<?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-5550765037404847537</id><updated>2012-01-23T15:24:07.226-08:00</updated><category term='emotions'/><category term='school'/><title type='text'>Anything Under the Sun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-7812097792639853317</id><published>2009-07-13T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:15:27.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Law School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SlwT4ymNq4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/IK8LhAklAYY/s1600-h/1_135399743l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SlwT4ymNq4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/IK8LhAklAYY/s320/1_135399743l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358179523039701890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Law school changed me...And my social life as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There is a common connotation that Law School is stressful. Actually it is but I'm thankful that I have my classmates/friends with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In just a few weeks, I have met friends and I thought I've known them all my life. Its good to know that our class has great camaraderie and everyone is generous enough to share their materials (books, cases) to others. The friendship that we share is maybe because of the understanding and respect we feel for each other. The stressful environment in school made us even closer. I just hope that no one in our class will give up. Studying is not the only thing we know for law students also know how to crack silly jokes and share hearty laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I also learned to develop a study habit which I don't have in College or even in my elementary days. I would wake up at 6am, eat breakfast and when the clock strikes 8, I would start reading those really thick books until 12 noon. Reading is EXTREMELY important since every night there is a recitation. Everytime our professors would take out our class cards, I just want to put on my "invisibility cloak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But still I enjoy every minute of it and I am determined to finish it in 4years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5550765037404847537-7812097792639853317?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7812097792639853317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=7812097792639853317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/7812097792639853317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/7812097792639853317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2009/07/law-school.html' title='Law School'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SlwT4ymNq4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/IK8LhAklAYY/s72-c/1_135399743l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-5404225511949924095</id><published>2009-07-13T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:33:06.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Still Uncertain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stay if you're happy.. leave if you're not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Read this in my friend's account at Friendster.. Simple words but really made impact on me maybe because I am on a middle of making a big decision. For 4 years, our relationship is a roller-coaster ride but still I continued to hold on. But now, I am losing my grip and am still uncertain on how long I can take everything. I wanted to stay but a part of me also wants to be free from all the uncertainties, fear, and doubt. This time I want peace of mind. No more cries in the middle of the night or quarrels about even the most trivial things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But damn, the love still remains. I still want us to build a family that we long wanted. A house, children--these are all part of our conversations when everything was still good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want to make a decision..whether to stay or leave.. God, I want to make the right one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5550765037404847537-5404225511949924095?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5404225511949924095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=5404225511949924095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/5404225511949924095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/5404225511949924095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-uncertain.html' title='Still Uncertain'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-9165165694049037211</id><published>2008-06-06T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:34:30.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tag..(during a worthless day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My Foundation: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clinique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My Mascara: &lt;strong&gt;not fond of it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Blush: &lt;strong&gt;from Sophie Martin and Avon (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks to Lala)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My Day Cream: &lt;strong&gt;none&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lipstick: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again..none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beauty Product Brand: &lt;strong&gt;it varies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Essential Beauty Product: &lt;strong&gt;facial wash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My Favorite Makeup Product: &lt;strong&gt;rarely use one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Perfume: &lt;strong&gt;D&amp;amp;G Light Blue (all-time favorite) or Clinique Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nails: &lt;strong&gt;just simple trimming of the nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My Feet: &lt;strong&gt;St. Ive's lotion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hands: &lt;strong&gt;St. Ive's Lotion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Products to bring on a deserted island:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;feminine wash&lt;br /&gt;soap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman I Admire for their Beauty: &lt;strong&gt;Julia Roberts (not sure of my answer.. can't think of anyone right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Woman with the Best Sense of Style: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ultimate Dream: &lt;strong&gt;Be rich! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite Fashion Publication: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't read fashion mags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO TO TAG: LALA, YHEN, TALA, WENDS, WATZ, VIOJ, TWINX OR ANYONE INTERESTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5550765037404847537-9165165694049037211?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/9165165694049037211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=9165165694049037211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/9165165694049037211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/9165165694049037211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-tagduring-worthless-day.html' title='Another Tag..(during a worthless day)'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-4540034188377497341</id><published>2008-06-06T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:46:03.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag from Sexy Momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below).&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick your month of birth.&lt;br /&gt;4. Highlight the traits that apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving a comment for them.&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve done it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Months and Traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANUARY:&lt;/span&gt; Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;/span&gt; Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCH:&lt;/span&gt; Attractive personality. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others.Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners.Nah! Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL: &lt;/span&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY: &lt;/span&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNE:&lt;/span&gt; Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULY:&lt;/span&gt; Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUGUST:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Loves to joke&lt;/span&gt;. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Takes high pride in oneself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Too generous and egoistic.&lt;/span&gt; Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easily angered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Angry when provoked. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Easily jealous&lt;/span&gt;. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Independent thoughts&lt;/span&gt;. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sensitive but (not) petty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poor resistance against illnesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving and carin&lt;/span&gt;g.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Loves to make friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;/span&gt; Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;/span&gt; Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;/span&gt; Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;/span&gt; Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO TO TAG: ANYONE INTERESTED&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/5550765037404847537-4540034188377497341?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/4540034188377497341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=4540034188377497341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/4540034188377497341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/4540034188377497341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/06/tag-from-sexy-momma.html' title='Tag from Sexy Momma'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-3088184750596982033</id><published>2008-06-06T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:39:06.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly High!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"according to all known laws of aviation there is no way a bee should be able to fly. a bees’ wings are too short and their bodies too fat. bees, of course, fly anyway, because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible."&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/5550765037404847537-3088184750596982033?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3088184750596982033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=3088184750596982033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/3088184750596982033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/3088184750596982033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/06/fly-high.html' title='Fly High!'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-6446313444956196275</id><published>2008-05-07T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:11:07.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it seems that all my actions are bound to be misinterpreted.. the moment i act ms. goody-two-shoes, some would say that i am too pretentious.. when i remain quiet, speculations would surface that i am bitchy.. then finally i get tired of all these and i began to build walls around me where no one would dare judge me in a rather subjective way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i dont mind whatever these people have to say about me because these people don't even matter to me.. they are not even there to witness my darkest moments so I don't give a damn in whatever they say or think. these people dont even know who i really am.. they just know me from first impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a wonderful thing, sometimes.  The closest ones can be warm and loving and something to cling to in times of trouble.  Sadly, the closest ones can also be claustrophobic, jealous and something to let go of in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i only value a a small number of friends.. these people, who, even in the simplest gestures have showed me of how special i am.. those little acts of kindness and thoughtfulness really mattered to me. of course, our friendship is not all about having a good time.. the petty fights is also a part of it.. but then we have withstood all of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not saying that i don't value the friendship that i built to the new people i met today. they matter to me, in ways you could never imagine. you guys have brought so much joy in my life's so-called transition period.. you were the ones who stayed true despite everything.. i don't have to drop names for you know that you are one of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite this, i am still thankful that i have my family that i can always turn to. it is with them that i can say what is on my mind and can be carefree without the fear of being scorned. it is with their company that i can be geniunely happy.&lt;br /&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/5550765037404847537-6446313444956196275?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6446313444956196275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=6446313444956196275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/6446313444956196275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/6446313444956196275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-seems-that-all-my-actions-are-bound.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-8292187109991837244</id><published>2008-05-07T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:16:27.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts on a Random Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Saw this the other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Buy a ticket.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quit your job.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get a tan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fall in love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Start a  new life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOW!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before it’s too late.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really thought-provoking, ayt?&lt;br /&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/5550765037404847537-8292187109991837244?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8292187109991837244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=8292187109991837244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/8292187109991837244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/8292187109991837244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-thoughts-on-random-day.html' title='Random Thoughts on a Random Day..'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-2812455719482941260</id><published>2008-05-07T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T01:19:11.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mask..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SCFl2ZIOX6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/dNPEuv9AwMI/s1600-h/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SCFl2ZIOX6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/dNPEuv9AwMI/s320/mask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197547430094987170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Masks are made to hide the fears from the past, and not let the world to see of what a shameful creature we all are. The use of masks is clearly described in the infamous "Phantom of the Opera." In the story, Erik, the main character wears a white mask to hide his scornful appearance caused by a terrible accident. But in other stories, Erick was born deformed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But today, you don't have to wear a mask to hide your appearance. This has become symbolic when you want to hide something from your past.. or you want to cover up your true feelings. then you just pretend that it was never there and ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even artists today associate masks in their music. The most potent lines on the mask is a line from "Everybody's Fool" by Evanescence. It says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without the mask, where will you hide? Can’t find yourself, lost in your lie. I know the truth now, I know who you are, and I don’t love you anymore.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Masks can even help us fool someone and let them think we're perfect. Hiding behind the mask means not being found out, or so we think. It means we don’t have to face ourselves, we don’t have to look at our mistakes, and neither will anyone else. What everyone doesn’t know can’t hurt them right? What everyone doesn’t know can ultimately hurt you, if not physically then emotionally and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hiding behind a fake face is nothing but dangerous in the end, but hiding behind the mask means power. It means overcoming everything that you might have done wrong. Or does it? Is a mask truly a smart thing to do, even though we all do it? I suppose it’s only up to you to decide.&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/5550765037404847537-2812455719482941260?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2812455719482941260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=2812455719482941260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/2812455719482941260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/2812455719482941260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/05/mask.html' title='Mask..'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SCFl2ZIOX6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/dNPEuv9AwMI/s72-c/mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-5727375524303508209</id><published>2008-05-07T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:31:45.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="resdiv"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" style="border: 1px solid black; background: white;" width="375"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;marianne --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely extreme!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_83.html"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&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/5550765037404847537-5727375524303508209?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5727375524303508209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=5727375524303508209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/5727375524303508209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/5727375524303508209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am.html' title='I am..'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-3071612827938050694</id><published>2008-05-02T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:21:29.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H-O-P-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes we follow our baser instincts instead of our hearts. Sometimes we trust people we shouldn't because they tell us all we need to hear and believe in us when no one seems to. and sometimes we make destructive choices for what we believe are good reasons. At one time or another, we all have suffered. but there is a lesson to be gleaned, it's that there is always the possibility of redemption, the seeds of which are often planted at the moment of our descent. and our idea that our worst mistakes provide the building blocks of our subsequent successes, that choices we think initially disastrous may eventually yield wonderful surprises, is the essence of HOPE.&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/5550765037404847537-3071612827938050694?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3071612827938050694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=3071612827938050694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/3071612827938050694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/3071612827938050694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/05/h-o-p-e.html' title='H-O-P-E'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-8788770801591705352</id><published>2008-04-29T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:18:05.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach the Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SBfkN5IOX4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yhYUzVF22SI/s1600-h/top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SBfkN5IOX4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yhYUzVF22SI/s320/top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194871622519906178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life has so many surprises. One moment you are following a straight path and the next life brings you to so many roundabouts, curves and bends. Well I guess this is the very essence of living. Is it also part of the so-called life to experience confusion? Right now I am torn between two worlds. On one side, there is a life with balance—with everything falling into place. But on the other side, there is life that is full of zest and fun, where you can easily break free from your comfort zone. This other side of life is what I am hungry for. A life that echoes with all that rhymes with buoyancy.. the flamboyant side of existence where you can do whatever you wish for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to defy convention and come out of my shell… breathe life with so much passion and eagerness.. and leave behind the society’s stiff rules. I want to have a life at my own pace, create new excitement and discoveries… and never compromise with what is set as the standard on how we act or talk. Fly with wings of passion and leave reason on the dust. To summarize it all, I want to LIVE…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The things I want to try out are not beyond reach. My parents say that I am born for bigger and greater things.. I just hope that I can live up to that expectation. From now on, I would instill in my mind that I am what I am and nobody can rob me of my dreams. I will reach and strive hard to those dreams and won’t let anyone trample it. &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/5550765037404847537-8788770801591705352?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8788770801591705352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=8788770801591705352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/8788770801591705352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/8788770801591705352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/reach-top.html' title='Reach the Top'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SBfkN5IOX4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yhYUzVF22SI/s72-c/top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-1249088453580137687</id><published>2008-04-25T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:56:33.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Lesson 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SBGOKpIOX3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/mdfF5IrU8DA/s1600-h/faith_by_Alkina_Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193088158825078642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SBGOKpIOX3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/mdfF5IrU8DA/s320/faith_by_Alkina_Angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"when your heart is peaceful give thanks, when your heart is troubled still give thanks" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes the seemingly undying pain teaches us the most valuable lessons in life and if it doesn't seem to go away, it only means that you haven't gotten the lesson yet.&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/5550765037404847537-1249088453580137687?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1249088453580137687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=1249088453580137687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/1249088453580137687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/1249088453580137687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/life.html' title='Life&apos;s Lesson 101'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SBGOKpIOX3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/mdfF5IrU8DA/s72-c/faith_by_Alkina_Angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-7703145061047023083</id><published>2008-04-18T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:27:49.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SAhbIP5mmWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YEdnIeB3PUY/s1600-h/_Lose__by_vendrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190498767809714530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SAhbIP5mmWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YEdnIeB3PUY/s320/_Lose__by_vendrie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;you see no mark upon my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;you see no tear in my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;you see no sign of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;therefore I must not be in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must not cry myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;to sleep at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;or wake up screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;because of haunted dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must not pull the blade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;across my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and hope that one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;it drives in deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must not fear the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;or shudder at the thought of silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must not hide myself from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;life and prying eyes that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;judge your worth as a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;upon the shine of your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;you hear no gasp escape my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;you hear no horror tale from my past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;you hear no words of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;therefore I must not be in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must not scream so loud it's silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;or throw things against mybedroom walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must not kick and scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and punch things that no one else can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must not drown myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;in the brown bagged bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;in the hopes that i will forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;or tie the rope around my neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and pray i find the courage to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;pull it tighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;you don't see or hear my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;therefor you think i feel no pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;you see what I choose for you to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;you hear what I choose for you to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;you know only what I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but just because you do not see or hear it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;does not mean that the pain is not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;locked away inside of me, where it will always be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Me..'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SAhbIP5mmWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YEdnIeB3PUY/s72-c/_Lose__by_vendrie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-1823411230208033039</id><published>2008-04-18T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:29:49.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are Real Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;just a thought for all the women out there....... .&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MEN&lt;/span&gt;tal illness, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MEN&lt;/span&gt;strual cramps, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MEN&lt;/span&gt;tal breakdown, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MEN&lt;/span&gt;opause... .........Ever notice how all of women's problems start with men?........And When we have real trouble it's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt;terectomy! !!!&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/5550765037404847537-1823411230208033039?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/1823411230208033039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=1823411230208033039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/1823411230208033039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/1823411230208033039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/men-are-real-trouble.html' title='Men are Real Trouble'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-8107192976755802562</id><published>2008-04-16T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:14:10.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Kahlil Gibran Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"The light of the stars that were extinguished ages ago still reaches us. So is it with great men who died centuries ago, but still reach us with the radiations of their personality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Art arises when the secret vision of the artist and the manefestation of nature agree to find new shapes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep me away from the wisdom that does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perplexity is the beginning of knowledge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness; and knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we turn to one another for counsel we reduce the number of our enemies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man's true wealth is the good he does in the world. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The giving and receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations."&lt;br /&gt;"You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am indeed rich, since my income is superior to my expense, and my expense is equal to my wishes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself... You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams."&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/5550765037404847537-8107192976755802562?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/8107192976755802562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=8107192976755802562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/8107192976755802562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/8107192976755802562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/famous-kahlil-gibran-quotes.html' title='Famous Kahlil Gibran Quotes'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-4871278556029626161</id><published>2008-04-15T21:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:41:58.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Realized...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. that friendships are just like romantic relationships ~ you have to CHOOSE to make it work (and work on it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. that some people just create an opinion without asking you or hearing you out (= absolutely unfair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. that I am the captain of my ship and answer only to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. that I will do what I want, when and where I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. that I want you to tell me how you feel (= i hate guesswork)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. that true friends TELL ALL and ACCEPT ALL (= no room for judgments)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. that the most unexpected people can turn into amazing friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. that this is ME (= love me or hate me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. that I just don’t fit in ~ in places I thought I always did (= the warm, toasty spot i used to occupy has turned cold ~ and i refused to admit it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. that an area i thought was rather chilly has actually become quite comfortable (= i’ve found another spot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. that you can talk to me and I will listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. that you are more important to me than you know&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/5550765037404847537-4871278556029626161?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/4871278556029626161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=4871278556029626161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/4871278556029626161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/4871278556029626161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-realized.html' title='I Realized...'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-6689477469901107117</id><published>2008-04-15T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:00:47.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsolved Puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Walls are coming up on all sides of me, literally and figuratively. but forget the literal part. The figurative part is the most painful one yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be missing out on something, i just can’t pinpoint exactly what it is and where it came from. it started with a little odd incident and even when i thought something might be off there, i decided to ignore it. but something else has come up and now it seems a tad too obvious to dismiss. there is definitely something there. it’s been bugging me for some time now but don’t know how to proceed since i don’t want to be branded as ‘making-a-mountain-out-of-a-molehill.’ but the indifference is killing me. slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who know me know that i have a tendency to over analyze things. i guess this is one of those times. that’s why i think of solutions. i go direct to the person and ASK. or just BE HONEST and tell them and see what they say. i’ve had some appreciate the effort, the others, well, didn’t go quite as smoothly. but that’s just the way i am. unfortunately this episode is not one where i can just go and ask, lest i lose more than i already have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a clue as to how this might have begun in the first place but then again, they are just speculations. and the thing that makes it unbearable is that i was counting on the @%&amp;amp;*!^ the most. the @%&amp;amp;*!^ were what i fell back on. but as it seems, i have been excommunicated. for no reason whatsoever. at least none i am aware of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the @%&amp;amp;*!^ have no idea how much i think about this. or how much i look for $&amp;amp;@~. this is just a time in my life when i really, REALLY need a backbone. i wonder where it’s gone.&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/5550765037404847537-6689477469901107117?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6689477469901107117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=6689477469901107117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/6689477469901107117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/6689477469901107117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/unsolved-puzzle.html' title='Unsolved Puzzle'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-423021079482693104</id><published>2008-04-15T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:59:45.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>think... think... think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter type of life that will first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.&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/5550765037404847537-423021079482693104?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/423021079482693104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=423021079482693104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/423021079482693104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/423021079482693104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/think-think-think.html' title='think... think... think...'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-5428369576013728281</id><published>2008-04-15T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:59:07.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Things Come in Small Packages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;our lives are not measured merely by the biggest moments in our lives, like graduations, wedding days, making our first million, or having one’s first baby. i’d like to think that our lives are made more by ’small hours,’ laughing over a meal with family, out dancing with friends, or cuddling with someone special in front of the TV. it is in these moments that we are most REAL, most free, and ready to nurture what makes us feel all tingly inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure i’ve had my share of major moments, in fact if you really know me you know how intense i am, how i push myself to the hilt and really try to be someone i can be proud of. but these are things that we need to do. our jobs, our schoolwork, our priorities. and since i’m going to have to do them anyway, why not do it right diba? i mean if you won’t do it right, then don’t even bother doing it at all. that’s what my dad always says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the moments in the spotlight, you always want back in the mundane. the song says “time falls away but these small hours still remain.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love LOVE LOVE LOVE the ’small hours.’ love walking barefoot in the sand, love walking in the rain, love cuddling, love tickles, love fleeting moments that are so rare, you wish they would never flutter away. it is because they are so brief that they are so, so special.&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/5550765037404847537-5428369576013728281?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5428369576013728281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=5428369576013728281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/5428369576013728281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/5428369576013728281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-things-come-in-small-packages.html' title='Big Things Come in Small Packages'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-2217753893714589744</id><published>2008-04-15T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:58:04.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;it is amazing how he is always so positive and cheery and always greets me with a smile. he would do anything for the people he cares for and always wants everyone to be happy and have a good time. he’s taught me to not take things so seriously all the time and that there is always a brighter, lighter side to life. i have no idea how he rolls with my moods and still hugs me at the end of the day. i have definitely been less than perfect, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i am infinitely blessed to have an almost perfect someone beside me!&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/5550765037404847537-2217753893714589744?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2217753893714589744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=2217753893714589744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/2217753893714589744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/2217753893714589744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-3845479309634017124</id><published>2008-04-15T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:57:17.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black or White?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;a friend of mine from work will be resigning to move on to better opportunities. i will miss her dearly but i know we’ll still keep in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another friend from work told me she’ll be resigning as well. i feel another wave of sadness come through me but i know she’s been waiting for this a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you go girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking about what i’m going to do next. next week, next month, next year. i want to move but there’s nowhere to move to.. that means i stay right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt i was missing something.. turns out i might be wrong. i’m just over-rationalizing again. boo to worriers! boo to me =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among other things and crazy work/ career matters..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another distraction has come up. i am flat-out floored, positively intoxicated, slightly dazed, completely confused. what is my next step here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none. unless someone takes a step back and clears the fuzzy picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever feel like you are only good in a certain situation and don’t know how you would fare at others? like you might be no good at all in another setting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. just thinking about it now scares me. it’s almost as if i don’t want to know. yes. actually i don’t want to know so don’t tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black or white, what’s it going to be? gray areas suck. you never know what you’re good for.&lt;br /&gt;okay this is the last of this. i’m not going to say it again.&lt;br /&gt;c’mon. decide. i can take a hint.&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/5550765037404847537-3845479309634017124?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3845479309634017124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=3845479309634017124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/3845479309634017124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/3845479309634017124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/black-or-white.html' title='Black or White?'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-2094179756373652447</id><published>2008-04-15T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:55:49.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney Joyride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beep-Beep!! Get ready for a musical joyride that will leave you screaming for more! This happy band plays with an infectuous intensity and excitement that makes it difficult for anyone to resist getting up and dancing along to their tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their happy nature is not only seen onstage alone, have a chance to meet them off stage and they can be usually seen clowning around or laughing at each other. Despite thier carefree nature, however, this band is as serious as can get when it comes to their music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a number of original compositions that hint of their songwriting ability and an original revival of The Dawn’s “Enveloped Ideas” that more than does justice to the original, the band has shown that they are for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeepney Joyride is a band that is serious in having fun, which means playing their music. They consider their music ska-core or punk-ska. Their unfluences vary from White Zombie &amp;amp; The Red Hot Chili Pepper to classical music. They now also listen to Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Supertones, Sublime, Reel Big Fish, Skankin’ Pickle &amp;amp; our very own Put3ska.&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/5550765037404847537-2094179756373652447?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2094179756373652447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=2094179756373652447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/2094179756373652447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/2094179756373652447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/jeepney-joyride.html' title='Jeepney Joyride'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-2308406623821008751</id><published>2008-04-15T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:54:41.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Convincing Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;in my previous post, i shared that i am contemplating of leaving my present job. to stay or to find work elsewhere has been nagging me for quite sometime now..maybe it is high time to evaluate or assess myself and find out if i am way better in another field or choose to stay so as not to face the challenges. by challenges, i am merely pointing out monetary challenges..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are actually guidelines that you can ponder on before you quit your job in search for greener pastures or decide to keep a status quo in your company.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s Very Hard To Get Up And Go To Work In The Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself first if this is truly because you don’t want to go to work, or if you are just tired and would go in later. The difference? It’s probably not your job, and you should check your health first for any physical problems. Staying up too late, or not being able to sleep (either due to physical or emotional stress) will both result in the same problem of difficulty getting up in the morning. Get a physical check-up by your doctor, and tell him/her about your trouble sleeping, or any other physical OR emotional problems you might be experiencing. If there’s nothing physical, you might want to consider a move to a job that does motivate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Drag Yourself At Work All Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, if you find no energy at work OR at home, chances are there is something physically wrong - so get a check up. However, if you find yourself full of energy once you’re home, you should look at what’s dragging you down at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re Fine At Work, But Out Of Energy By The Time You Get Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably enjoy your work, but there’s too much of it. Are you doing your fair share along with someone else’s share? Are you being “work smart” not “work hard”? Too long a commute? Too much to handle at home as well as work? Try to budget your work time and “off time” - yes, this does mean to take a scheduled lunch as well as breaks. You’re only running yourself down by doing too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Love Your Work - It’s The Weekends That Drag You Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a workaholic, and you need to learn to balance your life; in fact, you probably need to get out more with friends or even make friends. Too much work is not good for anyone - down time is a necessary survival tool to keep you fresh and motivated for your work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5550765037404847537-2308406623821008751?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2308406623821008751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=2308406623821008751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/2308406623821008751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/2308406623821008751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-convincing-myself.html' title='Just Convincing Myself'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-7953905988801535210</id><published>2008-04-15T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:51:18.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Staying vs. Leaving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Don’t let fear stop you now. If you are doing what you love, the rewards are greater than what you are getting now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i learned from Arcee, who has such great passion in writing. she is now leaving this office to pursue her writing career. i am wishing you good luck. and just like what you’ve said, see you at the crossroads.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i am waging a personal battle of leaving my current job and pursuing a career that has a direct inclination in my Journalism degree. one of the major reasons why i cannot come up with a concrete decision is my doubt in my writing skills. self-confidence is a big issue here. and also, i have been thinking if i will be able to survive if writing in a publication is my way of living. i hope i would be able to make the right decision as soon as possible. &lt;br /&gt;will i be leaving my job soon? don’t worry, you’ll be the first one to know…&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/5550765037404847537-7953905988801535210?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7953905988801535210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=7953905988801535210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/7953905988801535210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/7953905988801535210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-staying-vs-leaving.html' title='On Staying vs. Leaving...'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-5241314356460434758</id><published>2008-04-15T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:50:17.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple yet Helpful Guidelines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sand pile at school.These are the things I learned: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Share everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Play fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Don’t hit people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Put things back where you found them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Clean up your own mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Don’t take things that aren’t yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wash your hands before you eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Flush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Take a nap every afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;When you go out in the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands and stick together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Be aware of wonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup: the roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we.And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned - the biggest word of all - LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.&lt;br /&gt;Take any one of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Think what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world - had cookies and milk at about 3 o’clock in the afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Or if all governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.&lt;br /&gt;And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out in the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten- &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/5550765037404847537-5241314356460434758?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/5241314356460434758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=5241314356460434758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/5241314356460434758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/5241314356460434758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/simple-yet-helpful-guidelines.html' title='Simple yet Helpful Guidelines'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-2110325301646639179</id><published>2008-04-15T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:47:35.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Worth your Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe it is the temperature here in the office that has affected my &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;rational thinking&lt;/span&gt;.. usually, i have no problems with decision making.. as one of my college friends would say, there is no gray area in my mind..always &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;black and white&lt;/span&gt;..never have doubts in things i like to do.. but now? i am a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;first-class pathetic mortal&lt;/span&gt;.. just ignore this post for my mind is in &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;complete haywire&lt;/span&gt;..couldnt even fully comprehend the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;repercussions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of the decisions i made the past days..&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/5550765037404847537-2110325301646639179?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2110325301646639179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=2110325301646639179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/2110325301646639179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/2110325301646639179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/maybe-it-is-temperature-here-in-office.html' title='Not Worth your Time'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-7639838256197589234</id><published>2008-04-15T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:45:01.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Change (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone reminded me–that people change. It depends whether you see this statement as a glass half-full or half-empty but because I’m on the sunnier side of the skies, I look at this with childlike hope. Despite my age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change and thank God for that. There is hope, eh? Not just for the peso (now at P40 - $1) but for them individuals whom you swore were more thick-faced and stubborn than your kalyo. Paradigm shifts are always refreshing and conducive to curing depression. And when you’ve decided to believe that people can/do/will change, the world is suddenly a better place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can attest to this. Having faith in people really does wonders. And this paradigm shift, this turnaround from cynicism and world-weariness doesn’t really talk much about them but it certainly speaks volumes about you. Try it, if you must.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we go on or the world leaves us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope isn’t overrated, a claim I’ll always stick to. Because people change–most of the time, for the better or even the best–I am again inspired. To spread my wings, to love and be loved, to run and jump and flick popcorn in the air and catch it in my mouth, to be hurt, to hear mean but honest things said to me, to tread uncharted territory and claim it as mine, to stick my head out and say hello to strangers and strangeness. So, yay to changes and the will to make them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, we’re doing our best.&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/5550765037404847537-7639838256197589234?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/7639838256197589234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=7639838256197589234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/7639838256197589234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/7639838256197589234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/people-change.html' title='People Change (?)'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-3551134910046797833</id><published>2008-04-15T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:42:34.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse in the Filipino Music Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SAV1e_5mmVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7BJfuOKyXpg/s1600-h/oFyDaB.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189683321023928658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SAV1e_5mmVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7BJfuOKyXpg/s320/oFyDaB.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, as more and more bands emerge in the industry and when you try to listen to their songs, something is actually missing.. as my friend puts it “I can’t listen to a Filipino band without thinking that they’re just jerking their audience off, with motherhood statement lyrics about love and their elementary rhyming. “I am quite lucky to have listened to the songs played by the bands who emerge in the ‘90s. as many would agree, they have made a great contribution to Filipino rock. One important thing that separates the bands of before from the Filipino bands of today is the social commentary intertwined in the lyrics of their songs. The lyrics of the songs are more socially aware and political. Does this means that the bands of before care more about the society? Or at least they try to reach to the “masa” by putting lines in the songs that would closely associate to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at the bands of today, they all carry the same formula: cute band members, branded clothes, coñotic English language, and songs about love or about a girl. Another prevalent situation in the Filipino music industry and all can agree with me is that bands of today made revivals. But instead of reliving the songs, some remakes end up as a catastrophe. I wonder how the bands in the next generations would fare.. would they be better or even worse??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess composers have lost their creative juices and all they can ever think of is profit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some may agree to this post and some may not.. but hey, this is my page.. I can write what whatever I want here.. feel free to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5550765037404847537-3551134910046797833?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/3551134910046797833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=3551134910046797833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/3551134910046797833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/3551134910046797833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/glimpse-in-filipino-music-scene.html' title='A Glimpse in the Filipino Music Scene'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/SAV1e_5mmVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7BJfuOKyXpg/s72-c/oFyDaB.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-671565640901926335</id><published>2008-04-15T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:39:41.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Addiction: Banana Pancakes</title><content type='html'>am not talking about food. Banana Pancakes is a song of Jack Johnson. he is a pro-surfer born in Hawaii but later on decided to make his own music style because of the proliferation of pop in the music scene. the soothing strumming of the guitar and the laid back lyrics is unmistakably a Jack Johnson original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the Banana Pancakes is just one of his many hits..hope you’ll also enjoy this as much as i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Cant you see that its just raining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aint no need to go outside…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Baby, You hardly even notice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I try to show you this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Song is meant to keep ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From doing what your supposed to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like waking up too early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe we can sleep in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ill make you banana pancakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretend like its the weekend now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we could pretend it all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant you see that its just raining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aint no need to go outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just maybe, laka ukulele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy made a baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really don’t mind the practice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause your my little lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lady lady &lt;a id="clicksor_sp_love me" href="http://fourthplanet.wordpress.com/wp-admin/void(0)" target="_blank"&gt;love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I love to lay here lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We could close the curtains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretend like there’s no world outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we could pretend it all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant you see that its just raining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aint no need to go outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aint no need aint no need Mmmm MMmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant you see cant you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rain all dayAnd I don’t mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telephone is singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ringing its too early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t pick it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don’t need to we got everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We need right here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everything we need is enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just so easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the whole world fits inside of your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t really need to pay attention to the alarm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wake up slow, yeah wake up slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You hardly even notice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I try to show you thisS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ong is meant to keep ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From doing what your supposed to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like waking up too early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe we can sleep in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ill make you banana pancakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretend like its the weekend now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we could pretend it all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can’t you see that it’s just raining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aint no need to go outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aint no need, Aint no need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rain all day and I really really really don’t mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can’t you see cant you see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gotta wake up slow&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/5550765037404847537-671565640901926335?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/671565640901926335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=671565640901926335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/671565640901926335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/671565640901926335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/current-addiction-banana-pancakes.html' title='Current Addiction: Banana Pancakes'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-6451935097534684326</id><published>2008-04-15T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:35:08.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Lose Faith..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is perfect for those who are so down.. Only three words can help you.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There may be days when you get up in the morning and things aren’t the way you had hoped they would be. That’s when you have to tell yourself that things will get better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are times when people disappoint you and let you down. But those are the times when you remind yourself to trust your own judgments and opinions, to keep your life focused on believing in yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There will be challenges to face and changes to make in your life, and it is up to you to accept them.Constantly keep yourself headed in the right direction for you. It may not be easy at times, but in those times of struggle,you will find a stronger sense of who you are. So when the days come that are filled with frustration and unexpected responsibilities, remember to believe in yourself and all you want your life to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because the challenges and changes will only help you to find the goals that you know are meant to come true for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep believing in yourself&lt;/em&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/5550765037404847537-6451935097534684326?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/6451935097534684326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=6451935097534684326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/6451935097534684326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/6451935097534684326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/never-lose-faith.html' title='Never Lose Faith..'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-848851829544412844</id><published>2008-04-15T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:33:28.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women of the World Unite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;we (women) actually wonder why men seem to be happier.. find out why    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Your last name stays put.&lt;br /&gt;2. The garage is all yours&lt;br /&gt;3. Wedding plans take care of themselves&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolate is just another snack&lt;br /&gt;5. You can be President&lt;br /&gt;6. You can never be pregnant&lt;br /&gt;7. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park, or NO shirt&lt;br /&gt;8. Car mechanics tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;9. The world is your urinal&lt;br /&gt;10. You don’t have to stop and think of which way t o turn a nut on a bolt&lt;br /&gt;11. Same work, more pay&lt;br /&gt;12. Wrinkles add character&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="clicksor_sp_wedding dress" href="http://fourthplanet.wordpress.com/wp-admin/void(0)" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wedding dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; $5000. Tux rental-$100.&lt;br /&gt;14. People never stare at your chest when you’re talking to them&lt;br /&gt;15. New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet&lt;br /&gt;16. One mood all the time.&lt;br /&gt;17. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;18. You know stuff about tanks&lt;br /&gt;19. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase&lt;br /&gt;20. You can open all your own jars&lt;br /&gt;21. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness&lt;br /&gt;22. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;23. Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack&lt;br /&gt;24. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough&lt;br /&gt;25. Everything on your face stays its original color&lt;br /&gt;26. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades&lt;br /&gt;27. You only have to shave your face and neck.&lt;br /&gt;28. You can play with toys all your life&lt;br /&gt;29. One wallet and one pair of shoes — one color for all seasons&lt;br /&gt;30. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look&lt;br /&gt;31. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache&lt;br /&gt;32. You can do shopping for 25 relatives for any given occasion in 25 minutes&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/5550765037404847537-848851829544412844?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/848851829544412844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=848851829544412844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/848851829544412844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/848851829544412844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/women-of-world-unite.html' title='Women of the World Unite!'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550765037404847537.post-2893516530229206292</id><published>2008-04-15T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:32:27.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is NOT Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soon one of my good friends here in the office will be heading off to greener pastures. This is something we all knew was coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re leaving soon,&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with your journey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To reach your goal of life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may be reluctant to go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But always remember that those you love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will always be there by your side. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never forget the place you learned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The place of great friendship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The place where you’ll always find love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go on my precious Spirit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Test out your wings and fly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll be there to catch you if you fall. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are smart, funny, and kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never forget that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never let others tell you otherwise. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Spirit,I will miss you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But always remember that I will love you always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now fly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continuing with your journey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To reach your goal of life.You may be reluctant to go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But always remember that those you love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will always be there by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never forget the place you learned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The place of great friendship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The place where you’ll always find love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go on my precious Spirit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Test out your wings and fly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll be there to catch you if you fall. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are smart, funny, and kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never forget that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never let others tell you otherwise. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Spirit,I will miss you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But always remember that I will love you always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now fly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly off for your destiny a waits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of any friendship is when it is time to say goodbye. As much as we might like things to stay the same, change is an inevitable part of life. There is a secret that only real friends know and it is this. All the mountains and valleys in the world cannot separate friends whose hearts are as&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/5550765037404847537-2893516530229206292?l=fourthplanet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/2893516530229206292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5550765037404847537&amp;postID=2893516530229206292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/2893516530229206292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550765037404847537/posts/default/2893516530229206292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourthplanet.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-not-goodbye.html' title='This is NOT Goodbye'/><author><name>Mayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15756671037025155749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_65sIdSue_pc/R2IKVZNwo3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/msgg_MRR6yM/S220/maryanita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
