I studied for it for a week already because seh postponed it only when we had our meeting last Monday. So okay, I was a little bit apprehensive since I dont know how she gives a test. Then the bombshell drops. We were waiting for her for 10 mins already (since after 10 mins it means free cut) and she still hasn't come. So our beadle went to the department and asked about her. They told us they have a substitute and wait for another 5 mins. So we waited...and waited...and waited...until the beale told us its free cut. Damn!! I've studied and studied for that test...but all for naught!!! Grr.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110265411357974533?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110265411357974533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110265411357974533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110265411357974533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110265411357974533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/12/week-to-remember.html' title='A week to remember'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110231888388881898</id><published>2004-12-06T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T15:41:23.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe how much we take for granted the little things that make our life worthwhile. I mean from the food that we eat to the clothes that we wear, we really do not appreciate these gifts. I for one have neglected one of them and that is the telephone. Yes the telephone. I have used this device for as long as I can remember. From talking to my friends to using the internet, the telephone has been a very big part of my life. Yet I did not see its grave importance, until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You see we have lost one of our lives beacuse an unscrupulous person stole the wires of the telephone line for subdivision near us. Unfortunately one of our lines was connected there. Thus my bestfriend and I were rendered immobile because we can not talk to each other for the duration of roughly 3 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a good thing that our other line was still working. However I had to compete not only with my sister but also with my parents in using the phone. Specially during the time of the typhoon because from sunup till sundown my sister was using the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But now, I'm alive. I can finally talk to my friends and see how they fare without me. I will never, i mean never take this piece of equipment for granted again for now that I have suffered the results of its loss, I can now savor its real worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*parang essay noh?*&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/8768369-110231888388881898?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110231888388881898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110231888388881898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110231888388881898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110231888388881898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive!!!'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110205202593171797</id><published>2004-12-03T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T13:35:29.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shox, its not raining anymore. I do love it when in rains, specially when there's a typhoon.  I'm not only happy because there's a big chance that there won't be any classes the next day but there's this certain joy when I see the strong winds blowing and the rain beating hard against the concrete. I know, I'm weird. My dad even scolded me because I was really sad when I realized that the storm changed its course. He said " A lot of people are really happy that the super typhoon will not directly hit the metro but your sad because its not raining anymore"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well can you blame me if I love that kind of weather. It's so sinister, so eerie, so powerful that you cant just help but love it. Okay anyway, I'm a bit happy since there's no classes today but I still have to study for my botany test on monday. Hopefully she (my prof) would reschedule our test since we haven't recieved her final handouts and we haven't reviewed as a class for it. But to be safe I'm studying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I texted my block mate a while ago. I wanted to know if we were going to have our NSTP tom. Lol...I really didn't want to go. I don't know, I'm just plain old lazy to go there since it wold start at 7 am and end at 12. Shox such a waste of a perfectly good saturday morning. But she told me that we wont have NSTP!!! Yehey!!! but hey, I'll devote my time studyin (asif)..lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110205202593171797?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110205202593171797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110205202593171797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110205202593171797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110205202593171797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/12/friday.html' title='Friday..'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110198357711825219</id><published>2004-12-02T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T18:32:57.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cont....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh..the storms really strong. I can hear the wind and rain outside my window and its alarming. I recieved an email a while ago and there was an attachment there about the storm. It is really alarming since the picture made me see that the storm is as big ( or even bigger) as the country!!! I also saw in the news that signal number 4 is already raised in some parts of the country. Whoa!!! I really think that this storm would make a very big impact in our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay change topic. Remember I told you in my other post that my block mate's note book is with me. I was really distressed because I knew that the storm would come this evening so I really didn't know how I would give it to her. She texted me just recently and told me if I could just email her some parts of her notes that were not part of the hand outs. I know its tedious work but since I did borrow her notes I did it. At least I wont be worried and guilty if she cant study for out test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh..I'm logging out already. The strom's making me twitchy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110198357711825219?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110198357711825219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110198357711825219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110198357711825219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110198357711825219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/12/cont.html' title='Cont....'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110197238000213042</id><published>2004-12-02T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T15:26:20.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typhoon Yoyong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything started normally for me this morning. My alarm clock went off at 5 am. I woke up. Opened my lamp. Got out of bed and went to get my towels ( I have two because I have long hair). That's when things began to change. My towels were not in their proper place. So I went to my parents room ( so I could go to their bathroom) and got my towels. My dad's alarm clock wasn't going off yet so they were still asleep. The cool thing about their alarm clock is that it has a built in radio. So while I was getting my towels I was listening to the news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's when I learned that all classes for all levels were canceled because of the comming typhoon. Gosh! wow I couldn't believe it. What are the chances of college students having no classes when there's a typhoon? Like zilch right? They only cancel classes when its signal number 3 or if the roads leading to the school are flooded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I went back to bed and woke up arround 8:30. The weird thing is it wasn't raining ( that hard) outside. So I was thinking, why would theyh cancel classes if it wasn't raining that heavily? I'm not complaining about the free day, its just that the news said the typhoon would arrive in Manila this evening, not this morning. So why cance right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still, I'm really not enjoying this free day coz I'm studying for my Botany test on Monday. I know its only Thursday, who in their right mind would study this early? Well I'm just covering my bases. I mean what if something bad happened? What if my family has to go somewhere this weekend? Plus, I do have NSTP this Saturday so how could I study if I'm that tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well its relatively okay since I already studied the other parts. I just need the notes given by my prof so I could end this. But I'm a bit worried because I think we wont have classes tom and my blockmates note book is with me. I mean how could I give it back to her? Damn this typhoon. ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm...on a second thought...I love the rain!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110197238000213042?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110197238000213042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110197238000213042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110197238000213042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110197238000213042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/12/typhoon-yoyong.html' title='Typhoon Yoyong'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110188070607733912</id><published>2004-12-01T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T13:58:26.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its December already</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh my gosh its december already and I still dont have enough money to buy gifts for my friends ( the money is only enough to buy stuff for me..lol..) And just think in three months time I'll turn 19!!! man..and I still dont have love life..lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well...Okay since we cant do anyhting about the changing months I'll just tell you a little something that happened me these days. Okay yesterday we had our Math 12 long exam. Well maybe you'll say its just easy coz incomparisson to what the Math 19 and 21 are taking up it is somewhat easy. But think again!!! So we were kind off goofing arround before our test started. We were making all kinds of jokes because we thought though we didn't study we would do well in the test. Shet!!! I can't believe it. I mean yeah the test was not that hard but it was brain racking!! We had an item, an indentity matrix thing (that was our topic, matrices) and we couldn't find the answer coz when we did the steps everything became zero (which by the way should not be the case if you are doing the steps correctly). Sucks, whatever will be will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay another. I was absent last Wednesday (remember?) but my block mate, whom I adore so much, let me borrow the notes I missed in Botany. She told me that we would have a quiz on our next meeting (that's today since we didn't have any classes last Monday). So fine, I studied (can you believe it?) all those things in the handout. It was not an easy task since I was memorizing the five kingdoms found in the earth!! After studying my head was filled with different phylums and their sub divisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But guess what. We did had a quiz. But it wasn't about the topics I really studied for!!! OH gosh!!!I wanted to scream then and there but hey, had to restrain myself. Still, I did know the topics that were in the quiz so I think I aced it. But still....*sighs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there you have it. Its only the middle of the week. Dont worry I think there would be a lot more blunders in the days to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110188070607733912?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110188070607733912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110188070607733912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110188070607733912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110188070607733912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-december-already.html' title='Its December already'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110162294309271654</id><published>2004-11-28T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T14:22:23.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My cousin just left a while ago. She spent the night here at my house because she wanted me to help her with her book report. Its about the conflicts within the short story of her choice. Hehehe...but since she hates reading and I love reading..well she asked for my help. Well actually I already have short stories that have notes because we used them in my english class when I was in fourth year. But since the story has notes already, we just spent the time talking ang catching up with the things that are happening or that happened in our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The two of us really have a lot in common because we underwent somehow that same experinces in reagards with loving someone. So she knows the things that happened to me before and I know the things that happened to her too. In a way we get to have someone to talk to and ask for help. So we stayed up until the wee hours of the night just talking and well venting up the emotions locked within us ( whoa...hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, but here's the sad part. My family's going to spend the night in a hotel, without me!!! Ugh...its because I have a test in Math on Tuesday so if I go with them I woudn't be able to study ( Asif you could study for math...) So here I am, stranded in our house without company  ( well except for our maid) and stuck with books that I just want to throw away. Ugh...then my sister is inviting me to the grade 7 legacy this comming monday which would feature South Boarder. But since I have a test, I can't come!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*sighs* Oh well, at least my sis is not here to pester me!! hehehe... You know what? my dad told me yesterday that I may be anemic. I compared my skin color with my brother ( who by the way is the whitest *if there is a word a such* among us) and I was yellowish in color. I think I'm going to het a CBC test to see if I really am anemic. Gosh..what's happening to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110162294309271654?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110162294309271654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110162294309271654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110162294309271654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110162294309271654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/11/home-alone_28.html' title='Home alone...'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110147193617758186</id><published>2004-11-26T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T20:39:22.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que es el punto a vivir? </title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Odio mi vida. Yo me odio. Odio todo que es arround mi. Odio este sentimiento de sentir nada hacia cualquiera. Odio que este sentimiento de ser perdido, no instruido que soy y lo que soy causado. Odio a las personas que no dan un maldito acerca de las cosas que sucede dentro de mi. Las personas quien pense me adoraron, me cuide de, eso se supuso ser una parte de mi. Ellos no hacen nada pero me causa que aflija y ellos no cuidan si ellos hacen. Quiero morir, aqui mismo en este momento. Que es el punto de vivir si yo no me siento vivo? Para que es el punto de vivir si hay nadie para mi vivir? Agrieto arriba, rompiendo aparte y nadie cuidaría si identificacion sucede. Acabo de querer para morir, terminar todo esta miseria porque yo no pienso que puedo aguantar mucho mas&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/8768369-110147193617758186?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110147193617758186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110147193617758186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110147193617758186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110147193617758186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/11/que-es-el-punto-vivir.html' title='Que es el punto a vivir? '/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110145061947476420</id><published>2004-11-26T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T14:30:19.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank God I was able to go to school already. I still have a tremendous headache but I'd rather have that than be as weak as a baby.Throughout the day that I was sick I looked like a ghost, all waxen and pale...lol..Ok anyway last night, I thought my head was going to explode from the pain, but it gradually receded. My dad said its due to water loss because of the things I threw up. (Man...I was like the exorcist...) So they had to make me drink all those foul stuff until today. I wasn't able to eat oily foods ( thus no chocolates, pizzas and junk food...) because they told me I just might puke them all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But hey, although my heads being pounded by 20 hammers, I had free cut in Botany. So cool. Actually I didn't know that we had free cut, my blockmate just told me when I arrived in our classroom without a single soul present ( I'm so dense right?...) It was because my prof is one of the organizers of the event (something to do with microscopes..) that was taking place in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So here I am...typing my misery because of this stupid headache. I think I better lie down and rest because my body seems to be asking for it though my mind is thinking of something else...lol...asif&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110145061947476420?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110145061947476420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110145061947476420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110145061947476420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110145061947476420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/11/free-cut.html' title='Free cut'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110136710421872260</id><published>2004-11-25T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T15:18:24.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh, my life sucks. Last night, the epidemic that I had became worst. I had a hard time standing up and even though I was lying down my stomach still hurt. It was grinding and turning. I had a hard time going to sleep because of the pain I was undergoing. My mom even wanted me to be brought to the hospital because of the intense pain. But I didn't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She told me that it might have been caused by something I ate, and that' s why my body is acting like that to tell me that there is poison in my body and that these toxic substances sould be released.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because of this, I wasn't able to go to school. But I still had to go for I have Lab and its really hard to miss a session. So although I'm feeling a bit quesy I still went to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh...I hope this would pass coz I really am having a hard time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110136710421872260?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110136710421872260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110136710421872260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110136710421872260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110136710421872260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/11/damn.html' title='Damn....'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110128377520755321</id><published>2004-11-24T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T16:28:01.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think somethings wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cant believe it. December is just arround the corner. Everything related to the joyous event that would occur are grazing everything that is arround me. Two months ago I wasn't even planing on my Christmas list yet, then all of a sudden its December. But now, I'm gradually awating the time Christmas comes because my cousin from states is going to spend the holidays here. I think were going to go to Boracay and loose our heads there. So I may not got to states this December. But still....Man, doesn't time fly so fast? I mean, it was as though I only had my debut but then in a few months i'll be turning 19 ( God I'm old!!!). &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh well, can't change my age nor could I change the flow of time ( Man that's deep...lol..). But my day sucks. I dont know, I think somethings really wrong with me. A while ago, while I was still at school, my stomach really hurt. I thought I was about to have my monthly coz it hurt like hell!!! I swear!!! It was really hard for me to stand but the pain didn't last that long, so I thought " Gosh magkakaron pa ata ako". But then my stomach started heaving something up my throat. I couldn't believe it, I was about to throw up and it was only 8:00 in the morning and I didn't eat that much breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was really feeling poorly by the time I relieved myself. But it happened to me twice and its disgusting me already. I thought it was something that I ate. My blockmates even thought that maybe I have food poisoning or something. But jeez, I dont think I ate anything that's tainted last night and this morning. Gosh...maybe I'm dying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmmmm......that's something to think about (hopefully)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110128377520755321?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110128377520755321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110128377520755321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110128377520755321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110128377520755321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-think-somethings-wrong.html' title='I think somethings wrong'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110085474718613782</id><published>2004-11-19T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T16:59:07.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACP....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just came from my ACP class ( Alternative Class Program) and I had so much fun! The class I chose was Capoiera, the Brazilian Martial Arts.I was really lucky that I had that class because it was really popular, I mean a lot of people wanted that class but they only had limited slots. It was so cool. The speakers were from Portugal ( I think ) and they told us how Capoiera started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fascinating. Then they taught us the basics of Capoiera. Men!!! Could you see me doing hand-stands and some break dancing moves? But I did them!!! Well I was  not quite that good, but hey it was my first time so I really amazed myself with the stunts that we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then they gathered us together and told us that we were going to "play" Capoiera. Gosh!!!! our speakers started tossing, turning, tumbling and doing all those stunts that made us all gape at them. Then they gave us the oppurtunity to try them out. Gosh!!! I really had a blast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But now, I'm missing mmy baby already. He went out for a camping trip to Island Cove ( is that what you call camping? ) and he wont come back until tommorow...AAAWWWW......I still cant believe he lelt me alone here..(*sighs*) But I know he' s having the time of his life now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110085474718613782?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110085474718613782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110085474718613782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110085474718613782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110085474718613782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/11/acp.html' title='ACP....'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</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-8768369.post-110066700713158288</id><published>2004-11-17T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T12:50:07.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Plea......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take my life, I beg of thee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;put an end to my misery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kill me now, I beg of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for I do not know what more to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Set me free from this emptiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a life without an once of happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me go to fly away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for there is no reason for me to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Draw out this empty soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and free me from my mortal role&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cut me free from my strings on earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that bind me to endless pain and hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Free me from this mindless state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that lies and foolishness did create&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop the life that flow within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and let the future be left unseen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I beseech thee, grant my request&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to take away this life I detest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray to thee, give in to my demands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for I may end it all with my own hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768369-110066700713158288?l=syrexiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/feeds/110066700713158288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768369&amp;postID=110066700713158288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110066700713158288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768369/posts/default/110066700713158288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrexiii.blogspot.com/2004/11/plea.html' title='A Plea......'/><author><name>Syre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01243452388096571083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
