<?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-4525863126841054700</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:44:39.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Past, Present and Whatever!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525863126841054700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike4Ever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12135491887338051445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9aEB9XxHRY0/SvwY0Mad7XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yJEUTW_Hahc/S220/swordman.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525863126841054700.post-7655028345289067838</id><published>2009-12-25T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:04:18.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER LONELY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>Christmas is a wonderful season&lt;br /&gt;Time for forgiveness and affection&lt;br /&gt;Time for peace and sharing&lt;br /&gt;Time for joy and time for aiding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very special moment for people&lt;br /&gt;In fact, many have sung Christmas carols&lt;br /&gt;All nations are happy at this moment&lt;br /&gt;Because war at this time is usually absent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the above are the recipe for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Let us not forget that it is the birth of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;This is the true meaning why we celebrate it&lt;br /&gt;And not for our own selfish benefits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about people who are hungry&lt;br /&gt;People that are homeless and thirsty&lt;br /&gt;Some are away from their family&lt;br /&gt;Parted ways from their own country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about people who are lonely&lt;br /&gt;Do they deserve to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;What about people in bad situations&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked these questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas supposed to be joy for everyone&lt;br /&gt;But it’s hard to pretend to have fun&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is not always the case&lt;br /&gt;For people who have no one to embrace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525863126841054700-7655028345289067838?l=mike4ever09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/feeds/7655028345289067838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-lonely-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525863126841054700/posts/default/7655028345289067838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525863126841054700/posts/default/7655028345289067838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-lonely-christmas.html' title='ANOTHER LONELY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Mike4Ever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12135491887338051445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9aEB9XxHRY0/SvwY0Mad7XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yJEUTW_Hahc/S220/swordman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525863126841054700.post-5781077077869859641</id><published>2009-12-14T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:35:34.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A PRAYER TO THE LORD</title><content type='html'>My daughter has a high fever&lt;br /&gt;And my wife has not slept because of her&lt;br /&gt;I urged her to take appropriate action&lt;br /&gt;So that it may not worsen her condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took her to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;Because every moment is crucial&lt;br /&gt;I pity so much for my little angel&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was there beside her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear of dengue fever and swine flu&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that this is not the issue&lt;br /&gt;Because there are cases in their vicinity&lt;br /&gt;And the outcome is very deadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried and prayed to you oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;For my daughter’s health be restored&lt;br /&gt;I know I have many misdeeds&lt;br /&gt;But strike me instead of my seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, she is still sick&lt;br /&gt;I hope God you will answer me quick&lt;br /&gt;Because I don’t know what else I do&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping all my faith and trust in you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525863126841054700-5781077077869859641?l=mike4ever09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/feeds/5781077077869859641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/2009/12/prayer-to-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525863126841054700/posts/default/5781077077869859641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525863126841054700/posts/default/5781077077869859641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/2009/12/prayer-to-lord.html' title='A PRAYER TO THE LORD'/><author><name>Mike4Ever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12135491887338051445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9aEB9XxHRY0/SvwY0Mad7XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yJEUTW_Hahc/S220/swordman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525863126841054700.post-4150859969922847982</id><published>2009-11-27T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:52:12.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID TELL HER!</title><content type='html'>I can’t believe that I said that to her&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it couldn’t wait any longer&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;The feelings I have that never came out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not polite to tell her on the phone&lt;br /&gt;But this is all that I have known&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is, she was not alone&lt;br /&gt;So we did not talk for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told her three things&lt;br /&gt;First, after this I will not be communicating&lt;br /&gt;Second, the other guy I saw with another&lt;br /&gt;Third, I told her that I love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that we can never be&lt;br /&gt;Because I already have a family&lt;br /&gt;True, but can I control this beat?&lt;br /&gt;For all I know love is so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that she don’t like me&lt;br /&gt;But I am still happy&lt;br /&gt;For I freed myself from this prison&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to be a better person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this right now&lt;br /&gt;I do love you and I know how&lt;br /&gt;I maybe bad but reasonable&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself, is loving someone sinful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525863126841054700-4150859969922847982?l=mike4ever09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/feeds/4150859969922847982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-did-tell-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525863126841054700/posts/default/4150859969922847982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525863126841054700/posts/default/4150859969922847982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-did-tell-her.html' title='I DID TELL HER!'/><author><name>Mike4Ever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12135491887338051445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9aEB9XxHRY0/SvwY0Mad7XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yJEUTW_Hahc/S220/swordman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525863126841054700.post-6118291450139292906</id><published>2009-11-27T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:25:51.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KABAYAN, HINDI KA NAG-IISA</title><content type='html'>Ang hirap talagang maging Overseas Filipino Worker (OFW), malayo ka sa mga mahal mo sa buhay at halos araw-araw ay kalaban mo ang lungkot dahil sa pananabik na makita ang iyong mga minamahal sa Pilipinas. Malaki nga ang sweldo mo dito sa abroad kumpara sa Pilipinas pero napakarami pa rin tayong mga kababayan na hindi nakakaipon kahit ginugol na ang buong buhay nila sa pagkayod dito sa ibang bansa, bakit?, ang isang dahilan ay ang pagbili ng mga phonecards na halos umabot ng 10-20% kaltas sa kanilang sahod. Ang pagbili ng mamahaling kagamitan kagaya ng cellphone, gadgets, damit at pati pagkain ay mahal din. At ang higit sa lahat na sa paniwala ko na nakapagpapabutas ng bulsa ng mga kababayan nating OFW ay ang "Pag-utang" sa mga bangko o sa mga financial/loan centers. Hindi rin maiiwasang hindi ka tumulong sa ibang mahal natin sa buhay kapag sila ay nangangailangan lalo kapag nagkasakit ang mga ito, kaya tama lang na ideklara na ang mga OFW ay ang mga bagong bayani ng ating bayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako nga pala si Michael, isang OFW at isa sa mga milyon-milyung nagpapadala ng pera sa mga mahal ko sa buhay sa Pilipinas at sa pamamagitan nyan ay natulungan ko na rin ang ating bansa sa kanyang pag-unlad "daw". Pasensya na po kayo kung bakit "daw" ang isinulat ko dahil alam naman nating lahat na halos walang naramdamang "pag-unlad" ang ating bansa partikular nalang sa mga kababayan nating nakatira sa mga kalsada, mga nagugutom, mga walang hanap-buhay, walang sapat na gamit sa paaralan, mga lubak-lubak na kasada, at maging sa mga probinsya na di umuunlad. Ngayon sabihin nyo sa akin kung mali ang mga sinasabi ko?, hindi ko naman sinasabi na walang nagagawa o inutil ang ating gobyerno sa pagsugpo sa kahirapan sa ating bansa dahil ramdam ang kahirapan sa buong mundo pero masasabi kong hindi sapat ang kanilang ginagawa para sa mga mahihirap, bakit ko nasabi yan?, dahil imbes na itulong sa mga mahihirap, ang ginawa ay kinurakot ang pera na para sana sa proyekto at ang ihahalimbawa ko dyan ay ang NBN-ZTE at Fertilizer Fund Scam. Kahit 5% man lang sana sa nasabi kong kinurakot ng gobyerno ay napakalaking maitutulong sana sa mga kababayan nating naghihikahos. Kaya tuloy kaming mga OFW ay naghahangad na bumagsak ang piso kontra dolyar dahil wala rin namang nangyayari sa ating ekonomiya, hindi pa rin bumababa ang mga pangunahing bilihin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakalungkot dito sa abroad kaya ang iba ay naghahanap nalang ng mga paraan para mapawi ang kanilang kalungkutan. Ang iba ay nagnenegosyo, may nagpapartime din, may mga pumupunta sa kung anong relihiyon o church dito, pero may iba tayong mga kababayan na humanap ng kaligayahan sa kasalanan at ang tinutukoy ko po dito ay yung mga may asawa na sa pilipinas ay nagkaroon pa ng karelasyon dito sa abroad. Masasabi ko po sa mga gumagawa ng ganyan, na napakahirap po ng sitwasyon ninyo kaya po habang maaga ay bitawan nyo na yan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagtatapos nitong maiksi kong sulat ay sana maramdaman ninyo na laging mayroong Diyos na gagabay sa atin sa dako pa roon ng ating mga buhay, subok ko na po ang Diyos dahil halos lahat ay nakamit ko na ang basbas niya na mga biyaya. Kaya kabayan, hindi ka nag-iisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525863126841054700-6118291450139292906?l=mike4ever09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/feeds/6118291450139292906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/2009/11/kabayan-hindi-ka-nag-iisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525863126841054700/posts/default/6118291450139292906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525863126841054700/posts/default/6118291450139292906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/2009/11/kabayan-hindi-ka-nag-iisa.html' title='KABAYAN, HINDI KA NAG-IISA'/><author><name>Mike4Ever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12135491887338051445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9aEB9XxHRY0/SvwY0Mad7XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yJEUTW_Hahc/S220/swordman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525863126841054700.post-6547110253449151852</id><published>2009-11-22T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:47:19.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it’s very hard to reset&lt;br /&gt;The things which is already set&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I want to forget&lt;br /&gt;The feeling I intended to beget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not allow this to happen&lt;br /&gt;Or else my life will be ruin&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot control this situation&lt;br /&gt;So how can I overcome this passion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t grasp what I’m saying&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you this in briefing&lt;br /&gt;In the next paragraph when you read&lt;br /&gt;You can understand how much I bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a certain girl I know&lt;br /&gt;She closed her heart long ago&lt;br /&gt;But there is a space inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;That only she can take part&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525863126841054700-6547110253449151852?l=mike4ever09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/feeds/6547110253449151852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525863126841054700/posts/default/6547110253449151852'/><link 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sister and my father&lt;br /&gt;To wander in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let’s get on with my story&lt;br /&gt;This is about my little baby&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, pretty and cuddly&lt;br /&gt;Who gives me inspiration when I’m lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hold and kiss her someday&lt;br /&gt;For I am working overseas far away&lt;br /&gt;I’m so alone here in this far country&lt;br /&gt;But I am trying to be jolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time that she visited me&lt;br /&gt;Of course with a guardian, her auntie&lt;br /&gt;My golly she was very choosey&lt;br /&gt;When I hold her, she wants to flee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I finally got time to carry her&lt;br /&gt;I make her sleep and feed her hunger&lt;br /&gt;I even clean her feces occasionally&lt;br /&gt;For that is also my responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were happy being with each other&lt;br /&gt;In our moment there was no biter&lt;br /&gt;We wandered from place to place&lt;br /&gt;Often using our feet to pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of their vacation was coming&lt;br /&gt;We must part ways for the time being&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her farewell as my heart was aching&lt;br /&gt;Then small drops of tears starts producing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness abides me for weeks&lt;br /&gt;I’m mostly like a freak&lt;br /&gt;For I missed my daugher so much&lt;br /&gt;I wanted her sense of touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my wife was here before&lt;br /&gt;As she can fill up my sore&lt;br /&gt;We were not living together&lt;br /&gt;Because she has her own employer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife was going home months after&lt;br /&gt;So that she can take care of our daughter&lt;br /&gt;She was also pregnant at that moment&lt;br /&gt;And was about to deliver our new infant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by and loneliness again abides&lt;br /&gt;For no loved one here by my side&lt;br /&gt;But what else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot escape from this issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a baby was delivered in this world&lt;br /&gt;Crying and crying they heard&lt;br /&gt;This causes my feelings to split apart&lt;br /&gt;For my daughter was no longer alone in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love both of my children&lt;br /&gt;I will not leave them in burden&lt;br /&gt;There is just one problem&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take care of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had the time to go back home&lt;br /&gt;I want to see how much they have grown&lt;br /&gt;But I was disappointed of what I see&lt;br /&gt;Because my daughter wouldn’t want to get near to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been there for my little baby&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had seen her stand so quickly&lt;br /&gt;On her first birthday I was not there for her&lt;br /&gt;But I’m working so that their life will be better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son on the other hand likes me&lt;br /&gt;He likes to be carried by any&lt;br /&gt;He often bites any finger&lt;br /&gt;Specially a smaller one like his sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed so much during my stay&lt;br /&gt;Even though my daughter wants me away&lt;br /&gt;But I’m buying my time for her&lt;br /&gt;Because I want her to be closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last her feelings has become stable&lt;br /&gt;It happened when I bought her a baby bottle&lt;br /&gt;She was smiling and I was thankful&lt;br /&gt;My patience was indeed fruitful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by then my vacation was over&lt;br /&gt;There is one certain thing I discovered&lt;br /&gt;That I should always make bonds to my family&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise their feelings would end far from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night when I said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;My daughter cry and cried&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she don't want me to go&lt;br /&gt;But I must do it for I love them so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this far country in which I live&lt;br /&gt;There shouldn’t be a room to be passive&lt;br /&gt;For you will end up being crazy&lt;br /&gt;Like others who struggle desperately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter now is two years old&lt;br /&gt;And as I am building their stronghold&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking what life would it be&lt;br /&gt;Without someone caring for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525863126841054700-7153825763940076051?l=mike4ever09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/feeds/7153825763940076051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-offspring-is-my-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525863126841054700/posts/default/7153825763940076051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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itong aking puso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong mali ang aking nararamdaman&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi ko ito kayang pigilan&lt;br /&gt;Mas mapipigilan pa ang rumaragasang tubig&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi ang taong umiibig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ito man ay aking sasabihin&lt;br /&gt;Maunawaan sana niya ang aking saloobin&lt;br /&gt;Di ko naman inaasahan ang kanyang matamis na oo&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sana ay maniwala siya dito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal ko siya di ko alam kung bakit&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit ako ay nagdadalawang isip&lt;br /&gt;Baka kasi siya ay magalit&lt;br /&gt;Kung ito ay aking ipipilit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko sana siyang kalimutan&lt;br /&gt;Dahil marami ang masasaktan&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit paano ko ito malalampasan&lt;br /&gt;Kung siya lagi ang nilalaman ng aking isipan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi talaga magiging kami&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw ko ring magbaka sakali&lt;br /&gt;Dahil alam kong hindi niya ako gusto&lt;br /&gt;Sapagkat iba ang sinisinta ng kanyang puso&lt;div 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PAGMAMAHAL'/><author><name>Mike4Ever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12135491887338051445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9aEB9XxHRY0/SvwY0Mad7XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yJEUTW_Hahc/S220/swordman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525863126841054700.post-1911197330187779935</id><published>2009-11-06T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:44:58.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Morning But A Nice Evening</title><content type='html'>As usual I woke up early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;From a very tired evening&lt;br /&gt;I took a bath and then drink coffee&lt;br /&gt;Watching youtube news before my journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked to our main branch to get something&lt;br /&gt;I felt cold because I had a thin clothing&lt;br /&gt;The weather now is cooling and changing&lt;br /&gt;This is how it works because the planet is shifting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my transaction I went to the MTR&lt;br /&gt;Because my destination is very far&lt;br /&gt;As I got inside the train cabin&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly an announcement was given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train cannot go to it’s full destination&lt;br /&gt;But I did get off the next station&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is a problem in the railway&lt;br /&gt;So I have to take the highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to a safe way&lt;br /&gt;But the only way out is in the alley&lt;br /&gt;I carried heavy stuffs on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;That caused my heart to get a little hyper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I waited a very long time at the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;But finally the bus arrived and I sit at the top&lt;br /&gt;I called my colleague and we had a nice conversation&lt;br /&gt;We put down the phone when I reached my destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our office we had a busy day&lt;br /&gt;Customers come and then go away&lt;br /&gt;Many paper works to be done&lt;br /&gt;This is hard work but its fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we had many things to do&lt;br /&gt;We still had time to rest a minute or two&lt;br /&gt;My friend teaches me how to customize my blog&lt;br /&gt;But the codes make my brain clog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the work is over&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to go home and take my dinner&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend called when I was at home&lt;br /&gt;She want some company for she was alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we eat burger and fries&lt;br /&gt;Our conversations were not dry&lt;br /&gt;It’s good without the other guy&lt;br /&gt;I like her but I really don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a bookstore and she bought a book&lt;br /&gt;Her auntie came and had this weird look&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she’s thinking I’m her suitor&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! I’m just her mentor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on separate ways after&lt;br /&gt;And as I rest this night in prayer&lt;br /&gt;I can say, this morning was a blunder&lt;br /&gt;But this evening truly was better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525863126841054700-1911197330187779935?l=mike4ever09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/feeds/1911197330187779935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-morning-but-nice-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525863126841054700/posts/default/1911197330187779935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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believe that my illusions came true&lt;br /&gt;For sometimes dreams cannot be out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what I am talking about&lt;br /&gt;Even though my life have so many doubts&lt;br /&gt;My life is not as miserable as a lawless person&lt;br /&gt;Who always do bad things even without reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe selfish but only stingy to my love&lt;br /&gt;Nourishing it like a freshly gaze of sunlight above&lt;br /&gt;But all my love has left me with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me tormented and torn me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First love when I was at the age of five&lt;br /&gt;She was a muse in our school healthy parade drive&lt;br /&gt;I was the prince charming of that activity&lt;br /&gt;Her attire actually matches her beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a strange feeling I felt at that moment&lt;br /&gt;When she looked at me I always keep silent&lt;br /&gt;But she was taken away after the games&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t even know her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Second love has a funny story&lt;br /&gt;My friends always tease me&lt;br /&gt;I’m usually absent during the first days of class&lt;br /&gt;For I’m so shy when she and her friends amass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months pass as I keep thinking of her&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I spoiled myself in laughter&lt;br /&gt;For my friends and I had discover&lt;br /&gt;That she wanted the same girl as her lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met this intelligent looking girl&lt;br /&gt;I liked her hair that was curl&lt;br /&gt;Her face was blooming like a pearl&lt;br /&gt;This makes my eyes swirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shy to even talk to her&lt;br /&gt;My friends told me it would be easier&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn’t for her friends around&lt;br /&gt;I would see her alone in the compound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know why I am like this&lt;br /&gt;There’s so many opportunity that I missed&lt;br /&gt;How can I overcome the shy I feel?&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted is for my feelings to reveal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class season was nearly at end&lt;br /&gt;I promised to talk to her at the last weekend&lt;br /&gt;How unfortunate because I was sick&lt;br /&gt;It just made my brain chaotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that incident I never saw her again&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see her but I didn’t know where to begin&lt;br /&gt;Long lost love of my life&lt;br /&gt;Cuts my heart like a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New class season has begun&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of the past has yet to overcome&lt;br /&gt;But since my love has long gone&lt;br /&gt;I finally took steps to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fourth love I met months before graduation day&lt;br /&gt;She was not beautiful but she’s okay&lt;br /&gt;But my classmate likes her also&lt;br /&gt;And he keeps touching her cheeks and elbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so jealous that I wanted to punch him&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want my love to think that I’m grim&lt;br /&gt;So I behaved with utmost caution&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to get her attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On graduation day my relatives teases me&lt;br /&gt;Why I had courted so badly&lt;br /&gt;Well I never courted anybody&lt;br /&gt;For my actions were very clumsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When class graduation was over&lt;br /&gt;My mouth remains falter&lt;br /&gt;I did not say what I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;Until my love vanished by walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a lot in elementary&lt;br /&gt;That I have to act a little bravely&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus my mind clearly&lt;br /&gt;So that my heart will not be empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end of this chronicle&lt;br /&gt;But a beginning of a new struggle&lt;br /&gt;A struggle within inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to get free from this adversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My enemy is my heart and my brain&lt;br /&gt;Who opposes each other that drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;My heart likes to reveal the word&lt;br /&gt;But my brain likes to keep it inward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that these two will unite&lt;br /&gt;So that I maybe alright&lt;br /&gt;As of now I just want to rest my pen&lt;br /&gt;It will write again, I just don’t know when&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525863126841054700-8469851302864940807?l=mike4ever09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/feeds/8469851302864940807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mike4ever09.blogspot.com/2009/11/loves-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525863126841054700/posts/default/8469851302864940807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525863126841054700/posts/default/8469851302864940807'/><link 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