<?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-1482951905116387538</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:21:15.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>schooL dayS</title><subtitle type='html'>puro requirements laman nito. .hehe :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>swoOoOsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214242802651602058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/SCqYjd4BmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWrRdyBdAiQ/S220/100_0631.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1482951905116387538.post-9046193150071561360</id><published>2008-03-20T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:25:01.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i have learned. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;More than the skills and knowledge that this subject has imparted on me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I've learned that our present world is very competitive and it's shaky to live fast paced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have to gradually innovate and put into practice whatever learned knowledge I have to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Especially in computer, I would be left behind without knowledge on this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I might not even land on a good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;In my life, it's quite the same.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I's like I'm programming my own destiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My output depends on whatever decisions (input) I make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And every time I make one, I surely have to give it my best shot. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1482951905116387538-9046193150071561360?l=purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/feeds/9046193150071561360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1482951905116387538&amp;postID=9046193150071561360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/9046193150071561360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/9046193150071561360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-i-have-learned.html' title='what i have learned. . .'/><author><name>swoOoOsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214242802651602058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/SCqYjd4BmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWrRdyBdAiQ/S220/100_0631.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1482951905116387538.post-5364647909371609520</id><published>2008-03-20T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:10:22.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>artificial flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Arti&lt;/span&gt;ficial Orc&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The most difficult &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;part of he flower is the bud. I did a lot of trials but c&lt;/span&gt;ouldn't make a correct one until I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;learned from my mom that I could use a cotton to p&lt;/span&gt;ut it into shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thank&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ful because it developed my interest and creativity a&lt;/span&gt;nd patience is a virtue!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would describe it as an "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Orchid Bouquet&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1482951905116387538-5364647909371609520?l=purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/feeds/5364647909371609520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1482951905116387538&amp;postID=5364647909371609520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/5364647909371609520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/5364647909371609520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/2008/03/artificial-flowers.html' title='artificial flowers'/><author><name>swoOoOsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214242802651602058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/SCqYjd4BmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWrRdyBdAiQ/S220/100_0631.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1482951905116387538.post-3536757363542107774</id><published>2008-03-18T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:29:48.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frame (march 18, 2008) --edited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/R-CPQ14bNLI/AAAAAAAAADE/OCOCMz8bXD0/s1600-h/03042008141.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/R-CPQ14bNLI/AAAAAAAAADE/OCOCMz8bXD0/s1600-h/03042008141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/R-CPQ14bNLI/AAAAAAAAADE/OCOCMz8bXD0/s320/03042008141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179297090980492466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;►Fra&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I had mixed emotions when I was making the frame. Maybe because I was making it for a picture where I was with my grade school friends. I miss their company a lot. I had to make a very beautiful frame for a very beautiful  friendship. Well, it was really worth it! I can say that it is far more beautiful than those at department stores because it was made through inspiration and from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1482951905116387538-3536757363542107774?l=purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/feeds/3536757363542107774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1482951905116387538&amp;postID=3536757363542107774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/3536757363542107774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/3536757363542107774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/2008/03/fra-me-i-had-mixed-emotions-when-i-was.html' title='frame (march 18, 2008) --edited'/><author><name>swoOoOsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214242802651602058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/SCqYjd4BmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWrRdyBdAiQ/S220/100_0631.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/R-CPQ14bNLI/AAAAAAAAADE/OCOCMz8bXD0/s72-c/03042008141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1482951905116387538.post-5511683549903298732</id><published>2008-03-18T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:31:26.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>artificial butterlies (March 18, 2008) --edited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/R-COKV4bNKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JExwVG45-ow/s1600-h/03032008124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/R-COKV4bNKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JExwVG45-ow/s320/03032008124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179295879799714978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arti&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;fici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;al &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;terf&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;At first, I was just making the butterfly because I need to submit it but on reflection, I realized the value of time, the value of appreciating beauty an the value of doing something heartily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I started doing it only a night before the deadline. I know I have no excuses for that. I just plainly took it for granted. I was panicking and worrying that I might not be able to submit it on time but by learning to sacrifice because of my own fault and doing it with all my heart, I managed to finish it around 2 in the morning and i as a great relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through that, I also had more time appreciating the beauty of it. I realize that no matter how complicated it is, in the end it is still worth all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am to sell the butterfly, I would describe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"brilliance of beauty"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1482951905116387538-5511683549903298732?l=purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/feeds/5511683549903298732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1482951905116387538&amp;postID=5511683549903298732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/5511683549903298732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/5511683549903298732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/2008/03/arti-fici-al-but-terf-lies-at-first-i.html' title='artificial butterlies (March 18, 2008) --edited'/><author><name>swoOoOsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214242802651602058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/SCqYjd4BmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWrRdyBdAiQ/S220/100_0631.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/R-COKV4bNKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JExwVG45-ow/s72-c/03032008124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1482951905116387538.post-8621887873102272570</id><published>2008-03-10T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:37:45.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite movie (march 10, 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    It's quite hard to decide on what is my most favorite movie because I'm quite into movies and I have lots of favorites. Anyway, after discerning, I would choose "IF ONLY". I like movies with twisted stories and unexpected endings. Actually, this movie has a very simple story but very meaningful. More than he story, I like this movie because the actors were quite awesome here and the setting is very romantic, even its soundtrack became one of my favorites too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    My favorite part in the movie is where the guy surprised this girlfriend during her graduation (she is into orchestra) by conniving with her classmates to play he song which was composed by the girl and asked her to sing it. The girl was actually a composer and has a very good voice for singing but she was withdrawn. So, this was the best way that the guy brought out the best in her and she was applauded by the audience and they gave her a standing ovation. I was really touched by his scene because I believe that loving someone is really bringing out he best of your partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    I could also best relate to the girl's character because I, myself still needs somebody to push me before I indulge into something. Every time that I want to put up something in front of a crowd or on a stage, I stutter and my confidence gos zero percent! And like the girl, I also have some things that I know I can do but afraid to let it show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I learned from this movie that time is very very important. Cliché as it may sound but we should live each day as if its our last and dream as if we're going to live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/_T37RL1zbA/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/_T37RL1zbA/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1482951905116387538-8621887873102272570?l=purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/feeds/8621887873102272570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1482951905116387538&amp;postID=8621887873102272570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/8621887873102272570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/8621887873102272570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-favorite-movie.html' title='my favorite movie (march 10, 2008)'/><author><name>swoOoOsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214242802651602058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/SCqYjd4BmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWrRdyBdAiQ/S220/100_0631.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1482951905116387538.post-7665539286289968422</id><published>2008-03-05T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:08:33.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;takas,puyat mode&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;famiLy dAy &amp;amp;/ ovErniGht with tHe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;gReEn stalLions?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Last February 24, 2008, we had our Family Day '08 at the Ateneo de Zamboanga University William H. Kreutz Campus. It started with a motorcade from the Ateneo Main Campus to the Tumaga Campus. Hmmm. I didn't join the motorcade because I thought it was tiring. So I went straight to Tumaga with Raqib and Chelzie. It was around 2:30pm when we arrived at the Tumaga Campus, me our group decided to have our practice for our later performance at 7pm. At around 4pm, a mass was held at the school's lobby. Marie and me weren't able to attend the mass because we waited for my sister (Ate Anne) and her two other companions (Kuya Julius and Kuya Franco) which were our trainers. They arrived at around 4:30 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;At around 5pm, the program started. It was held at the field. We performed at around 7:30pm before the dinner. After we performed, I companied them to their motorcycles because they were still going to Cacao. I asked my ate how can I go home. My ate told me that if I want,I could go with them to Cacao. I was so happy when she told me that because I really wanted to go with them. Ate was with Kuya July in his motorcycle and I was with Kuya Franco. The road to Cacao was scary.It was a dark silent place. There were tall trees. The road  was crooked. We even passed by a cemetery. Ohhhh. Scary! But the ride was great! I enjoyed it because me and Kuya Franco were talking about funny things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When we arrived at Cacao, Kuya July and Kuya Franco invited me toplay billiards. While they were playing billiards, I was busy playing arcades. Hahahaha. After we played, we went back to our cottage.We ate, talked, laughed and played. It was around 1 am when the tequila was out! It was time to get drunk! Hahaha. I had 3 shots only because my ate didn'tpermit me to get more. How sad. :( But that event was fun. Not until 4 am. Everything was silent. Everybody was tired, except me. It was time for them to take a sleep. Ahwwwww. :( They had their naps and I too was forced to take mine. I woke up at around 6 am. I was excited because as of what everybody had promised last night, there would still be swimming time in the morning. But unfortunately, when everybody woke up at around 7 am, they all got ready for home. It was because the 3rd year stallions still have their feasibility studies to finish. We went home at 7:30 am. The end.                                                                        &lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1482951905116387538-7665539286289968422?l=purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/feeds/7665539286289968422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1482951905116387538&amp;postID=7665539286289968422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/7665539286289968422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/7665539286289968422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/2008/03/takaspuyat-mode.html' title='&gt;takas,puyat mode&lt;'/><author><name>swoOoOsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214242802651602058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/SCqYjd4BmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWrRdyBdAiQ/S220/100_0631.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1482951905116387538.post-2919573838361256791</id><published>2008-02-20T06:47:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T06:50:41.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--baso--baso--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/R7w93xuLf-I/AAAAAAAAABc/rQgtn3iiE78/s1600-h/DSC00558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/R7w93xuLf-I/AAAAAAAAABc/rQgtn3iiE78/s320/DSC00558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169074500763615202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1482951905116387538-2919573838361256791?l=purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/feeds/2919573838361256791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1482951905116387538&amp;postID=2919573838361256791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/2919573838361256791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/2919573838361256791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/2008/02/baso-baso.html' title='--baso--baso--'/><author><name>swoOoOsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214242802651602058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/SCqYjd4BmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWrRdyBdAiQ/S220/100_0631.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/R7w93xuLf-I/AAAAAAAAABc/rQgtn3iiE78/s72-c/DSC00558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1482951905116387538.post-8647392377564527432</id><published>2008-02-18T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:11:41.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmmmmmmmmm........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:fuchsia;" &gt;Bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always there to see me smile&lt;br /&gt;Always reach for me even on a hundred mile&lt;br /&gt;You're always there to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;And push me to where I must be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even just a minute I miss our bondings&lt;br /&gt;The laughters,cryings and many other things&lt;br /&gt;You help me in my problems&lt;br /&gt;And if I'll fall,you will hold my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're far I always worry&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if something will happen I will really feel sorry&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship will never end&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know you're always with me, bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&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/1482951905116387538-8647392377564527432?l=purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/feeds/8647392377564527432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1482951905116387538&amp;postID=8647392377564527432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/8647392377564527432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/8647392377564527432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmmmmmmmmmm........'/><author><name>swoOoOsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214242802651602058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/SCqYjd4BmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWrRdyBdAiQ/S220/100_0631.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1482951905116387538.post-5505651448945965564</id><published>2008-02-09T23:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T23:16:51.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We talked last night&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to be so fine&lt;br /&gt;I remember your lips as you utter those words&lt;br /&gt;I was so jaded and hypnotized by your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now what I have&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart&lt;br /&gt;A stained cheek coz of tears I cried&lt;br /&gt;Faded smiles and pretention&lt;br /&gt;Coz of one thing I didn't mean to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SORRY!!! ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1482951905116387538-5505651448945965564?l=purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/feeds/5505651448945965564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1482951905116387538&amp;postID=5505651448945965564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/5505651448945965564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/5505651448945965564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-last-night_09.html' title='just last night'/><author><name>swoOoOsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214242802651602058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/SCqYjd4BmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWrRdyBdAiQ/S220/100_0631.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1482951905116387538.post-1399222348521738052</id><published>2008-02-09T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:48:12.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML (required gumawa ehhh...tsk.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:stencil;color:pink;"  &gt;&lt;center&gt;HTML&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think about you&lt;br /&gt;It makes me frown and think&lt;br /&gt;"What am I gonna do?"&lt;br /&gt;It's complicated, especially with links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source codes, open and close&lt;br /&gt;Oh snap, it makes me overdose!&lt;br /&gt;Annoying symbols and confounding tools&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh! Still ned\ed to follow some rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need to design you? You're vain.&lt;br /&gt;Just to make you attractive and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, a benefit I shall gain&lt;br /&gt;Even though my brain cells are painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1482951905116387538-1399222348521738052?l=purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/feeds/1399222348521738052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1482951905116387538&amp;postID=1399222348521738052' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/1399222348521738052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/1399222348521738052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/2008/02/html-required-gumawa-ehhhtsk.html' title='HTML (required gumawa ehhh...tsk.)'/><author><name>swoOoOsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214242802651602058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/SCqYjd4BmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWrRdyBdAiQ/S220/100_0631.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1482951905116387538.post-8922611674441237244</id><published>2008-02-09T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T06:11:14.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Me . . .hahaha (maka-ashlee?!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Simple and Plain, but not so quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Don't try to fight her for she is brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Never wanna lose if she knows she's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She never have to cry for an empty grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Smart?, yes; Intelligent?, maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Been in love?, yes; Been hurt?, more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;She's always broken inside, for many reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;But still she tries to smile and make others laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Friendly?, yes; depending on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Have many friends?, yes; Enemies?, more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;She is not a hypocrite, if you're not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wanna make friends with her? add her up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;aikomarie_07@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;purple.queue@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1482951905116387538-8922611674441237244?l=purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/feeds/8922611674441237244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1482951905116387538&amp;postID=8922611674441237244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/8922611674441237244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/8922611674441237244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-me-hahaha-maka-ashlee.html' title='I Am Me . . .hahaha (maka-ashlee?!)'/><author><name>swoOoOsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214242802651602058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/SCqYjd4BmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWrRdyBdAiQ/S220/100_0631.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1482951905116387538.post-1639731917117300360</id><published>2008-02-07T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:00:43.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I turned away f&lt;/span&gt;rom you but why I wa&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nt you n&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;ear? I thought I never will look back but why can’t I assent to the memory of you leaving? I closed the door&lt;/span&gt; but I hope you’d draw &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;close and knock again&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Now, all I have is hope and pray that you’ll come back&lt;/span&gt; once more. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How will you wipe a&lt;/span&gt;way my tea&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;rs when I didn’t even bother when you cried? I guess they are right, regret always comes last. My chances pas&lt;/span&gt;sed me by &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;with only the blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wasn’t jealou&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;s of my time, I saw bu&lt;/span&gt;t paid no&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; attention, and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; I heard but &lt;/span&gt;never really li&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;stened. Oh&lt;/span&gt; how I w&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;ish I could turn back tim&lt;/span&gt;e. Now how will I make you mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;If &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;only I wasn’t &lt;/span&gt;such a fool, I’d be the girl you’re &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;holding right beside you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to tell you that anything&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; that you need you ca&lt;/span&gt;n have it from me. I tried to conc&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;eal it, I tried to fake it but this feeling is too much, too much that I have no one to censure but myself. I thought I&lt;/span&gt; was all that I am and that I c&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ould do without you because I had it a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ll. How could I have been so blind to realize that you were all that I had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If only I could see you once more and look in your eyes, I’d tell all these feelings that I'm keeping deep down inside. I want to t&lt;/span&gt;ell you all &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;of my dreams of the two of us and that I was dim-witted for letting you go. I know that I’ve hurt you, just let &lt;/span&gt;our love begin. But is it over&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;? Can I pick up th&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;e pieces again? All I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;’m left with is to feel sorry for myself…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: right; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1482951905116387538-1639731917117300360?l=purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/feeds/1639731917117300360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1482951905116387538&amp;postID=1639731917117300360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/1639731917117300360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/1639731917117300360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-it-over-i-turned-away-from-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>swoOoOsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214242802651602058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/SCqYjd4BmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWrRdyBdAiQ/S220/100_0631.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1482951905116387538.post-8492619097223062117</id><published>2008-01-30T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:13:12.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the man who almost made me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face-pristina color-blue&gt;The man who almost made me. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was staring at my starless sky &lt;br /&gt;I sat down and started to cry &lt;br /&gt;I thought it was me &lt;br /&gt;Who was not filled and never will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the happy times we've spent &lt;br /&gt;But all those times were only lent &lt;br /&gt;I remembered the text messages and the calls &lt;br /&gt;But here we are now, separeted by walls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have spent so much time together &lt;br /&gt;And I will treasure those memories forever &lt;br /&gt;Even though you left me alone &lt;br /&gt;I will still try to survive on my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love you and care for you &lt;br /&gt;I know I will miss you, for you have gone away &lt;br /&gt;That's what all I can say. . . &lt;br /&gt;for the man who almost made me - whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1482951905116387538-8492619097223062117?l=purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/feeds/8492619097223062117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1482951905116387538&amp;postID=8492619097223062117' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/8492619097223062117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482951905116387538/posts/default/8492619097223062117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplequeue-eisam.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-man-who-almost-made-me.html' title='for the man who almost made me...'/><author><name>swoOoOsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214242802651602058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mCdN7WZGP30/SCqYjd4BmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YWrRdyBdAiQ/S220/100_0631.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
