<?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-3685674261071527035</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:17:03.853+08:00</updated><category term='silly'/><category term='about my day'/><category term='feeling the moment'/><category term='Poem. Out of Nothing.'/><category term='sad'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Hopeful.'/><category term='ignorance'/><category term='Review'/><category term='annoyance'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='a fact'/><category term='say it'/><category term='missing you'/><category term='photos'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='family.'/><category term='nothing'/><category term='Extraordinary Friends'/><category term='summer'/><category term='songs that I like'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='family'/><category term='family. thinking of you.'/><category term='self awareness.'/><category term='myself'/><category term='out of the blue'/><category term='rainy day'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Beautiful Mess'/><category term='mad'/><category term='obnoxiously insane'/><category term='photography'/><category term='An Emotion Sickness'/><category term='Music'/><category term='30-Day Challenge'/><category term='thinkg of you'/><category term='happy'/><category term='23'/><category term='life and dream'/><category term='Monday'/><category term='all about me'/><category term='boring'/><category term='just a thought'/><category term='people'/><category term='Poem.'/><category term='sweet'/><category term='home alone'/><category term='uncanny'/><category term='crisis'/><title type='text'>Moment of Soliloquy</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a guy who thinks</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>284</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-1776892727574364147</id><published>2011-12-10T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T15:17:34.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><title type='text'>People Are People</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/12/18177429_cf36fb5f48_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/12/18177429_cf36fb5f48_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;‎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;"Express gratitude, forgive, avoid social comparisons, seek meaningful friendships, and practice kindness to yourself and others-- these are among the key factors to become happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;‎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What hurts the most? It is when some people don't know what they are talking about and they&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;justify at their own&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;means, even if they hurt some people in the process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You can't please everybody&lt;/i&gt;". It's a cliche that I know most people &lt;span&gt;concede&lt;/span&gt; about making an impression and whatnot. Every person is different, even if they seem so consistent with the color they blend in. Because at some point, as time goes by, each color will start to&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;contrast eventually. And all of sudden, everything will start to change, and then tragedy happens. Some will stay the same, either by choice or not, and some will just show their true colors at the end of the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;New senses could come and fill every missing &amp;nbsp;inside information. Inhibiting every pain will not come in handy. Because no matter what you do and no matter how many times you try to make things the way it ought to be, it will not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are people who think ungodly when they're at rage and there are people who think&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;crucial&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;when hurt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is not about surviving, it's not about who's the toughest and &amp;nbsp;who's the weakest. Life is about understanding it. It's about breathing with an open mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-1776892727574364147?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/1776892727574364147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=1776892727574364147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1776892727574364147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1776892727574364147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/12/people-are-people.html' title='People Are People'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-1627126936667571434</id><published>2011-12-08T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T01:06:41.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling the moment'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2473/3944500215_862c031309_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2473/3944500215_862c031309_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've&amp;nbsp;got the best of both worlds&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're&amp;nbsp;the kind of girl who can take down a man, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lift him back up again&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are strong but youre needy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Humble but youre greedy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Based on your body language, your shoddy cursive Ive been reading&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Youre style is quite selective though your mind is rather reckless&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, what a beautiful mess this is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like picking up trash in dresses&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kind of turn themselves into knives&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause here we are, here we are&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although you are biased I love your advice&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your comebacks theyre quick and probably have to do with your insecurities&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Theres no shame in being crazy, depending on how you take these&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words that paraphrasing this relationship were staging&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its a beautiful mess, yes it is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like, we are picking up trash in dresses&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kind of turn themselves into blades &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the kind and courteous is a life Ive heard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But its nice to say that we played in the dirt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause here, here we are, Here we are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are x7 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're still here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And what a beautiful mess this is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like taking a guess when the only answer is yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And through timeless words and priceless pictures &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well fly like birds not of this earth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And tides they turn and hearts disfigure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But thats no concern when were wounded together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But its nice today, oh the wait was so worth it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K8Mz_kyRlWY?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-1627126936667571434?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/1627126936667571434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=1627126936667571434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1627126936667571434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1627126936667571434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/12/beautiful-mess.html' title='A Beautiful Mess'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K8Mz_kyRlWY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-2441836871594057762</id><published>2011-12-07T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T01:35:48.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about my day'/><title type='text'>J-E-R-I</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q911yFEEhK4/Tt5HLOT0iRI/AAAAAAAAAl4/DngpqCEq1Uc/s1600/392329_317559411590416_100000090802796_1302474_1740605990_n-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q911yFEEhK4/Tt5HLOT0iRI/AAAAAAAAAl4/DngpqCEq1Uc/s400/392329_317559411590416_100000090802796_1302474_1740605990_n-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A feeling that speaks through the soul and sings through the heart, a feeling that is more than a moment, and a feeling that only comes once in a while. This is something that I want to last and yes! I want to feel it every day and forever. When Love knocks on your door, it will surely throw you a smile; and I won't give it back for the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a9u8bcyg1pU/Tt5IoCCHSuI/AAAAAAAAAmA/KklnmABxAd4/s1600/381336_319513771394980_100000090802796_1307621_576440022_n-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a9u8bcyg1pU/Tt5IoCCHSuI/AAAAAAAAAmA/KklnmABxAd4/s400/381336_319513771394980_100000090802796_1307621_576440022_n-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU JERI, and yes. I mean it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-2441836871594057762?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/2441836871594057762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=2441836871594057762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2441836871594057762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2441836871594057762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/12/j-e-r-i.html' title='J-E-R-I'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q911yFEEhK4/Tt5HLOT0iRI/AAAAAAAAAl4/DngpqCEq1Uc/s72-c/392329_317559411590416_100000090802796_1302474_1740605990_n-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-4635755920864647663</id><published>2011-12-01T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T11:06:17.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 25- What You Think About Your Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5013/5533144211_06249ec339_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5013/5533144211_06249ec339_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So what do I think about my friends? I guess I can say a lot of things about them; funny, odd, thoughtful, kind, sweet, caring, understanding, smart, annoying, cool, lazy, douche bags, bitches-- eer. So I don't have a perfect set of friends, I know that!&amp;nbsp;Every trait, &amp;nbsp;good or bad, that my friends have makes them all unique. I guess being different is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have new friends now! In that short span of time, I realized that meeting new people is really great. I mean It's my first time, for the longest time, to meet new friends and all, and I'm comfortable being me and I hope the feeling is mutual for them.&lt;br /&gt;I adore how these new friends of mine support me in this new career path that I am in. Thank you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-4635755920864647663?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/4635755920864647663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=4635755920864647663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4635755920864647663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4635755920864647663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-25-what-you-think-about-your.html' title='Day 25- What You Think About Your Friends'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-760011309416152605</id><published>2011-11-28T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:28:51.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 24- A Letter To Your Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/229099_2108581073332_1209741520_2502341_1765216_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/229099_2108581073332_1209741520_2502341_1765216_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is really awkward. Yes this is! But I have to write a letter and hope that they'll get a chance to read it. Well there's a fat chance that my father can read this, but I doubt that my mother can because she doesn't really read any of my blogs, as far as I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Parents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know things between you aren't doing good the past days. I know your marriage is put into test, but I'm hoping that you two will end up cuddling again. I know that, you two are mature enough to get things straight in a positive way. You know what? Sometimes, no matter how hard we try to be good and all, to be the best wife or husband, to be the best provider and whatnot; sometimes not everything is going to be the way we think it ought to be. Everything happens for a reason, it's really cliche but&amp;nbsp;once in a while, we have to have a dose of&amp;nbsp;stereotyped&amp;nbsp;quote or whatever. It's more realistic, I guess. Ugh. Sorry for this lame letter. I love you both! I will &amp;nbsp;love you everyday and forever. I will always be here for you guys! So expect me to stay here even if I am married! Ha-ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am actually experiencing a hardcore writer's block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-760011309416152605?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/760011309416152605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=760011309416152605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/760011309416152605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/760011309416152605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-24-letter-to-your-parents.html' title='Day 24- A Letter To Your Parents'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-3225263155153822428</id><published>2011-10-26T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T12:41:56.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><title type='text'>Keep Your Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4534014327_76acc45355_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4534014327_76acc45355_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because sometimes, even if we try to make the best in life, there will always be a time that we would falter along the way. We would sometimes get scared to move forward because we're too scared to get hurt again, but no matter how much pain we face, no matter how many disappointments we&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;confront day in day out; every part of &amp;nbsp;it shapes every detail about us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;If we were to reverse any of them, we wouldn't be at the exact place that we are today. And I think that's the real meaning of life. To be able to &lt;span&gt;overcome every obstacle, to take every risk and have every chance of the day to be greater than yesterday, and to be able to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I always have the concept of where I should be few years from now. I always dream of a perfect balance, a balance that will constantly maintain a good sanity. But sometimes the other side of the balance weigh more than the good stuff that I want to happen. And when it happens, I &amp;nbsp;lose control, I lose myself, I lose hope, and the worst part of it; I would sometimes think of giving up. But if I will wish for a perfect balance, then maybe balance will not exist. A balance is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;n even distribution of weight enabling someone or something to remain upright and steady, and in reality, to have a good balance in life; It should have the good and bad, lies and truth, happy and sad, losing and winning, the total opposites. And the best part of balancing, we learn from it. It makes us stronger and more vulnerable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not having what you want; it's wanting what you've got. Hold on to your dreams, make it real. Make it possible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things happen, and you can't make them un-happen. You don't get do-overs, you can't roll back the clock, and the only thing you can change, and the only thing it does any good to worry about, is how you let them affect you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't Let Your Fire Go Out, Spark By Irreplaceable Spark In The Hopeless Swaps Of The Not Quite, The Not Yet and The Not At All. Don't Let The Hero Inside Your Soul Perish In The Lonely Frustration Of The Life You Deserved But Was Never Able To Reach. The World You Desire Can Be Won. It Exists. Its Real. Its Possible. Its Yours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-3225263155153822428?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/3225263155153822428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=3225263155153822428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/3225263155153822428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/3225263155153822428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/10/keep-your-balance.html' title='Keep Your Balance'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4534014327_76acc45355_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-231059021042381575</id><published>2011-09-24T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T23:26:46.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that I like'/><title type='text'>Conversations With Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/HAdRljCA_aE/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HAdRljCA_aE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HAdRljCA_aE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My love, I'll wait for you&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Will you wait for me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Mmm-mmm-mmm&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;For now, I'll make believe&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I'm a knight, riding to your castle&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Mmm-mmm-mmm&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I'm almost there&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I went to a hillside&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Laid down with the stars&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I heard a cricket's love song&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;But nothing of you&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Laid awake countless nights thinking&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;What you might be like&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Out of an ocean of faces&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Have I met your eyes?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And my favorite part of this song would be "&lt;b&gt;Laid awake countless nights, thinking what you might be like. Out of an ocean of faces, have I met your eyes?&lt;/b&gt;".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-231059021042381575?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/231059021042381575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=231059021042381575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/231059021042381575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/231059021042381575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/09/conversations-with-stars.html' title='Conversations With Stars'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-605112785513136648</id><published>2011-09-15T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T15:34:29.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 23- Something You Crave For a Lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To crave is to&amp;nbsp;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;eel a powerful desire for something. I have my list of things that I want to have so bad that I can offer my soul to the devil just to have it. Psych! But kidding aside, all of us crave for something... right? Okay here is my list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5218/5401190694_776d6afda0_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5218/5401190694_776d6afda0_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;truffle choclate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The first and last that I have had a piece of heaven was in a long and long and long ago. These &lt;span&gt;luscious chocolates are the best! My &lt;i&gt;tita &lt;/i&gt;(auntie) sent me a bunch of it way back in college. She bought in the States and every time she gets back there, I always ask her to buy me truffles as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pasalubong"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pasalubong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;but she always forget it. And if anyone can tell me where can I buy truffles, please tell me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kK6GH8H7-uo/TnGi80XLFNI/AAAAAAAAAlY/JAM06DnbLVs/s1600/269902_2238588003424_1209741520_2634644_3630901_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kK6GH8H7-uo/TnGi80XLFNI/AAAAAAAAAlY/JAM06DnbLVs/s320/269902_2238588003424_1209741520_2634644_3630901_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And I want alcohol to be in my system once in a while. And definitely a cocktail can satisfy my alcohol needs. I miss my drinking buddies. Camille taught us this cocktail which we enjoyed &lt;i&gt;naman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QsXN8NCVkLQ/TnGk2YvyAtI/AAAAAAAAAlc/hS1IW3By7VQ/s1600/DSC06449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QsXN8NCVkLQ/TnGk2YvyAtI/AAAAAAAAAlc/hS1IW3By7VQ/s320/DSC06449.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a beach in&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://tl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batangas"&gt;Batangas, Philippines&lt;/a&gt;. It was taken 2-3 years ago I think. It has been ages since the last time I spent a good vacation with my family in a beach. So long that I really really want to go back there. Any beach will do, as long as it's free! Ha-ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ebuystore.com.ph/739-1833-large/canon-eos-600d-kit-ef-s-18-55mm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ebuystore.com.ph/739-1833-large/canon-eos-600d-kit-ef-s-18-55mm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I want a professional camera because I want my photography skills to be in another level. But since my parents can't give me one, maybe I have to wait. Darn! If someone will give me one, then I will be the happiest man on Earth for that day. Ha-ha I prefer Canon or Sony DSLRs. Okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/5150794551_b6781ef43f_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/5150794551_b6781ef43f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;FALLing in Love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I am listening to "If I Knew Then by Lady Antebellum". Suddenly I crave for Love. A love that can sing to &amp;nbsp;my heart. I want to be romantically linked with someone, someone who I'd wish to spend my life with. I'm single and available, but choice or not, I hope love will come and I hope it knocks on my door soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3499/3206785629_4b957e257a_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3499/3206785629_4b957e257a_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I love puppies! My bitch died months ago, and I miss her. I prefer female dogs since I think they're the sweetest kind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-605112785513136648?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/605112785513136648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=605112785513136648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/605112785513136648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/605112785513136648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-23-something-you-crave-for-lot.html' title='Day 23- Something You Crave For a Lot'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5218/5401190694_776d6afda0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-4811332128597800886</id><published>2011-09-14T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T13:15:00.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 22- Something You’re Proud of in the Past Few Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5103/5637056437_c69181eb86_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5103/5637056437_c69181eb86_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been more than a month now since my academic suicide last August, &amp;nbsp;and I am officially a Bum. Hurrah for me! August ended bittersweet and I guess everything will fall at its place someday and hopefully soon. My family is at their best&amp;nbsp;supporting my decisions and it's a good thing you know?All I thought I can never move forward again, but when as days pass by, I find myself &amp;nbsp;going &amp;nbsp;beyond my range at the least of my expectations. I'm terrified and I can never hide it but I prefer to be passive and go with the flow for now, I mean maybe God offered me a recess for a month or two I supposed, maybe I should make the best of every day knowing myself more. I'm scared to know what World has to offer me, but if the World wants me to believe and do great things for the betterment of my being and my love ones, I would not want to miss it for the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I jokingly said to my best friend about my so called&amp;nbsp;itinerary in my life time, and it's like I'm requiring myself a precise accuracy for my wishes and all. And jokes are always half meant and I don't regret what I said, seriously. Maybe it's my way to stay focus or something, or maybe it's my way to tell myself I have a lot of things to do in my life and to regret over the past would not help me survive.&lt;i&gt; Or maybe every plan I have in my life helps me in diverting my attention&lt;/i&gt;, in amusing myself and keeping a smile, &lt;i&gt;to day dreaming and whatnot to stop worrying about future stuff and all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;But whatever that is, it's keeping me alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay so have I said anything about something I am proud of in the past few days? Okay so I finally over August, I am done with my driving school (yay!), and hopefully I can have my driver's license one of these days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to share this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9CMoRvi6iA"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;. I hope you get to like it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-4811332128597800886?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/4811332128597800886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=4811332128597800886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4811332128597800886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4811332128597800886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-22-something-youre-proud-of-in-past.html' title='Day 22- Something You’re Proud of in the Past Few Days'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5103/5637056437_c69181eb86_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-1562036954605487723</id><published>2011-09-08T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T13:33:49.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 21- Something/Someone you miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been so long since the last time I blog for&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/07/bloggers-30-day-challenge.html"&gt;Blogger's 30-Day Challenge&lt;/a&gt;. So it's my Day 21 for my 30-Day Challenge and I'm about to reveal what/who I miss. I have a short list on my mind, random stuff that I miss, that I will&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;unfold to my dear readers and followers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Out of Town Trips with my Fabulous Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- The last time my Family and I went out for an out of town trip was in February 2011. It's the first trip that we had &amp;nbsp;together for this year and nothing followed as far I can remember. My family and I used to go out for a vacation somewhere in the north or south. And surprisingly, things have changed and I'm sad about it. Since the time when my&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;kuya &lt;/i&gt;(big brother) got married 3 years ago and moved to &lt;i&gt;Cavite&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with his family, my parents don't want to spend a vacation without my &lt;i&gt;kuya&lt;/i&gt;'s family. And because our schedules don't fit together, we find it hard to go out as one. And I miss those days, I miss US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Happy Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- As time flies by, my friends and I don't spend much time together anymore. We have our own lives now and it sucks. If only we all live nearby as neighbors, maybe I can visit them whenever I want to or the other way around. But since we don't, I guess technology will be our connection just to keep in touch. I miss hanging out with them, I miss those days when we have 5 days in a week and 20 days in a month together, but we can't go back in high school AND I don't want to go back to puberty for the second time. ha-ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Fita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &amp;nbsp;I miss my bitch. She died last year, at the age of 81 in human's life. I miss her, knowing that I can no longer see her pee each time she gets excited. She's the sweetest best friend a man can ever have in his life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Photo Shoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Man I miss doing this big time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-1562036954605487723?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/1562036954605487723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=1562036954605487723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1562036954605487723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1562036954605487723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-21-somethingsomeone-you-miss.html' title='Day 21- Something/Someone you miss'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Biňang 1st Rd, Bocaue, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>14.795463725821389 120.92823028564453</georss:point><georss:box>14.764759725821389 120.88874828564452 14.826167725821389 120.96771228564454</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-4126415749435546140</id><published>2011-09-02T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T22:26:49.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 20- Someone You See Yourself Marrying/Being With In The Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/426562133_dbda1a24ec_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/426562133_dbda1a24ec_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Bentham; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;To be with the person who can complete me, to be with the person who can make believe again, to be with the person who I can watch sleep while we are both in bed, and to be with that &lt;span&gt;exceptional&lt;/span&gt; someone who I can love everyday and forever-- I'd love to know that someone to be with/marry that crazy lucky someone in the future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Bentham;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I don't have a particular, or at least a special person in mind who I wish to be with. I mean that someone who I want to spend forever with. &amp;nbsp;But if there's someone who I can spend my life with, I'd let them use me. Maybe I'm &amp;nbsp; a bad a** and hopeless romantic, but I think if that would come, &amp;nbsp;this lucky bastard will get every day filled with unconditional love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Bentham;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To love and be loved by someone you care about is unimaginable. To give love and to receive love is the best romantic novel someone can share to the world, and I'd love to feel so right and feel glad in each day that will pass singing &amp;nbsp;love song lullaby while we sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Bentham;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-4126415749435546140?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/4126415749435546140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=4126415749435546140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4126415749435546140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4126415749435546140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-20-someone-you-see-yourself.html' title='Day 20- Someone You See Yourself Marrying/Being With In The Future'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/426562133_dbda1a24ec_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-5125558208404293404</id><published>2011-08-30T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:37:10.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 19- In This Past Month, What Have You Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually thought that all of my dreams will go into ruins after failing. And I was wrong, my dreams didn't go into ruins, it didn't even die. Because if my dreams die, I die as well. To see the possibilities, to redeem myself with faith, and &amp;nbsp;to continue the journey by moving forward-- is a chance that I would not want to miss for the world. &lt;i&gt;Because in every decision I make, in every choice I take-- it will all define me, myself and I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that is something I learned in this past month. We can't have the things we want when we demand&amp;nbsp;for it or when we expect it to happen on the time when we want it to take place. Because things will come when the right time comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People say that failing is an option. But for me, it's never an option-- &lt;i&gt;failing is a transformation. A transformation that &amp;nbsp; will define you everyday and forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But when you share yourself with others: Life begins to find its meaning. The time you touch the lives of others is the moment you truly live your purpose."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-5125558208404293404?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/5125558208404293404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=5125558208404293404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/5125558208404293404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/5125558208404293404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-19-in-this-past-month-what-have-you.html' title='Day 19- In This Past Month, What Have You Learned'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-4380862685011393825</id><published>2011-08-22T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T15:18:16.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Mess'/><title type='text'>Frustrated and Pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5175/5534407809_93f08e983f_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5175/5534407809_93f08e983f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's surprisingly funny how silly my frustration downloading this &lt;a href="http://www.ea.com/the-sims-3"&gt;game&lt;/a&gt; after remembering how I ended up deleting it months ago because I got tired playing it. Imagine putting all my time&amp;nbsp;downloading&amp;nbsp;it when the fact that I know I'll end up uninstalling it when I get tired of it again. I'm frustrated and pathetic! I never learned, I guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm frustrated because I want to do something just to kill the time. And it's somewhat pathetic of me to embrace again what I gave up months ago.Getting it for free is harder than I thought and time consuming, and buying another copy of it is not a good idea because I need to save money because I am jobless as of now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can relate this frustration with the facts of life. So here it goes. People have frustrations in life, and for me there &amp;nbsp;are possible ways to overcome it. &lt;i&gt;First is to wait in vain, second is to find another way for a realistic solution, and third would be giving up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the first way is for people how have a very long patience waiting for something to happen. Second is for people who are realistic&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;And the last one is for people who did the 2 options. Life has its funny way helping you out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe someday I'll end up buying another copy of that stupid game, but not now. Well, I think if that day would come, maybe a better game just like it will be out in the market.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-4380862685011393825?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/4380862685011393825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=4380862685011393825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4380862685011393825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4380862685011393825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/08/frustrated-and-pathetic.html' title='Frustrated and Pathetic'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5175/5534407809_93f08e983f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-8487210860237232393</id><published>2011-08-17T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T15:59:30.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 18- Plans/Dreams/Goals You Have</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5205/5367973927_8469228af1_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5205/5367973927_8469228af1_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As what my best friend always tell me about his itinerary, I also have my own plans. I don't think I can do this all in a day since all of it must be done step by step. If only magic can work with me, then probably I'd cast a spell and make everything easy for me (Aladdin, you're one lucky a**)&amp;nbsp; and have my early retirement before I reach my first quarter here on Earth. &amp;nbsp;So I will tell you now what are my plans/dreams/goals that I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.Wanted: Job&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, after over staying for a year in college and after taking the board exam which I didn't pass (don't feel sorry for me okay), I am in need for a job, blow me one! I applied for a job the other day and I didn't like the offer. And yeah I'm such choosy like that. Honestly, I prefer working in an animal clinic rather than staying in a farm and isolate myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Wedding Photography&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yay! A dream come true! A friend invited me to be a 2nd photographer for her wedding some time this year. I'm excited actually, finally an offer that I can't refuse! She gave me this a site to inspire me and it did good for my hungry mind and excited spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. License&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I don't know how to drive a real car, I'd be learning it one of these days and hopefully next week when I enroll myself in a driving school. And the other reason why I want to learn how to drive is because it's a requirement for some companies that I can work with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Work Abroad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have plans working abroad since I want to earn double. My friend told me that she can help me find a job, related with my college degree, somewhere in Singapore. She worked in Singapore for 2 years and went back here in the P.I. for her wedding. She has plans to go back to Singapore by next year and hopefully I get to pass the board exam before I leave for abroad next year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Love Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched and kinda relate myself with the movie&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0879870/"&gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;/a&gt;. And Love is what I need to do for myself now. Right now, life ain't so fun because I don't have anyone. I want to conquer the world with a queen someday, like how my friend, Nev, found her king along the way of her journey. That would be sweet if I find mine someday soon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Photography&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love photography and it's obvious to point it out. And I want it into another level! Photography is my second, third, or fourth love. Blah! Whatever! I love photography. And my friend's wedding would be the best step to improve my passion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And these are my plans. I hope to do this all and make it all real one day at a time. And even unexpected things will happen, I know it all bring me closer to my goals. So help me God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What about you? What are your plans? Share it to me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-8487210860237232393?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/8487210860237232393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=8487210860237232393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/8487210860237232393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/8487210860237232393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-18-plansdreamsgoals-you-have.html' title='Day 18- Plans/Dreams/Goals You Have'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5205/5367973927_8469228af1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-4285502052852996497</id><published>2011-08-16T11:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:06:50.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and dream'/><title type='text'>The Wants and The Needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4739966922_bc89ec830d_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4739966922_bc89ec830d_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People do something to satisfy what they desire, but in just one reality check, everything &amp;nbsp;can suddenly fall apart. And then this thought came into my mind, to have what you &amp;nbsp;need is different from wanting something you just want. And maybe, when you hope for something that you know that will feel so right &amp;nbsp;can be &amp;nbsp;changed suddenly by&amp;nbsp;frustration and uncertainty of reality. It's like even things are lovely, it can all change. And when things start to get rough, you'll realize one thing-- "What if that's not meant to be in first place?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How can someone know that sweet thoughts sweeping their feet are not meant to take place in &lt;span&gt;verity&lt;/span&gt;? Isn't dreams and hopes are great inspiration to pursue what someone wants to happen? So the word "want" tags along, so does it mean that we should only focus on what we really need and not just want we want? Because believe it or not, it's really different to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;My friend once told me that &lt;i&gt;"Everything will come in time because everything is bounded by time"&lt;/i&gt;. And I know for sure that what she said is absolutely right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe it should not be always the needs and the wants a person has to attain-- maybe we should also think of risks. Because to need something or to want something comes a big &lt;span&gt;duty&lt;/span&gt;, and that would be taking chances and to face the fear of losing your dreams and let it all falter, because alteration leads to a big surprise. Bounding your ideas to yourself fences you in, it prevents you from knowing the world outside, it stops you from being in great possibilities and whatnot. And the worst part of it, it can make you feel alone and get stuck in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;So here's the truth, not all sugar wishes and fancy dreams are meant to happen, well most of the time. Sometimes you have to take the possibility that somethings are meant to happen someday or maybe it's not ever going to happen, not matter how&amp;nbsp;persuasive&amp;nbsp;or tough you are. Because at the end of the day, you just want be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some feelings don't disappear magically by happy thoughts,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;sometimes you have to deal and live with it until everything is over and you get to smile again at the end of the day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-4285502052852996497?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/4285502052852996497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=4285502052852996497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4285502052852996497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4285502052852996497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/08/wants-and-needs.html' title='The Wants and The Needs'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4739966922_bc89ec830d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-7937390456971851047</id><published>2011-08-12T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:49:53.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a fact'/><title type='text'>To Believe In Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3553/3766092936_6f66d1f36b_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3553/3766092936_6f66d1f36b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps the most horrifying tragedy that can happen to anyone is to lose their heart's desire. To lose the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;ardor of living life at its&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;peak can&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;burnout the irreplaceable spark that we have for our dreams. To let people &lt;span&gt;shatter&lt;/span&gt; our dreams can give us reasons not to continue our journey, but at the end of the day, we should know how to take&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;obligations&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and be &lt;span&gt;accountable that life depends on us point blank.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Giving up is an option, it's our choice, and it has always been our destiny. Because in every destruction comes with a wonderful transformation that's so overwhelming, you'll just look back to see how&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;fool we were to let a little mishap take us whole without understanding the reason behind. Life is not about surviving, Life is about understanding it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be all for believing is the best defense we can offer for our life in times of falling in the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and not at all. It can reveal the true color we have underneath. Lead your life away from lonely frustrations. We should know that we only have one life to live, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;we live it as we believe in living it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Giving yourself to God can be the best&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;support you can offer to your worried heart and mind. All your troubles and fears can be dissolved with God's affection, and He's one true thing that can give you a soft place to land when you falter. Bring your sanity back, take the peace of mind you want, believe in something you know exist---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hope is the expectation that something outside of ourselves, something or someone external, is going to come to our rescue and we will live happily ever after." -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-7937390456971851047?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/7937390456971851047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=7937390456971851047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/7937390456971851047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/7937390456971851047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-believe-in-something.html' title='To Believe In Something'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3553/3766092936_6f66d1f36b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-556233299564942330</id><published>2011-08-12T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T13:12:08.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 17- Someone You Would Want To Switch Lives With For One Day and Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/0f/Ferdinand_Marcos.JPEG/225px-Ferdinand_Marcos.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/0f/Ferdinand_Marcos.JPEG/225px-Ferdinand_Marcos.JPEG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But seriously, if I'd switch lives with him now-- I'd be lying inside his glass coffin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I would switch lives with someone for a day, I think it will be former President Ferdinand Marcos. I really think that he's a great president decades ago. He's really smart, and actually he's the smartest president Filipinos have ever known. It's just sad that corruption destroyed his ambition for the betterment of the Republic of the Philippines. If I would be given a chance to switch lives with him for a day, I think I'm going to be the president that most Filipinos would want at that time and today- corruption free government. But I know that "one" day is not enough to change the world that fast, but I think a day of &lt;span&gt;deliverance can still bring a big impact to the world and &amp;nbsp;change history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;But seriously, if I'd switch lives with him now-- I'd be lying inside his glass coffin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.junkonline.net/assets/0004/2048/john-mayer_std.jpg?1268038134" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.junkonline.net/assets/0004/2048/john-mayer_std.jpg?1268038134" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man Crush&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And if I'd switch lives with a celebrity, it will be John Mayer! He has the voice and good looks, a total package for a celebrity, I should say. He's my man crush. LOL Yeah &amp;nbsp;he's my idol when it comes to music and as if I know how to sing and play the guitar like he does. Man I envy this guy. I never get tired of his music. My friend said that his gay but I don't think so and I don't care. He's music is enough for me to switch lives with him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/34/Irene_Bolam_1977008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/34/Irene_Bolam_1977008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/2d/Amelia_earhart.jpeg/190px-Amelia_earhart.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/2d/Amelia_earhart.jpeg/190px-Amelia_earhart.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Irene Craigmile Bolam&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Amelia Earhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I also want to switch lives with Amelia Earhart if she's still alive. Because I want to know what happened to her in July 2, 1937. Because some people say she changed her name to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Irene Craigmile Bolam. I don't know what really happened to her in the Pacific Ocean, all I know is that&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bermuda_Triangle"&gt;Bermuda Triangle&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;took her away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-556233299564942330?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/556233299564942330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=556233299564942330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/556233299564942330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/556233299564942330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-17-someone-you-would-want-to-switch.html' title='Day 17- Someone You Would Want To Switch Lives With For One Day and Why'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-7881721146161390592</id><published>2011-08-12T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T12:31:59.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 16- Another Picture of Yourself (Baby Pic!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Baby pictures! Tell me I'm adorable because baby pictures should &amp;nbsp;be adorable ha-ha! I don't know where the hell my other pictures are. My mom doesn't keep pictures actually, it's not her thing &lt;i&gt;kasi&lt;/i&gt;. I'm the second child of my loving parents, and I'm the most stubborn one. My mom told me that my &lt;i&gt;lolo &lt;/i&gt;(grandfather) took care of me when I was a baby. And she even told me that my &lt;i&gt;lolo &lt;/i&gt;had a hard time nursing me because I cry a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlH49Xs0aKE/TkSkoDCTnxI/AAAAAAAAAkk/B4ixlA8akaE/s1600/001-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlH49Xs0aKE/TkSkoDCTnxI/AAAAAAAAAkk/B4ixlA8akaE/s400/001-1.JPG" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Angelina Jolie didn't know my existence&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Gad. Look how small and thin I was 24 years ago. Ha-ha! I don't find this picture attractive or adorable, but maybe my parents did. Maybe if Angelina Jolie started adopting babies at that time, maybe they would have adopted me and raise me as their own. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iCSg1JRpO_Q/TkSjgUc877I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ryxKUQHlSi4/s1600/003-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iCSg1JRpO_Q/TkSjgUc877I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ryxKUQHlSi4/s400/003-1.JPG" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was born to perform on stage!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I think I remember this picture-- Christmas Program! We danced the Drummer Boy song thingy I think? And I remember the boy behind me, his name is Leandro! Look how I smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtAK1xsbsFA/TkSkVyvmPdI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VeWdMItN6b8/s1600/005-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtAK1xsbsFA/TkSkVyvmPdI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VeWdMItN6b8/s640/005-1.JPG" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mini me. 4 years old!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Seriously, I know how to smile even at 4-years old! I'm 4 years old here, Nursery under Ms. Dionisio but now Mrs. Tancingco (I think). She's a nice teacher but I don't know where is she teaching these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20r6ofAfbio/TkSkbis-HcI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Q1um4esJFsk/s1600/004-1-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20r6ofAfbio/TkSkbis-HcI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Q1um4esJFsk/s400/004-1-2.JPG" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And this is me for the year 2011! I still look young, right!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-7881721146161390592?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/7881721146161390592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=7881721146161390592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/7881721146161390592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/7881721146161390592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-16-another-picture-of-yourself-baby.html' title='Day 16- Another Picture of Yourself (Baby Pic!)'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlH49Xs0aKE/TkSkoDCTnxI/AAAAAAAAAkk/B4ixlA8akaE/s72-c/001-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-1891119767563873135</id><published>2011-08-11T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:29:20.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 15- A Letter To Someone Who Has Hurt You Recently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/2857731475_e313b87de9_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/2857731475_e313b87de9_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't expect that I will have something to write for Day-15. This happened when my mind got screwed-up with nonsense, eccentric, and &lt;b&gt;immature&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;behavior that made&amp;nbsp;irrational &amp;nbsp;random thoughts. I know no one is to be blamed, but I don't want to regret the things I said to you last night. As a matter of fact, I'm keeping it but I know you know me fully well even if I fume-- I never kept resentment nor grudge to anyone which is really true about me as a person. This will surpass someday&amp;nbsp;but some things really have to change. I talked to a very close friend of ours regarding with this issue, and she told me the same thing like what I said on the second line of this blog. She's right, and I know no one hears me like you do. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3Nnrj6i9Vk"&gt;Sheryl Crow&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;said this line from her song which I want to share with you: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Not everything is going to be the way we think it ought to be"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, and she's absolutely right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess I'm just being melodramatic and I don't have the&amp;nbsp;right to say anything against you. Yeah I know I'm a bit emotional these past few days which I am not proud of. Talking about the irony, I wanted you to be with me &amp;nbsp;last weekend and sympathize with me which I don't want other people to do to me.Well I guess it's because I know it's more comfortable and less awkward if you're the ones who would be with me that day. I just wanted a change of subject that moment, you know just to drive away that obnoxious feeling I had the time and replace it with witty humors we have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never liked confrontations 'cos it's awkward. I never liked confrontations because I lose words. I never liked confrontations because temper goes first with me and I have the tendency to say anything I want. So I really hope, things will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4758863962_1499d39eee_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4758863962_1499d39eee_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a bit disconnected with the choices I have lately. I guess this letter is for you and me to share. I really think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sincerely yours,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-1891119767563873135?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/1891119767563873135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=1891119767563873135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1891119767563873135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1891119767563873135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-15-letter-to-someone-who-has-hurt.html' title='Day 15- A Letter To Someone Who Has Hurt You Recently'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/2857731475_e313b87de9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-4736864227900317677</id><published>2011-08-11T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T20:38:41.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 14- Recent pictures you Took</title><content type='html'>Day 14 of my 30-Day Blogger Challenge. So I tried doing&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panoramic_photography"&gt;panoramic photography&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;days ago for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ij0Q_HAxlA4/TkPJDsOmD8I/AAAAAAAAAj8/-jggD2Gi1Ps/s1600/DSCF5115-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ij0Q_HAxlA4/TkPJDsOmD8I/AAAAAAAAAj8/-jggD2Gi1Ps/s640/DSCF5115-1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZn0emmwMWc/TkPJlWj_E3I/AAAAAAAAAkA/UJvdL92fR1M/s1600/DSCF5096-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZn0emmwMWc/TkPJlWj_E3I/AAAAAAAAAkA/UJvdL92fR1M/s640/DSCF5096-1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zad-0HDGNCE/TkPKeVrdRxI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vjZWtE0cqBQ/s1600/DSCF5120-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zad-0HDGNCE/TkPKeVrdRxI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vjZWtE0cqBQ/s640/DSCF5120-1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DeUA5f6hfYw/TkPLBEm-fDI/AAAAAAAAAkI/clLVJrKFqKw/s1600/DSCF5117-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DeUA5f6hfYw/TkPLBEm-fDI/AAAAAAAAAkI/clLVJrKFqKw/s640/DSCF5117-1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Panoramic photography should be making 3 images to look like one&amp;nbsp;picture, and the best example would be the first photo, the rest were random shots. My camera has panorama settings which helped me to do these panoramic photos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8cYyNbkRe7s/TkPMzi3GceI/AAAAAAAAAkM/djNfcD5rGVU/s1600/DSCF5137-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8cYyNbkRe7s/TkPMzi3GceI/AAAAAAAAAkM/djNfcD5rGVU/s640/DSCF5137-1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And this is may favorite shot! She's my niece! I like this photo because of the cuteness factor this picture has! Ha-ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-4736864227900317677?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/4736864227900317677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=4736864227900317677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4736864227900317677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4736864227900317677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-14-recent-pictures-you-took.html' title='Day 14- Recent pictures you Took'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ij0Q_HAxlA4/TkPJDsOmD8I/AAAAAAAAAj8/-jggD2Gi1Ps/s72-c/DSCF5115-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-413354589365633237</id><published>2011-08-05T11:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T11:54:48.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 13- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 Songs That Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1144/1398069950_0a124d18cf_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1144/1398069950_0a124d18cf_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't have my iPod Shuffle with me so I'll use the playlist I have on my iTunes which contains the same songs I have in my iPod Shuffle. So the first song is New Kind of Cool &amp;nbsp;by The Rescues which I was listening last night before I went sleep. I am surprised! Ha-ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't find a better video but I guess this is okay for you to figure out what kind of tune it has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CWbgUswXdMg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the second song is Anyone But You by Counting Crows. So here's the video of it which is not what I have in mind and also here's its beautiful lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jxg9oHUOegI" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm always thinking&lt;br /&gt;Of someone new&lt;br /&gt;I'm never sitting&lt;br /&gt;Ok with you&lt;br /&gt;There's always something else on my mind&lt;br /&gt;There's always something I can't find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think about anything you can&lt;br /&gt;I think about you&lt;br /&gt;I'll think about anything it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost perfect&lt;br /&gt;Some of the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm also sinking&lt;br /&gt;Some of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost ready&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's almost true&lt;br /&gt;For almost anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think about anything you can&lt;br /&gt;I think about you&lt;br /&gt;I'll think about everything it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always sinking&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the sand&lt;br /&gt;You're holding nothing in your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think about anything you can&lt;br /&gt;I think about you&lt;br /&gt;But I'll think about anything it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And the 3rd song is Black Star by Radiohead! I like Radiohead! Oh.my. I think every song I have has the same mood. I hope not!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9J3kP4vI5gk" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;4th song is All This Time by OneRepublic. The song tells about someone who is looking for love and realizes that what he's been searching for is just in front of him. The irony!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1CfoI-ougg8" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Oh my. The 5th song is Flicker In My Eye by Hotel Lights. And now I feel melancholy with all these shuffled songs. I demand a reshuffle! There's no music video on &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;so try looking for it somewhere!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;The 6th song is You And Whose Army by Radiohead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;The 7th song is Fair by Remy Zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;8th song is Skipalong by Lenka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;9th song isWhite Lies by PaoloNutini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;The last song is If You Ever Come Back by The Script. Thank you Script because you gave my blog entry some soothing tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. The songs after the 9th song are better! Rock and Roll! WTH! Ha-ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-413354589365633237?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/413354589365633237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=413354589365633237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/413354589365633237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/413354589365633237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/08/put-your-ipod-on-shuffle-first-10-songs.html' title='Day 13- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 Songs That Play'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1144/1398069950_0a124d18cf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-2501812673337556416</id><published>2011-08-05T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T11:18:42.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 12- How you Found Out About Blogger and Why You Made One</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/267060150_e690307561_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/267060150_e690307561_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started blogging in October 2008, it's also the same day that I discovered Blogspot. I was told about&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://wordpress.org/"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;but I chose to stick with Blogspot. I found out Blogspot by Google! Because I know Google has all the information that I need. Anyway I decided to blog because my mom invaded my journal that made me feel a bit awkward. And&amp;nbsp;ironically, blogging on &amp;nbsp;blogsphere does the same thing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going to share with you my first blog here on Blogspot. It's&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;mawkishly sentimental but hey, I wrote it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-----o-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Letter For Someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Bentham; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will feel alright. With all these grudges, loudness of peers, strong passion, and skepticism; I know things will be okay. I am ahead of this wild imagination. I have spoken to myself lately. I can do this, I may be blinded and suffocated by you; I know I can breathe again. There may be a handful of predicaments, illusions, and worries; I know I cannot let myself sink six feet under this sentiment. All the time, I let myself be fooled by your eyes, be fooled by your serene presence near me. You may be the last breath in my lungs, but I can fill the emptiness when time comes that you’re not in me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to see it? The place where I’d rather be? Because in my mind I mean it, that you’re more than what I thought you were; uncertainty and doubt. There is no one in between. I am looking for love, and there’s too much mistake. You’re something beautiful, and I want to trade you for something real, and not just an illusion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Bentham; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;-----o-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Bentham; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;It looks emo-ish and actually it is! Blogging helps me to express how I feel&amp;nbsp;artistically or what ever you call it. Blogging is a therapy for me. It's helping me to bring out my thoughts that I find awkward to share verbally. Blogging &amp;nbsp;is my way to tell the world and every people in it that there's someone from 8 Billion souls who knows how to&amp;nbsp;pen &amp;nbsp;on a cyberpaper and be sincere about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Bentham;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Writing is one of my passions. Before I learned to use the Internet, I used to write in on a real paper. I write &amp;nbsp;my own poems too!! So here's my first poem I wrote here on Blogspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Bentham;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Bentham;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;-----0-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Bentham; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So many nights trying to hide it&lt;br /&gt;But now I stay awake pleading for more&lt;br /&gt;To think this heart's divided&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing sleep cause I can't ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your touch all around&lt;br /&gt;Peacefully hearing the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of silence around us, so glad we found us this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me, here in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering where you've always been&lt;br /&gt;Blindly, I came to you&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you'd breathe new life from within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get enough of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be where you are&lt;br /&gt;In times of need I just want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;I leave a note on your car&lt;br /&gt;When I can't find the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your voice all around&lt;br /&gt;The last place we're going is down&lt;br /&gt;I'll blindly follow knowing you're leading the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me, here in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering where you've always been&lt;br /&gt;Blindly, I came to you&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you'd breathe new life from within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you in time&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;My life stands still&lt;br /&gt;You are the will that makes me strong&lt;br /&gt;Make me strong&lt;br /&gt;If ever alone in this world I know I'll always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me, here in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering where you've always been&lt;br /&gt;Blindly, I came to you&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you'd breathe new life from within&lt;br /&gt;You sleep, here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Where the world just shuts down for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Blindly, you came to me&lt;br /&gt;Finding peace and belief in this smile&lt;br /&gt;Find some peace and belief in this smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get enough of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Bentham; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;-----o-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Bentham;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;And now I realized how awful this poem is! Ha-ha. Imagine the reality about emotions. "Once something is over and you've moved on and looked back again, you'll realize that it's not that overwhelming after all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Bentham;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Blogging is good for the soul, heart, and mind. I actually told my friend to blog to make him busy and avoid thinking of his dreadful and emotional thoughts that he's going through. And I'm glad that it helped him and still helping him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-2501812673337556416?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/2501812673337556416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=2501812673337556416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2501812673337556416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2501812673337556416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-12-how-you-found-out-about-blogger.html' title='Day 12- How you Found Out About Blogger and Why You Made One'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/267060150_e690307561_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-7775307075076747218</id><published>2011-08-05T10:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:36:40.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 11- Your Idea of a Perfect Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4318308799_7e42707533_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4318308799_7e42707533_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A lot of us can think of a perfect date. It can be dinner at the beach or fine dining in a fancy restaurant. But for me, a date is not about the dreamy&amp;nbsp;place that's on your mind that you see in movies and whatnot. For me, dating is about the good feeling of a moment. My idea of a perfect date would be in an amusement park! Because I find it somewhat casual and at the same time, worry free with what to do next-- because everything fun is in a amusement park.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't date random people, I prefer to date people who I like (why on earth would I date total strangers?) to know more and people who want to have fun with me. And for me, to date in an amusement park is the right place to enjoy each other's company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a person who doesn't want to sit and stay in one place when I date, I prefer to stroll around while talking and having fun with the person I'm with at the moment. I want the person, who I date, smiling while having a leisure time with me. A real smile and not just a casual smile, okay?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a person who hates dull moments when I'm with someone, I break the ice to ease the awkwardness by telling jokes even if sometimes it's corny, which I hope not a turn off with most of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-7775307075076747218?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/7775307075076747218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=7775307075076747218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/7775307075076747218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/7775307075076747218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-11-your-idea-of-perfect-date.html' title='Day 11- Your Idea of a Perfect Date'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4318308799_7e42707533_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-5443093025645338909</id><published>2011-07-24T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:45:40.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>•Day 10- Songs You Listen To When You Are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/5793833482_572e113c41_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/5793833482_572e113c41_m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #330000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Music is what feelings sound like.&amp;nbsp; ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of us can enjoy music; whether it's pop, rock, classical, and acoustic. It's one of the greatest invention of all time! Music can set our mood from melancholic to sanguine or from&amp;nbsp;weary to&amp;nbsp;peppy. Music is the&amp;nbsp;nutriment for our soul. And for sure, all of us have our favorites when it comes to&amp;nbsp;music. Here are the songs which I listen when I'm happy, sad, bored, hyped and mad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Such A Thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by John Mayer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="150" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WFvqMj8Q99I" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Mayer"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;is an old time favorite of mine when it comes to music. And this song tells me that we should be more than the person we are. We all should be keep moving forward and make the most of every day. We should never be afraid to try new things, life is short!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorite Line:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They love to tell you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stay inside the lines&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But something's better&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the other side&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am invincible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long as I'm alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Sarah Mclachlan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="150" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i1GmxMTwUgs" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;If someone would ask me how angels sing, I'll them about&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarah_McLachlan" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah Mclachlan&lt;/a&gt;. I'm a fan or Sarah's music since elementary. The first time I heard her song, Angel, was on the radio and fell in love with her voice ever since. Angel is the song I listen when I get sad and hopeless. Actually it was the song that I listened when my grandparents died 2 years ago. The songs tell it all. Every word is heartfelt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorite Line:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (all of it actually)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spend all your time waiting&lt;br /&gt;for that second chance&lt;br /&gt;for a break that would make it okay&lt;br /&gt;there's always some reason&lt;br /&gt;to feel not good enough&lt;br /&gt;and it's hard at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I need some distraction&lt;br /&gt;oh a beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;memory seeps from my veins&lt;br /&gt;let me be empty&lt;br /&gt;oh and weightless and maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'll find some peace tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;from this dark cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;and the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;you are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the straight life&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere you turn&lt;br /&gt;there's vultures and thieves at your back&lt;br /&gt;the storm keeps on twisting&lt;br /&gt;you keep on building the lies&lt;br /&gt;that you make up for all that you lack&lt;br /&gt;it don't make no difference&lt;br /&gt;escaping one last time&lt;br /&gt;it's easier to believe&lt;br /&gt;in this sweet madness oh&lt;br /&gt;this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;from this dark cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;and the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;you are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort here&lt;br /&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Augustana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="150" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7OvZCLoEpNg" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I like&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Augustana_(band)" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Augustana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;! &lt;/b&gt;I can't remember when's the first time I heard their songs but I know it was years ago! This song is what I listen to when I'm bored! I actually sing this song until my lungs collapsed! Ha-ha! I actually have a record of my version on my Facebook account. There's nothing special about the lyrics, I just love singing it, especially the last part where I have to hold my breath at the end!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Supermassive Black Hole&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Muse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="150" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BwB8L092ZzU" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This song of&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muse_(band)"&gt;Muse&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;stimulates me. It has&amp;nbsp;angst and cool&amp;nbsp;beat! It's also gives me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;sensitivity about&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;sexual&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;stereotypes. It's really sexy for me. I feel strong and&amp;nbsp;vigorous each time I listen to this song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I DON'T THINK I HAVE A SONG WHEN I'M MAD!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-5443093025645338909?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/5443093025645338909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=5443093025645338909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/5443093025645338909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/5443093025645338909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-10-songs-you-listen-to-when-you-are.html' title='•Day 10- Songs You Listen To When You Are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/5793833482_572e113c41_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-817072859238352613</id><published>2011-07-24T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T00:13:59.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 09- Nicknames You Have and Why Do You Have Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;My real name is Augustus Benedict Angeles Benedicto and I have lots of nicknames, all from silly stories. People at home call me "&lt;b&gt;Ogot&lt;/b&gt;". Well all the people who know me personally call me with that nickname. Actually, I have the same nickname with a cousin of mine in the paternal side of my family but I haven't met him. I'm still using my nickname until today. And you know what? There's always a time when I get vexed with people who can't address me properly, my nickname is short and I don't know why they always make a &amp;nbsp;mistake addressing me properly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;There's a time when I called a friend on the phone and someone answered my call and asked my name to address me properly. I always say "&lt;i&gt;Si &lt;b&gt;Ogot &lt;/b&gt;po&lt;/i&gt;" (It's Ogot)", then the person will confirm my name on the phone. And the annoying part would be addressing me as "&lt;b&gt;Agot&lt;/b&gt;". I don't know if I had a&amp;nbsp;girly voice when I was young or they just had a hard time hearing my name properly on the phon&lt;b&gt;e.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Some people would ask me why my nickname's &lt;b&gt;Ogot&lt;/b&gt;? So that's the time when I'll say my full name to them just to relate it with my nickname. Because of &lt;b&gt;Augustus &lt;/b&gt;is my first name, they would sometimes combine it with my nickname, which is &lt;b&gt;Ogot&lt;/b&gt;. So the nickname "&lt;b&gt;Augot"&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;was born. And the funny thing about it is that people would pronounce it as "&lt;b&gt;Aw-got&lt;/b&gt;". Silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;My 2 brothers and I share the same second name which is &lt;b&gt;Benedict.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My brothers friends call them &lt;b&gt;Benedict &lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b&gt;Ben&lt;/b&gt;.As for me, there are only 2 people who call me by my second name; Angela Fabian (Sorority Sister) and Andrew Gan. But Andrew is different with Angela since Andrew would sometimes call me "&lt;b&gt;Ben&lt;/b&gt;" rather than calling me "&lt;b&gt;Benedict&lt;/b&gt;". I'm not used with that name actually, but since he prefers calling me &lt;b&gt;Ben&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;then I guess it's okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I was also called "&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mahal &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;b&gt;Love" &lt;/b&gt;by my ex-girlfriend. But until today, she still use that name on me whenever we get time to talk or meet. My other ex-girlfriend called me "&lt;b&gt;Angel&lt;/b&gt;" when we were lovebirds, since she thinks that I'm her angel, and she still use that name on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;And some lazy people would call me "&lt;b&gt;'Got&lt;/b&gt;", short for &lt;b&gt;Ogot&lt;/b&gt;. So now you know where my nicknames came from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-817072859238352613?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/817072859238352613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=817072859238352613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/817072859238352613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/817072859238352613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-09-nicknames-you-have-and-why-do.html' title='Day 09- Nicknames You Have and Why Do You Have Them'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-7639214481307589995</id><published>2011-07-24T05:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T01:52:11.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Camille Glodoviza Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Model:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ellimac.glodoviza"&gt;Camille Glodoviza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Photographer:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/AugotBenedicto"&gt;Augustus Benedicto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Theme:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Panthera pardus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ydJCA5H7PCs/TipfYFiO6nI/AAAAAAAAAjg/OWl-Bmx9Eh8/s1600/DSCF4938-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ydJCA5H7PCs/TipfYFiO6nI/AAAAAAAAAjg/OWl-Bmx9Eh8/s640/DSCF4938-1.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3137/2833423786_af9100fe92_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3137/2833423786_af9100fe92_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 8. The Defining. I'll be straightforward. What is crush? Crush is an admiration, and believe me crushes don't go far. Like is casual without sexual desire or whatever. Like-like is whimsical or playful. Infatuation is a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;n intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something. Love is a warm affection. And being in love means&amp;nbsp;enamored:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;marked by foolish or unreasoning fondness, crazy love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's Talk About Love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's easy to say those words, but the big surprise about it is people still get lost when they get in the middle of the not sure and the not quite when it comes with affection. Some people don't know the right or exact words to say that can define how they really feel for someone. But actually, people do know what they feel, they're happy feeling it. It's a great feeling to begin with, to feel happy with someone you know is he best feeling in the world. To have that rainbow smile on your face and &amp;nbsp;to be the opposite of down, should not worry you at all, that's normal. Take it, it's yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But most of us don't want to be "just" happy. Most of us want to a&amp;nbsp;guarantee&amp;nbsp;when it comes to love. Most of us want our emotional investment to prosper someday. Seriously, how many of us wished that one day the person we love, &amp;nbsp;decides to love us back? And how many of us let our fear, for rejection, to get the best of us?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love takes time and time is always on our side, but time can take away everything from us if we ignore it. No one can tell when everything will end, no one can tell you that tomorrow is too late for you to express how you feel for someone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Joe D'Mango once said that "&lt;i&gt;Expressing it out can make a big difference&lt;/i&gt;.". It's real, once you expressed how you feel can bring an impact to your life, it can change your day into a moment and have a new beginning later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Crushes don't go far. Infatuation is intense but short-lived admiration. But when you realize that you want your feeling to go far and when you feel that it's longer than infatuation-- you're in love. Congratulations! Make the most of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love with all your heart, love without expecting in return, love unconditionally, love with your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take risks and take every chance that goes your way. Love will find your way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll do better next time, run out of words to say. But I hope you liked it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-3949299700371996589?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/3949299700371996589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=3949299700371996589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/3949299700371996589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/3949299700371996589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-08-define-crush-like-like-like.html' title='Day 08- Define Crush, Like, Like-Like, Infatuation, Love, and In Love'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3137/2833423786_af9100fe92_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-7363594774583352653</id><published>2011-07-22T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T13:46:48.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 07- A Picture of Someone/Something That Has The Biggest Impact On You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQLRl7r624M/TiP1s5jTpiI/AAAAAAAAAjc/HWx4p4_44jM/s1600/258960_210476742330155_100001034930994_640665_6303059_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQLRl7r624M/TiP1s5jTpiI/AAAAAAAAAjc/HWx4p4_44jM/s320/258960_210476742330155_100001034930994_640665_6303059_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Buying a Nikon doesn't make you a photographer.&amp;nbsp; It makes you a Nikon owner. &amp;nbsp;-Anonymous"&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Photography has the biggest impact on me. This is one of the talents I have that I'm proud of. Actually I don't want to call it a talent, I'd want to call it "ardor".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't know that I'd fall in love with photography itself. I like pictures, just like that &amp;nbsp;before. But when I found myself falling in love with photography, I'm loving it everyday and forever!&amp;nbsp;I was asked before by a fellow veterinarian if I have plans to take photography seriously. And I said yes, maybe someday I'll be more than an amateur, but for now I have other stuff on top of my list. *Ehem* Board Exam.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this blog entry is short than the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-7363594774583352653?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/7363594774583352653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=7363594774583352653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/7363594774583352653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/7363594774583352653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-07-picture-of-someonesomething-that.html' title='Day 07- A Picture of Someone/Something That Has The Biggest Impact On You'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQLRl7r624M/TiP1s5jTpiI/AAAAAAAAAjc/HWx4p4_44jM/s72-c/258960_210476742330155_100001034930994_640665_6303059_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-2119823460873256382</id><published>2011-07-18T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T09:50:14.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 06- Favorite Super Hero and Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1003/954891519_3be3ba902b_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1003/954891519_3be3ba902b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 6, Favorite Super Hero and Why. My super hero can be someone from the history book, a comic hero from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marvels"&gt;Marvels&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1567432/"&gt;Teen Wolf&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or probably &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0015541/"&gt;Hiro Nakamura&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;of Heroes. But the truth is, my super hero is&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/one-tree-hill/show/16942/summary.html"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/a&gt;. And yes you're right, it's a television show! I can't remember when was the first time I got hooked with OTH (One Tree Hill), but as far as I can remember, I've watched seasons 1-4 and after those seasons I failed to continue onward. Maybe you're wondering why I chose OTH when there are better super heroes nowadays; like vampires, werewolves, and wizards! I chose OTH because of the inspirational quotes from the voice-over from OTH's characters while a scene's playing. So I will share you some inspiration quotes from One Tree Hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight. And never stop fighting."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;-e.e. cummings&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;"Do you ever wonder if we make the moments in our lives or if the moments in our lives make us?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;"If you could go back and change one thing about your life, would you? And if you did, would that change make your life better? Or would that change ultimately break your heart? Or break the heart of another? Or would you choose an entirely different path? Or would you change just one thing, just one moment? One moment, that you've always wanted back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;"Regret comes in all shapes and sizes. Some are small like when we do a bad thing for a good reason. Some are bigger like when you let down a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Some of us escape the pain of regret by making the right choice. Some of us have little time for regret because we're looking forward to the future. Sometimes we have to fight to come to terms with the past, and sometimes we bury our regret by promising to change your own ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;But, our biggest regrets are not for the things we did -- but, for the things we didn't do. Things we didn't say that could've save someone that we care about. Especially when we can see the dark storm that's headed their way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;"There comes a time when every life goes off course. In this desperate moment who will you be? Will you let down your defenses, and find solace in someone unexpected? Will you reach out? Will you face your greatest fear bravely? And move forward with faith. Or will you succumb to the darkness in your soul?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;"The person you want to be does exist; somewhere on the other side of hard work and faith and belief. And, beyond the heartache and fear of what lies ahead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;"Henry James once wrote: 'Be not afraid of life. Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help create the fact."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;"John Steinbeck once wrote: 'Change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;"At this moment, there are 6 billion, 4 hundred, 71 million, 8 hundred, 18 thousand, 6 hundred, 71 people in the world. Some are running scared.. some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day.. others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good, and some are good.. struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world, 6 billion souls -- and sometimes.. all you need is 1."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;"And once you lose yourself, you have two choices: find the person you used to be... or lose that person completely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;"Because, sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you've been. And remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;"Stephen King once wrote: 'Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away.. and in the end.. there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometime we lose them there again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;"As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment. And then the moment was gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Sometimes when you're young, you think nothing can hurt you. It's like being invincible. Your whole life is ahead of you, and you have big plans. Big plans. To find your perfect match. The one that completes you. But as you get older, you realize it's not always that easy. It's not until the end of your life that you realize how the plans you made were simply plans. At the end, when you're looking back instead of forward, you want to believe that you made the most of what life gave you. You want to believe that you're leaving something good behind. You want it all to have mattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;It's been said that the saddest thing a man will ever face is what might have been ? But what of the man who's faced with what was? Or what may never be? Or what can no longer be? Choosing the right path is never easy. It's a decision we make with only our hearts to guide us. But sometimes we find our way to something better. Sometimes we fight through the regret and remorse of our mistakes, our malice and our jealously and the shame we feel for not being the people we were meant to be. And that's when we find our way to something better or something better finds its way to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Okay so there lots of these quotes over the internet. For more quotes, click this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://one-tree-hill-quotes.blogspot.com/"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-2119823460873256382?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/2119823460873256382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=2119823460873256382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2119823460873256382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2119823460873256382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-06-favorite-super-hero-and-why.html' title='Day 06- Favorite Super Hero and Why'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1003/954891519_3be3ba902b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-2086060025780854908</id><published>2011-07-16T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T13:47:54.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 05- Most Visited Websites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are 5 websites I check each time I go to cyberspace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/AugotBenedicto"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ever popular social networking website in the world! I use it to communicate with close friends and relatives, and unforgotten people I used to call friends. I was a Friendster user before, but since most of my friends are using Facebook, I deleted my account. But I made a new account again on Friendster because they offer new games there, go and check it out! Anyway, I have 2 accounts on Facebook and it's private.It's for the people I know personally. And the other one is what I use for stalking! Yes I stalk! Ha-ha! But not the scary stalker, I think! I'm a stalker&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/veronica.callanta"&gt;Veronica Callanta&lt;/a&gt;! But I don't do it often like before, it's just that I like her!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/iAmOgot"&gt;TWITTER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is one social networking site I didn't expect to enjoy before. But I like it! I can post anything I want since it's created to be like that unlike Facebook where people &amp;nbsp;post &lt;strike&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strike&gt; and &lt;strike&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strike&gt; there! I have a few followers there but I don't mind. My phone does the tweeting for me everyday, thank you&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Android_(operating_system)"&gt; Android&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38622950@N06/"&gt;FLICKR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like this site, it's for people who do photography and blog for photography. But sad to say, people her in the P.I. &amp;nbsp;don't update their Flickr account that often. Do you know where I can find Filipino photographers who use Flickr for sharing photos? I would like to know the name of their group on Flickr so I can join and show them my photos!!! Thank you in advance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rocknrollbride.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROCK n Roll Bride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was introduced to me by a friend last month. And I love it! It's about wedding photography and it's awesome!!! I love everything in it! I read something about Photography and it's said there that wedding photography is a good start for amateur photographers-- that's me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/"&gt;BLOGSPOT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yes, obviously. BOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-2086060025780854908?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/2086060025780854908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=2086060025780854908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2086060025780854908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2086060025780854908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-05-most-visited-websites.html' title='Day 05- Most Visited Websites'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-9043536471383512932</id><published>2011-07-14T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T12:17:41.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 04- A Habit That You Wish You Didn't Have</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVjD1oucG9U/Th5l6TEC_wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9pm2X9Pyiwc/s1600/DSC03859-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVjD1oucG9U/Th5l6TEC_wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9pm2X9Pyiwc/s320/DSC03859-1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Before you hate something, you must love it first.". This is what I can say with my habit that I wish I didn't have. I hate to admit but I love and enjoy smoking even if it can hurt me big time (love hurts) someday and hopefully not soon (cross your fingers!). The first time I tried smoking was when I'm on my first year in high school. I tried it once and I never tried it again. I didn't let myself smoke cigarette or &lt;i&gt;yosi (&lt;/i&gt;here in the P.I.).&amp;nbsp;But when I went to college, this freaking habit tagged along with my day in day out routine for 7 years and still counting. Everyone in my family, excluded my 14-year old brother, smokes cigarettes and of the same brand! Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were 2 incidence happened that made me realize that it's okay for my parents that I smoke. It was summer, right after I took the &lt;a href="http://cvm.uplb.edu.ph/index.php/academics/admission/50-nvat"&gt;NVAT&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(in 2006 I think), my Family and I went to Laguna to celebrate my parent's wedding anniversary. I was uneasy that day because I'm scared to fail the exam. My loving mother noticed me and gave me one stick of cigarette to relieve the tense that I was feeling that day. When &lt;a href="http://www.typhoonondoy.org/"&gt;Typhoon Ondoy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;came here in the P.I., my father and I got stranded in Metro, Manila and had nothing to eat nor drink! My father handed me one stick of cigarette because it was what he had that time. Ha-ha! But even if I am allowed to smoke, I don't want my father to see me smoking because it's kinda uncomfortable in my part, but my mom and I smoke together, a lot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friend gave me an&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electronic_cigarette"&gt;Electronic Cigarette&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or E-Cigarette last Christmas to save me from the unhealthy effects of real cigarettes. It didn't help, at all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someday I know I'll stop or maybe lessen my cigarette intake. And I do hope that it's not too late for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-9043536471383512932?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/9043536471383512932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=9043536471383512932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/9043536471383512932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/9043536471383512932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-04-habit-that-you-wish-you-didnt.html' title='Day 04- A Habit That You Wish You Didn&apos;t Have'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVjD1oucG9U/Th5l6TEC_wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9pm2X9Pyiwc/s72-c/DSC03859-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-3370639881942243526</id><published>2011-07-13T05:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T14:24:08.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 03- A Picture of You And Your Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what will you see now are pictures of my friends who I hang out with, well most of the time. I met these people &amp;nbsp; long time ago and I don't want to count those awesome years I spent with these lovely people who I call friends slash siblings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mjw5gWA8HCA/Th0rJGHG6EI/AAAAAAAAAio/GNplUq6odsU/s1600/156627_1779901096538_1209741520_2003628_7607816_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mjw5gWA8HCA/Th0rJGHG6EI/AAAAAAAAAio/GNplUq6odsU/s320/156627_1779901096538_1209741520_2003628_7607816_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;we do this a lot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;That's Irwin and Camille. We're friends since high school until today. Irwin works abroad for 3 years, I think. Right after college he went abroad to be with his family in Qatar and work there. He's my best friend and we talk often now because he needs a real friend. It's a mystery to me why he's considering me his real friend since I'm a fake friend to him. Just kidding! Ha-ha! And the girl in the middle is just a "nobody".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FZSx41kuHrw/Th0sMtzapNI/AAAAAAAAAis/GsMgDhc16_E/s1600/150057_1737372113340_1209741520_1919012_8206241_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FZSx41kuHrw/Th0sMtzapNI/AAAAAAAAAis/GsMgDhc16_E/s320/150057_1737372113340_1209741520_1919012_8206241_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi Modelo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The girl in the middle on the first picture is this lovely gal! Her name is Camille. She's one hard working girl. A strong girl because she's actually a man. Kidding! Camille worked for a living before when her mom went to Hongkong and had some personal problems there. Honestly speaking, we hang out more often than the rest of our friends. This girl is like a family to me! My family is comfortable with this lovely critter because she's cool and funny like that! But NO we can't be together as lovers because it will be&amp;nbsp;incest! Ha-ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70XGh04l0TE/Th0tn4AZMfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Moy84yuGv7Q/s1600/262113_2172792838586_1209741520_2583226_6550876_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70XGh04l0TE/Th0tn4AZMfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Moy84yuGv7Q/s320/262113_2172792838586_1209741520_2583226_6550876_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chasing White&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is Tina, Camille's childhood sweetheart. Ha-ha! No she's Camille's best friend since birth. She became my friend when Camille introduced her to us, our&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://casualsavant.typepad.com/photos/friends/index.html"&gt;barkada&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;It was a very long time ago but I think we were in college back then. She's thoughtful and smart, her pretty face is just a extra luggage that goes along with her nice personality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPfWJ1fOfdY/Th0u_GBb4RI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oxEYJpurvwY/s1600/270475_2238588843445_1209741520_2634647_2175963_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPfWJ1fOfdY/Th0u_GBb4RI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oxEYJpurvwY/s320/270475_2238588843445_1209741520_2634647_2175963_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candy or Betcha.. whatever!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's Betcha/Candy but I know her as Elizabeth way back in high school. This is one pretty girl, &amp;nbsp;she rarely talks but laughs and smiles a lot, seriously! She has a boyfriend who idolizes this Korean actor in Korea (obviously). When I saw her after college in Tina's house, man I got surprised! She was a simple girl in high school. She's thin and has this long black hair. But when I saw her after college, she's pretty as an angel now, and mind you, an angel with curves! Late bloomer! BOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Er7Gv2j3qbI/Th0woZXikYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ZAqXTYU2tHY/s1600/23708_1146018551058_1845375559_292092_5836302_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Er7Gv2j3qbI/Th0woZXikYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ZAqXTYU2tHY/s320/23708_1146018551058_1845375559_292092_5836302_n.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Girl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Irwin and I always talk about Charese as a person, because we noticed that she didn't change at all after high school. She's like a living vampire! She is what she was in high school, physically and socially! So funny to think that she's a living proof of immortal's existence! Ha-ha! She's working and studying now. We rarely talk these days because she's busy with her life. But she's still the same person, same personality but has a different stress level because of her duties now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here are some old pictures.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yp0lyW-pbT8/Th0y6G_TrWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/8m0lhgtTcb4/s1600/n1209741520_496291_2832504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yp0lyW-pbT8/Th0y6G_TrWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/8m0lhgtTcb4/s320/n1209741520_496291_2832504.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Irwin's firs home coming&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vYMmDG0dilA/Th0zQWq8bbI/AAAAAAAAAjE/2fTF5a0ApUc/s1600/5440_1202488461583_1209741520_578186_7671300_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vYMmDG0dilA/Th0zQWq8bbI/AAAAAAAAAjE/2fTF5a0ApUc/s320/5440_1202488461583_1209741520_578186_7671300_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gigi, Charese, Tina and Clod, and Philip.&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS PARTY&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8-h1lMpHgM/Th0y0OfVbjI/AAAAAAAAAi8/QLFLTRxJSfs/s1600/n1209741520_493287_2252133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8-h1lMpHgM/Th0y0OfVbjI/AAAAAAAAAi8/QLFLTRxJSfs/s320/n1209741520_493287_2252133.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Christmas Party&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ft-AAwRYo3A/Th0zUszG6XI/AAAAAAAAAjI/rdvHGrvrqGE/s1600/14641_1282636025222_1209741520_832964_8228561_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ft-AAwRYo3A/Th0zUszG6XI/AAAAAAAAAjI/rdvHGrvrqGE/s320/14641_1282636025222_1209741520_832964_8228561_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;These are the people who I call "treasure". We're always there for each other, in sickness and in health, through thick and thin, forever and everyday! Someday soon our children will be friends too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-3370639881942243526?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/3370639881942243526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=3370639881942243526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/3370639881942243526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/3370639881942243526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-03-picture-of-you-and-your-friends.html' title='Day 03- A Picture of You And Your Friends'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mjw5gWA8HCA/Th0rJGHG6EI/AAAAAAAAAio/GNplUq6odsU/s72-c/156627_1779901096538_1209741520_2003628_7607816_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-2684085691775731586</id><published>2011-07-12T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T13:27:41.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 02- The Meaning Behind Your Blogger Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been blogging for a very long time now, until this day I still enjoy blogging. I used to keep a journal when I was in high school, and then cyberpaper was introduced to me years ago so I started blogging on the Internet. I don't know if I started on Friendster or Multiply but it doesn't matter anyway. So this is Day 2 of my 30-Day Blog Challenge and I will be writing about the meaning &amp;nbsp;behind my blogger name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Meaning Behind Your Blogger Name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Moment of Soliloquy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't know the word Soliloquy back then, so I have a different blogger name before BUT I forgot what was my first blogger name on blogspot's blogsphere. Anyway, I learned the word Soliloquy from a song by an American Rockband,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/alesana%20-"&gt;Alesana&lt;/a&gt;. The title of the song is&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/alesana/a_sirens_soliloquy.html"&gt;A Siren's Soliloquy&lt;/a&gt;. I got curious by the word Soliloquy, and when I found out the meaning of it I said this to myself, "Hey, this is what I do and write about with most of my blogs!" These are not the exact words I said before but the thought's just the same. Ha-ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For you people who don't know what does Soliloquy mean, check this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/dictionary/meaning/soliloquy/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. And for you people who don't want to click that link then Soliloquy means (&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A written composition, reciting what it is supposed a person says to himself. (&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;The act of talking to one's self; a discourse made by one in solitude to one's self; monologue. Okay now you know! Hurrah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I actually talk to myself before I go to sleep. It's kinda weird but I actually talk, verbally! Thank God no one has heard me talking to myself when I'm in my room. Most of what I have on my mind are written here on my blog page. Most of my blogs talk about what happened to my day, it talks about myself, lesson learned or just my reflection for the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One person before asked me anonymously on &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/Augot"&gt;Formspring&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;if using the word Soliloquy on my blog will make me an&amp;nbsp;intellectual person. I guess so! Because I think I'm one foot ahead of him for knowing a word like that. I am not using this title to tell the world I'm a know-it-all kind of blogger, the title fits my blogs so I'm using it as my blogger name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So people now you know the meaning behind my blogger name!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually thought that I should right about my name, but &amp;nbsp;BLOGGER'S NAME AND BLOGGER NAME are two different words. I seriously thought it was a&amp;nbsp;typographical error or something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-2684085691775731586?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/2684085691775731586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=2684085691775731586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2684085691775731586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2684085691775731586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-02-meaning-behind-your-blogger-name.html' title='Day 02- The Meaning Behind Your Blogger Name'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-4079012792772524307</id><published>2011-07-11T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T18:46:22.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 01- A Recent Picture of You and 15 Interesting Facts About Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6A9ccda_1Vk/ThrENqZJB-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/WmGH0QJA9ts/s1600/DSCF4737-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6A9ccda_1Vk/ThrENqZJB-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/WmGH0QJA9ts/s320/DSCF4737-1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself". And yes this is what I look like now, today, or at this very moment. And this is my first blog for the "A Blogger's 30-Day Challenge". I think I have blogged facts about myself from my previous blogs. I was thinking to copy and paste that blog entry here but I can't find where that is. ha-ha! Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Anyway here are the 15 Interesting facts about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I'm getting ready for my upcoming Veterinary Licensure Exam on August 1-3 this year. I'm a bit excited and nervous at the same time. This will be my first time to take the Licensure Exam and I'm doing my best to pass and get that license to practice this year! Pray for me, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I'm currently single, yeah for 3 years! I go on dates but I haven't found "The One". But I know she's out there! I wish to date Veronica Callanta! Ha-ha! I have a huge crush on her! I kinda stalk her on Facebook and Twitter and I'm proud of that!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I like photography! Seriously if ever I'll live again, I'd still love to do photography! I love Portrait Photography, and it's one thing that I want to develop someday soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;My first best friends were Alpha and Jefferson. They were my best friends way back. If I'm not mistaken I think way back in first level of grade school. Such a long time, I know! I haven't heard from them again after High School. But Jefferson and I met last May in a Welcome Party of a common friend of ours in High School.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I spend most of my time in my room. I sleep 10-12 hours since I don't have a job, because I want to take the board exam first before looking for a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;My best friend's name is Irwin Famatiga. We're good friends since 3rd Year of High School, he works abroad now! He's the only guy best friend I have in the world! And I know he's reading this now. @Irwin, GO TO HELL! HA-HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I admire Ira Giorgetti's photography! Man he's really good at it! I envy him for that!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I like Pecadillo! It's my favorite food in the whole wide world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I love music. When I was still young, my mom used to buy me "cassette tapes"! Ha-ha! I like Boy Band then because they're popular at that time. My first cassette tape was Damage (are they still alive?). They're black Americans, I think. Then I had Code Red and even Celine Dion! Ha-ha! Hey Celine Dion is a great singer! I currently have 5896 songs on my iTunes-- that's how I love music! I like different genre except for SCREAMO! Man all they do is to damage their throats shouting like hell dogs!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;My big brother and I used to quarrel before. There was a time that I kicked his balls real hard! But since we're grown-ups now, we're good!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I want to get married at the age of 27! I'm months closer to my first quarter and I feel kinda old for my age. But my goal will change, I know it will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I have plans working abroad. I think I can earn more when working abroad! But if my future job here is okay then probably I will not leave the country.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Some people think that I'm a snob. But I'm not! Maybe I look like one but I am really not. People should get to know me first, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I sometimes want to be alone. Like no one would distract me or talk to me when I don't want someone to put their attention on me. But I hate the feeling of being alone. Eer you know what I mean!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;And last, I'm not human. I'm half-werewolf and half-vampire! Ha-ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-4079012792772524307?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/4079012792772524307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=4079012792772524307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4079012792772524307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4079012792772524307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-01-recent-picture-of-you-and-15.html' title='Day 01- A Recent Picture of You and 15 Interesting Facts About Yourself'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6A9ccda_1Vk/ThrENqZJB-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/WmGH0QJA9ts/s72-c/DSCF4737-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-2771424593162256072</id><published>2011-07-11T17:15:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T01:08:20.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>A Blogger's 30-Day Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Writer's block is not nice. I've been under it for 2 consecutive weeks already. And because of it, I will challenge myself with "A Blogger's 30-Day Challenge". I read this on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thecaterwauler.wordpress.com/"&gt;thecaterwauler&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I think it can help me bring back my dying spark for writing. Thank you Nev for this!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note: &lt;/b&gt;It doesn't mean that I will blog for 30 consecutive days, okay?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here are things that I will blog about:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;•Day 01-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;•Day 02-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The meaning behind your&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Blogger&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;•Day 03-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;A picture of you and your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;•Day 04-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;A habit that you wish you didn’t have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;•Day 05- Most visited websites.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;•Day 06- Favorite super hero and why&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;•Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;•Day 08- Define crush, like, like-like, infatuation, love, and in love&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;•Day 09-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Nicknames you have; why do you have them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;•Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;•Day 11- Your idea of a perfect date&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;•Day 12- How you found out about Blogger and why you made one&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;•Day 13-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;•Day 14- Recent pictures you took&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;•Day 15-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;•Day 16- Another picture of yourself (baby pic!)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;•&lt;strike&gt;Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;•Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;•Day 19-&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;In this past month, what have you learned&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;•Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;•Day 21- Something/Someone you miss&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;•Day 22-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Something you’re proud of in the past few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;•&lt;strike&gt;Day 23- Something you crave for a lot&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;•Day 24- A letter to your parents&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;•&lt;strike&gt;Day 25- &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;What you think about your friends&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;•Day 26- Tell something about your day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;•Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;•Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;•Day 29-&lt;/span&gt;A picture of something that makes you happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;•Day 30- Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I'm excited to do this and I hope I make this to happen ASAP. Ha-ha! So dear readers and fellow bloggers, let's try this! It will be fun!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-2771424593162256072?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/2771424593162256072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=2771424593162256072' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2771424593162256072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2771424593162256072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/07/bloggers-30-day-challenge.html' title='A Blogger&apos;s 30-Day Challenge'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-4410260312433743722</id><published>2011-07-01T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T15:37:41.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><title type='text'>Paranoid-Friend-Battling-Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2752/4297514326_0fda573841_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2752/4297514326_0fda573841_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How are you today? Well it's raining outside and I'm still having my hiatus at this very moment. Well nothing seems to change with my day in day out routine and I think this somewhat boring but&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;comfortable or at least. I don't want to bother what to do tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, in fact it's easier to be this way. If I preoccupy myself pestering for tomorrow's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;errands then most likely I can not do anything for today. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My best friend has been calling me several days now. He talks about his&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;dreary feeling for his life abroad or should I say &lt;span&gt;goofy&lt;/span&gt; boredom abroad. He worries a lot about things that have not happened, his anticipation about it is really eccentric. He's paranoid actually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I told him to get a hobby or something that can take his mind off worrying about stuff and all. It's not healthy to feed your mind with&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;anxiety. It can draw your attention &lt;span&gt;aloof&lt;/span&gt; to what you have to do for a certain day; like appreciating things you have, making &amp;nbsp;the people you love and care happy, and most especially living life at its fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's recovering little by little (yay!), he reads the Bible and talk to God by praying. And I should say that it's a very good thing to do in times of getting stuck somewhere in the middle of nowhere. I find myself sometimes lost in&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;amidst too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, lost in uncertainty and &lt;span&gt;bewilderment. Giving yourself to Him is the best&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;course you can find to find your way out of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;obscurity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fear is the hardest thing to battle, but it's the best battle you would want to win over.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Give yourself to God and He'll do the rest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-4410260312433743722?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/4410260312433743722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=4410260312433743722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4410260312433743722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4410260312433743722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/07/paranoid-friend-battling-fear.html' title='Paranoid-Friend-Battling-Fear'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2752/4297514326_0fda573841_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-1787012749012346960</id><published>2011-06-28T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:12:53.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An Emotion Sickness'/><title type='text'>.Shi(f)ting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm in total madness because of this grand frustration of becoming someone I thought I should be rather than being great with what I should be doing best. &amp;nbsp;I'm dreaming outside the box, and I can't stop myself not to think about it. I feel like hitting the ground any moment if I don't resolve this freakin' sentiment that has been hitting my head these past few days. Believe me, reality really bites and I'm worrying ambitiously which what I told my friend the other day to avoid. It seems that I'm standing on the same ground like my friend, I want to deny this crazy truth but I just can't help myself. Yeah I know, something is really weird about me and I don't want to play cool about it 'cos it will not change anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not perfect and I should not worry about it, I do get bored easily especially when I can't see myself&amp;nbsp;reigning with sunshine. I always tell myself to be thankful with what I have since small things are great too, but it's just that frustration is killing my lala land and oh I think my mood is shifting now. Ha-ha. Did I say I'm weird? I'm cool with it--I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh for those who got lost, these are my frustrations:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Past the freakin' board exam this year to have my license to practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. To do best with photography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I wish someone would give me one professional camera as a gift. Canon or Sony! Boom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. I want a fantastic job this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Be in a serious relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Make this world a better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. To have the best sunshine in world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Be on the positive side, day in day out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. I want to have my own studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. To have a bigger room facing the sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11. Have a bottle of joy with my fabulous family and wonderful friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-1787012749012346960?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/1787012749012346960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=1787012749012346960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1787012749012346960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1787012749012346960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/06/shifting.html' title='.Shi(f)ting.'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-291544749954837598</id><published>2011-06-28T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T01:33:03.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem.'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/2942741511_11e61f026d_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/2942741511_11e61f026d_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have my soul and I just want you to know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I can just hold you then I will never let go&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so right, I feel just fine &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To have you by my side, I will not dare to look back&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to get stuck in a moment with you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me hold you just for tonight&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I will never go back home again&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to remember a time when you will say goodbye&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because this feeling will never shift no more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to remember that we'll be together forever&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not done with you, because this feeling will never falter&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot like love, something that will never change&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could just have one wish&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to need me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to love me more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to ask me to stay&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one can take your place&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you, and I will always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you feel the same? I hope you do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My heart's open and I hope you feel the same.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-291544749954837598?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/291544749954837598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=291544749954837598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/291544749954837598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/291544749954837598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/06/beautiful-mess.html' title='Beautiful Mess'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/2942741511_11e61f026d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-6826945625231923681</id><published>2011-06-19T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:56:32.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><title type='text'>Infatuated Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4759598637_5067e7914f_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4759598637_5067e7914f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I felt good and real nice to this wonderful girl I met last summer. She's nice, funny, and sweet. Her pretty face is an extra bonus for her nice personality and all. I thought I'm on the right track toward this great love, but I was wrong. I recently realized that I was just&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;inspired with an intense but short-lived admiration for her; no more, no less. I found out that she's nice and just okay to be a friend. Maybe it's because I have never felt that "&lt;span&gt;dainty&lt;/span&gt; feeling" since the time of yore, and she came just in time to make my sad heart happy even for a while. I thank her for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dated her once, and the second was nothing but a simple hangout that lasted I think 2 and half hours (so basically I dated her once &lt;i&gt;lang talaga&lt;/i&gt;). I don't know her much but it's a good thing that she has shared her small part of life story to me.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes once in a while, good people come once in a while. Nothing is permanent in this world &amp;nbsp;but for cliches. If a shower of spark will light your sad dark world, let it happen. Never let a moment to pass by. Most especially, if you want to be happy then live for the moment. Satisfy your heart's desire, and once you have what you want; make the most of it and make it last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When it rains, it does pour..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-6826945625231923681?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/6826945625231923681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=6826945625231923681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/6826945625231923681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/6826945625231923681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/06/infatuated-summer.html' title='Infatuated Summer'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4759598637_5067e7914f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-458753057069236290</id><published>2011-06-18T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T22:14:45.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>We're Official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGwGvmFGmOE/TfyEia7-G3I/AAAAAAAAAgY/4VYSWY38s4Y/s1600/DSCF4304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGwGvmFGmOE/TfyEia7-G3I/AAAAAAAAAgY/4VYSWY38s4Y/s400/DSCF4304.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam and I decided to do this photo shoot together but she didn't make it. So this is my first official photo shoot with my beautiful and supportive friend, Tina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SXY30bCSk6g/TfyFYg6UnPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/GQlfg0rx6zU/s1600/DSCF4309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SXY30bCSk6g/TfyFYg6UnPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/GQlfg0rx6zU/s320/DSCF4309.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How do you love candid? This turned me on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--F0zQ00u-xc/TfyFrn1zajI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3JwJ4vMgUSQ/s1600/DSCF4310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--F0zQ00u-xc/TfyFrn1zajI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3JwJ4vMgUSQ/s320/DSCF4310.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She knows what to do and I love her for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQCw2ZojZ5A/TfyGENKda6I/AAAAAAAAAgk/w5gJmwbZ9t4/s1600/DSCF4373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQCw2ZojZ5A/TfyGENKda6I/AAAAAAAAAgk/w5gJmwbZ9t4/s400/DSCF4373.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drjzUI5WsxQ/TfyGmUsPaVI/AAAAAAAAAgo/iW9RcULjYgk/s1600/DSCF4344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drjzUI5WsxQ/TfyGmUsPaVI/AAAAAAAAAgo/iW9RcULjYgk/s400/DSCF4344.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this! Vampire mode!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jesuNteB7E4/TfyHKVphcYI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VKP-PUxGQbI/s1600/DSCF4336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jesuNteB7E4/TfyHKVphcYI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VKP-PUxGQbI/s320/DSCF4336.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This reminds me of the Wednesday Addams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mId7O8YyMRM/TfyHhZBkRmI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Ql8VVdvDrBU/s1600/DSCF4370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mId7O8YyMRM/TfyHhZBkRmI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Ql8VVdvDrBU/s320/DSCF4370.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljaj16GWuMk/TfyIeaPcYzI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8SmGFn6-BZ0/s1600/DSCF4467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljaj16GWuMk/TfyIeaPcYzI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8SmGFn6-BZ0/s320/DSCF4467.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9shDi0SR0Bg/TfyJKqnvPKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dxAaUrN1f8g/s1600/DSCF4496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9shDi0SR0Bg/TfyJKqnvPKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dxAaUrN1f8g/s320/DSCF4496.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Moi and mi modelo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And yes! We're officially amateurs! yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-458753057069236290?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/458753057069236290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=458753057069236290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/458753057069236290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/458753057069236290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/06/were-official.html' title='We&apos;re Official!'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGwGvmFGmOE/TfyEia7-G3I/AAAAAAAAAgY/4VYSWY38s4Y/s72-c/DSCF4304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-6659784452681159438</id><published>2011-06-17T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T22:22:05.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that I like'/><title type='text'>Music of my...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zTh1N1raj7I/TcbVM88SnfI/AAAAAAAAFMo/XhdpcQJ5U8k/s400/Jimmy+Eat+World.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zTh1N1raj7I/TcbVM88SnfI/AAAAAAAAFMo/XhdpcQJ5U8k/s320/Jimmy+Eat+World.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="28" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0085_FUpics" width="25"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &amp;nbsp;23 by Jimmy Eat World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love this band! I'm loving it for years now. This song reminds me of someone from the past, like three years ago, I think. I don't know the names of &amp;nbsp;the members of this band (I don't bother knowing band members' names actually) but I love their music! They ain't bad after all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dishdaily.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/john-mayer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.dishdaily.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/john-mayer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="28" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HvUhaZ-Mxrs" width="25"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; Back To You by John Mayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This man rocks!!!! He's a pure talent and all! I listen to his music each time I'm on the road watching fleeting images and day dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zow0NKUTtjI/TELjMyCTzDI/AAAAAAAACYM/r6eDDdSYwg0/s1600/Switchfoot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zow0NKUTtjI/TELjMyCTzDI/AAAAAAAACYM/r6eDDdSYwg0/s320/Switchfoot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="28" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nsSR4VrmsRY" width="25"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &amp;nbsp;Dare You To Move by Switchfoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All time favorite band! Yeah! I think they have been to Manila, twice, but I wasn't able to see them play live! I'm one lame fan, am I not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andpop.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/unknown1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.andpop.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/unknown1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="28" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dzZQJZdcCU4" width="25"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; So Here We Are by Bloc Party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So Here We Are is my personal favorite. That's all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianworldwideweb.com/FW4C/fireflight/fireflight2007title.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.christianworldwideweb.com/FW4C/fireflight/fireflight2007title.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="28" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iqswdgN0zhk" width="25"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; Brand New Day by Fireflight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This band was introduced by my friend recently. I find their genre similar with Paramore and Flyleaf but I don't care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S27olb2BQ2k/TVw9HNL9NgI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ur8xQq_akZM/s1600/foo-fighters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S27olb2BQ2k/TVw9HNL9NgI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ur8xQq_akZM/s320/foo-fighters.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="28" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AH2az_j1pLU" width="25"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; But Honestly by Foo Fighters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some lines that I like about this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Don't take what I don't need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Give me back my peace of mind) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Don't say what I don't need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Give me back my precious time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No way you'll silence me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Give me back my peace and quiet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nowhere to hide from me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-6659784452681159438?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/6659784452681159438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=6659784452681159438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/6659784452681159438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/6659784452681159438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/06/music-of-my.html' title='Music of my...'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zTh1N1raj7I/TcbVM88SnfI/AAAAAAAAFMo/XhdpcQJ5U8k/s72-c/Jimmy+Eat+World.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-2952998821125791036</id><published>2011-06-12T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T00:15:28.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self awareness.'/><title type='text'>First Day High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4112/4987561993_57c6fc60f1_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4112/4987561993_57c6fc60f1_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First day in college? I remember it like it was yesterday. Actually it was 7 years ago when my college life started, I was &amp;nbsp;a bit &amp;nbsp; jittery and a bit&amp;nbsp;excited about my first day in college. Mixed emotions to be exact. So probably most of the freshmen now are going gaga for college life. Maybe some of them are restless, uneasy, &amp;nbsp; still posting on Facebook, and some are staying inside their dormitory or apartment dreaming and hoping that things will be okay when they wake up the next day.&amp;nbsp;So I will let you in on some tips I think are somewhat helpful since I've been to college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIP # 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wake up early, eat your breakfast, and most especially take a bath. Be 30 minutes ahead of your first schedule so you can find your first designated class room. Be punctual because it's a good practice when you start working. Don't sit in front because you would want to see yourself sitting alone in the first row. Believe me, most of the freshmen will sit at the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIP #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't bring too much stuff, or at least those that are not needed on the first day. First day begins with introductions, making friends, and whatnot. So don't bother to parade your new school supplies. Just bring one notebook, a pen or pencil, bottled water, snacks, and lunch money.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIP # 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't &amp;nbsp;be bothered about high school labels, you're a college student now and things will be different. Seriously, you can be the same person that you were in high school or be someone that you're least proud of. Tomorrow will be different, tomorrow will give you a chance to change and be the person that you want to be, the person that was kept bounded in high school. The real person in you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIP # 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wear not something glamorous, wear something plain and simple. Or at least wear something that is&amp;nbsp;appropriate&amp;nbsp;to the weather or season. You wouldn't want to drag attention, or if you want attention then go ahead and wear your winter coat in Africa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIP # 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never ever go to school fuming with alcohol, or else you'll be spending your first week of college under suspension or worse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here are some tips that I have for you, freshmen. I hope you all get to enjoy your college life and expect the unexpected!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheerio!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-2952998821125791036?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/2952998821125791036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=2952998821125791036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2952998821125791036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2952998821125791036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-day-high.html' title='First Day High'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4112/4987561993_57c6fc60f1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-1618558357503299949</id><published>2011-06-03T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:57:32.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a fact'/><title type='text'>86,400 Seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2800/4250730851_429146ec3f_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2800/4250730851_429146ec3f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Best things always happen when you're not looking for it. Some days can be more than a moment and some days are not worth remembering at all. Neither of us can make a perfect day, but we can make one moment in a day soar like a candy wrapper caught in an updraft. We just have to make the most of every breath we take in and out for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have 86,400 seconds in a day. Every second counts, every second can hurt us, every second can make us wait, every second can give hope, and every second can give us a new beginning. We have 86,400 seconds in a day, and you'll still have more if you will keep yourself&amp;nbsp;alive and make every second worth more than a thousand moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every chance is a divine gift, it's a divine intervention; it's a time to renew our hope and faith. Things don't happen &amp;nbsp;by accident, things happen because we let it to happen. If disappointments can make us a better person, then I won't give it for the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-1618558357503299949?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/1618558357503299949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=1618558357503299949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1618558357503299949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1618558357503299949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/06/86400-seconds.html' title='86,400 Seconds'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2800/4250730851_429146ec3f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-441233391873174498</id><published>2011-06-01T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:41:15.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Manual Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why hello there! It has been almost a month since my last blog, "writer's block" is an epic failure. So here it goes, I got my new&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.photographyblog.com/reviews/fujifilm_finepix_s1800_review/"&gt;camera&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 weeks ago and I'm having fun with it. Finally, my cameraphone will have its rest, it has a new owner actually. I sold my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_c901-review-401.php"&gt;Cybershot C901&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to a friend since I have my own camera now. Anyway, I had sleepless nights with my camera 'cos I want to learn how to operate it manually. I finally got connected (somehow) with it after doing some research on the internet. I'm such a "photographer wannabe".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As much as possible, I avoid using&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flash_(photography)"&gt;flash&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;when it comes to pictures. It has its pros and cons but I prefer not to &amp;nbsp;use flash because it usually burn-out and leave the background in total darkness-- I don't want that to happen with my pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were 3 things I learned after reading some articles and blogs about Manual Photography:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.completedigitalphotography.com/?p=188"&gt;ISO, Aperture, and Shutter Speed.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm still in learning process and I'm not giving up! Here are my sample pictures with my Manual Photography.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NgkHp6fXSjM/TeY9YLvrgKI/AAAAAAAAAew/eI-KO7aUSjc/s1600/DSCF3775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NgkHp6fXSjM/TeY9YLvrgKI/AAAAAAAAAew/eI-KO7aUSjc/s400/DSCF3775.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l82fz-HUvU4/TeY9nilJOfI/AAAAAAAAAe0/KiT9z8lYuNA/s1600/C.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l82fz-HUvU4/TeY9nilJOfI/AAAAAAAAAe0/KiT9z8lYuNA/s400/C.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWz-zLdnJ1o/TeY97ccV4uI/AAAAAAAAAe4/FlM9USj08xc/s1600/B.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWz-zLdnJ1o/TeY97ccV4uI/AAAAAAAAAe4/FlM9USj08xc/s400/B.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44qdawRi95U/TeY-l0o6u1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/3x6QLRe95eE/s1600/DSCF2268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44qdawRi95U/TeY-l0o6u1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/3x6QLRe95eE/s400/DSCF2268.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;For those who want to learn more about Manual Photography. Click&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.28fiap.com/archives/519.html"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-441233391873174498?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/441233391873174498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=441233391873174498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/441233391873174498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/441233391873174498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/06/manual-photography.html' title='Manual Photography'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NgkHp6fXSjM/TeY9YLvrgKI/AAAAAAAAAew/eI-KO7aUSjc/s72-c/DSCF3775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-3399745941845164244</id><published>2011-05-08T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:01:41.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self awareness.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a fact'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day.Facts.Trivia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-heRKeAb-1p4/TcYbMzLUOAI/AAAAAAAAAes/og3FYawm5Bs/s1600/156841_186117231398385_100000003286237_680837_2394285_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-heRKeAb-1p4/TcYbMzLUOAI/AAAAAAAAAes/og3FYawm5Bs/s320/156841_186117231398385_100000003286237_680837_2394285_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, I have no time to complain about the weather. I call this weather the "bed weather". No sign of the sun today and it gives me reason not to be busy for&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;awhile. Happy Mother's Day to all super moms out there! That's my mom, she's one in a million. She has 5 boys in her life, 5 boys who love her so much-- her children and her husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom does a lot of things for us, aside from cooking delicious meals everyday and doing household chores, loving her Family unconditionally &amp;nbsp;is what she does best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom and I talk a lot because I'm the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;loquacious one. Ha-ha! She talks a lot too you know. That's why we get a long well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;My mom's smart, witty, kind, understanding, and gives a lot when she has something to give. She's the youngest child of my late grandparents, but her siblings treat her like the eldest. She's tough, well all of my aunties and uncles are tough, but she's the toughest and &lt;i&gt;masungit. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;She's&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;straightforward but she knows what she means &lt;i&gt;naman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facts About Our Mothers, Mama, Mommy, Mom, Nanay, Ina, and the like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Republic of the Philippines celebrates Mother's Day every May 8 while Korea celebrates Parent's Day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mother's Day is celebrated on various months around the Globe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mother's Day is strongly associated with reverencing the Virgin Mary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Common usage in English language also dictates that the ostensibly singular possessive "Mother's Day" is the preferred spelling, although "Mothers' Day" (plural possessive) is not unheard of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;On April 9, 2003, Satyabhama Mahapatra, a&amp;nbsp;&lt;b class="sub"&gt;65-year-old&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;retired schoolteacher in India, became the world's oldest mother when she gave birth to a baby boy. Satyabhama and her husband had been married 50 years, but this is their first child. The baby was conceived through artificial insemination using eggs from the woman's 26-year-old niece, Veenarani Mahapatra, and the sperm of Veenarani's husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The youngest mother whose history is authenticated is Lina Medina, who delivered a 6½-pound boy by cesarean section in Lima, Peru in 1939, at an age of&amp;nbsp;&lt;b class="sub"&gt;5 years and 7 months.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The child was raised as her brother and only discovered that Lina was his mother when he was 10.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In the Bible, Eve is credited with being the 'Mother of All the Living.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A woman becomes pregnant most easily at the age of eighteen or nineteen, with little real change until the mid twenties. There is then a slow decline to age thirty-five, a sharper decline to age forty-five and a very rapid decline as the women nears menopause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Elvis Presley, was a mama's boy. He slept in the same bed with his mother, Gladys, until he reached puberty. Up until Elvis entered high school, she walked him back and forth to school every day and made him take along his own silverware so that he wouldn't catch germs from the other kids. Gladys forbade young Elvis from going swimming or doing anything that might put him in danger. The two of them also conversed in a strange baby talk that only they could understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A mother giraffe often gives birth while standing, so the new born's first experience outside the womb is a 1.8-meter (6-foot) drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Just like people, mother chimpanzees often develop lifelong relationships with their offspring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kittens are born both blind and deaf, but the vibration of their mother's purring is a physical signal that the kittens can feel - it acts like a homing device, signaling them to nurse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-3399745941845164244?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/3399745941845164244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=3399745941845164244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/3399745941845164244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/3399745941845164244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-dayfactstrivia.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day.Facts.Trivia.'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-heRKeAb-1p4/TcYbMzLUOAI/AAAAAAAAAes/og3FYawm5Bs/s72-c/156841_186117231398385_100000003286237_680837_2394285_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-4676692031068420213</id><published>2011-05-05T08:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T08:45:24.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that I like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self awareness.'/><title type='text'>To Whom It May Concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5299125733_ca256f5e4a_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5299125733_ca256f5e4a_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all have choices in life, but make sure you know how to take&amp;nbsp;responsibilities. You can be fat or thin, sexy and sexual, happy or sad, stupid or perverted, and whatever you wanted to be. You can wait for the right moment to come or move forward if you get tired of waiting/distress, you can dwell from the past and fear the future or do what you can today. We can do everything in life, nobody can hold us back but ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life, as we know it, is never flawless. One day we're filled with inspiration and ecstatic emotion then the next day we can be in misery business. Words and lyrics that we get from different minds and music that we put in our hearts and mind are not what you need to feel okay. What you need is to hold on to your Faith, believe that you can make it out alive, your situation may not be great today and you don't want that to happen at all. One day you will magically realize that there's a reason why you're down. Love yourself more than anyone can make you feel.&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to rant about your&amp;nbsp;situation, then follow your heart, do what you want to do. If you choose to cry on the ground or inside a pantry, then dry your eyes out. &lt;i&gt;But at the end of the day, you should always remember that life is in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;continual cycle. Every phase ends with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;alteration.&lt;/i&gt; What you feel now is ne'er permanent, but if you chose to keep it like what-- don't grumble and deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Run forward and move forward. Grace will come and clear your path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MjgQLEZ6vjY" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Feeling the moment slip away&lt;br /&gt;Losing direction, you're loosing faith&lt;br /&gt;You're wishing for someone,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling it all begin to slide&lt;br /&gt;Am I just like you?&lt;br /&gt;All the things you do - can't help myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when there's no sun?&lt;br /&gt;And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again?&lt;br /&gt;How will you feel when there's no one?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to face what you've become,&lt;br /&gt;Buried the ashes of someone&lt;br /&gt;Broken by the strain&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fill that space inside&lt;br /&gt;Am I just like you?&lt;br /&gt;All the things you do - can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when there's no sun?&lt;br /&gt;And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again?&lt;br /&gt;How will you feel when there's no one?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just like you?&lt;br /&gt;All the things you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever feel that you're alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you down, I'll never leave you dry&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall apart, don't let it go&lt;br /&gt;Carry the notion, carry the notion back to me, to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the moment slip away&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the moment slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when there's no sun?&lt;br /&gt;And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again?&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when there's no one?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-4676692031068420213?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/4676692031068420213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=4676692031068420213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4676692031068420213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4676692031068420213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='To Whom It May Concern'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5299125733_ca256f5e4a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-762592612723154144</id><published>2011-05-02T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:33:51.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that I like'/><title type='text'>My Stupid Mouth by John Mayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RrZgCDrTwZg" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have always loved this video. I can't find a nice music video for it on Youtube but I guess this video depicts what the song's trying to say, I guess. Well I hope you enjoy the song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My stupid mouth&lt;br /&gt;Has got me in trouble&lt;br /&gt;I said too much again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a date over dinner yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could see&lt;br /&gt;She was offended&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Well anyway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just dying for a subject change&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's another social casualty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score one more for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I forget?&lt;br /&gt;Mama said,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Think before speaking"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No filter in my head&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what's a boy to do&lt;br /&gt;I guess he better find one soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bit our lips&lt;br /&gt;She looked out the window&lt;br /&gt;Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper&lt;br /&gt;I played a quick game of chess with the salt and pepper shaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could see clearly&lt;br /&gt;An indelible line was drawn&lt;br /&gt;Between what was good&lt;br /&gt;What just slipped out and what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the way she feels about me has changed&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for playing, try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I forget?&lt;br /&gt;Mama said, "Think before speaking"&lt;br /&gt;No filter in my head&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what's a boy to do&lt;br /&gt;I guess he better find one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never speaking up again&lt;br /&gt;It only hurts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd rather be a mystery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than she desert me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm never speaking up again&lt;br /&gt;Starting now&lt;br /&gt;Starting now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing&lt;br /&gt;Why is it my fault?&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I try too hard&lt;br /&gt;But it's all because of this desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be liked&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be funny&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the jokes on me&lt;br /&gt;So call me captain backfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never speaking up again&lt;br /&gt;It only hurts me&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Than she desert me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm never speaking up again&lt;br /&gt;I'm never speaking up again&lt;br /&gt;I'm never speaking up again&lt;br /&gt;Starting now&lt;br /&gt;Starting now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4090/4950382405_d4b0e343ac_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4090/4950382405_d4b0e343ac_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a thought. You're the only I have in the world and if I let you go, I will be as good as a fog. You might think that I'm taking advantage of you since I know that you'd still be with me in the future. I sense that we are both&amp;nbsp;inseparable, I know that because I can feel it. Dear You, nothing can set us apart and I know you're the only one for me. I can settle down with other people but you and I will always collide everyday and forever. &amp;nbsp;Dear You, I know I get rough on you sometimes and still you never hold it against me, you're sincere and I love you for that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You always get the last word, you know everything about me and even if I tried to run away from you; I ended up embracing you, and I swear, you always hit the right spot, you're the best comfort zone in the world. Dear You, I'm doing good I guess. As a matter of fact, I prefer being with you tonight-- most especially at this moment. People can't really run backwards, but you make it possible every time that I'm clueless about my path and passing age. I admire you for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear You, you're the greatest creation of God. You're the greatest gift someone could ever have. You give meaning to life, and I'm not afraid of ephemeral time because as far as I know-- you make Time immortal. Dear You, let me thank you for being with me. I'm close to my first quarter of existence, and you're still here raising my spirit and desire. Dear You, you're the greatest Thought in the world. I'm still holding a string and still discovering, I can't do this alone so never ever leave my side-- I'll be insane, seriously. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-3169215917879459880?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/3169215917879459880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=3169215917879459880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/3169215917879459880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/3169215917879459880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-you.html' title='Dear You'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4090/4950382405_d4b0e343ac_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-6435373491985101709</id><published>2011-04-26T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:38:36.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about my day'/><title type='text'># 1 Fact You Should Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"(Moi) Hi! I'm VJ Ogot, (Din) and I'm VJ Dina, (Both of us) and you're watching MYX! (Dina) The number one music channel in the Philippines. (Moi) Your choice, (Din) your music! (Moi) MYX!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I have this not too crazy dream of becoming a Video Jockey, also know as VJ. Yes I want to be a host! Actually I have this girl friend, named Din, who wants to be a VJ too! We both want to be in that industry 'cos we love cam-whoring in front of the camera (we think it's really cool and fun), we did a lot of silly hosting on cam,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;de facto&lt;/i&gt;! We do it when we get bored, too happy, and sometimes out of the blue! There was this time when we tried doing it at the back of a tricycle going home to our apartment, we talked about our day and all, I think it was a 5-minute hosting act. Then when we got back home, Dina didn't record our act accidentally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dina and I want to have our own sitcom on T.V., we want to host a music channel 'cos we both love music, and we also want to host a show about our travel around the P.I. (Network's expense of course). It's fun to work while enjoying yourself at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About My Day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up at wrong side of the bed this morning, I alarmed my 2 phones actually but it didn't do any good. Both failed waking me up. So it was 9am and my breakfast wasn't ready to feed my hungry stomach. I ate as fast as I could. After my rushed breakfast this morning, &amp;nbsp;heavy traffic approached me on my way to school. My face was as red as a tomato because I rushed my way going to school &amp;nbsp;(because of rushing blood to be scientific) and summer's heat almost Kentucky fry me! I came like 20 minutes early, thank you Adrenaline!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here's about my day, what about yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-6435373491985101709?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/6435373491985101709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=6435373491985101709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/6435373491985101709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/6435373491985101709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/04/1-fact-you-should-know.html' title='# 1 Fact You Should Know'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-6583522189025840053</id><published>2011-04-23T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T17:36:08.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that I like'/><title type='text'>Marry Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ghZt2cILcCU" title="YouTube video player" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Forever can never be long enough for me&lt;br /&gt;To feel like I've had long enough with you&lt;br /&gt;Forget the world now we won't let them see&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing left to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the weight has lifted&lt;br /&gt;Love has surely shifted my way&lt;br /&gt;Marry Me&lt;br /&gt;Today and every day&lt;br /&gt;Marry Me&lt;br /&gt;If I ever get the nerve to say "Hello" in this cafe&lt;br /&gt;Say you will&lt;br /&gt;Mm-hmm&lt;br /&gt;Say you will&lt;br /&gt;Mm-hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together can never be close enough for me&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I am close enough to you&lt;br /&gt;You wear white and I'll wear out the words I love you&lt;br /&gt;And you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Now that the wait is over&lt;br /&gt;And love and has finally shown her my way&lt;br /&gt;Marry me&lt;br /&gt;Today and every day&lt;br /&gt;Marry me&lt;br /&gt;If I ever get the nerve to say "Hello" in this cafe&lt;br /&gt;Say you will&lt;br /&gt;Mm-hmm&lt;br /&gt;Say you will&lt;br /&gt;Mm-hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Happy by my side&lt;br /&gt;I promise to&lt;br /&gt;Sing to you&lt;br /&gt;When all the music dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And marry me&lt;br /&gt;Today and everyday&lt;br /&gt;Marry me&lt;br /&gt;If I ever get the nerve to say "Hello" in this cafe&lt;br /&gt;Say you will&lt;br /&gt;Mm-hmm&lt;br /&gt;Say you will&lt;br /&gt;Marry me&lt;br /&gt;Mm-hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Timing is everything. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-6583522189025840053?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/6583522189025840053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=6583522189025840053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/6583522189025840053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/6583522189025840053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/04/marry-me.html' title='Marry Me'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ghZt2cILcCU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-2553718502713719369</id><published>2011-04-23T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T02:26:04.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of the blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and dream'/><title type='text'>The Truth Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What if someone out there has been trying to get into our lives desperately that we take advantage of their &amp;nbsp;affection for us unknowingly? There are more than 7 billion souls living everyday and there's only soul perfectly fits &amp;nbsp;us. But it can be tragic, more cruel than fate, knowing that there's someone wants you in their world and &lt;span&gt;fall through&lt;/span&gt; them for not making it possible. How could someone love somebody so pure that they can give their every day just to express their love for someone who has no idea of their undying love and sometimes we &amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;reward&lt;/span&gt; them with false hopes through our false actions? I always ask this to myself, have I given enough love for every person who loves me? The answer is, I really don't know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;-ooOoo-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's nice to breathe knowing that we are loved everyday, that we are better as a person because of those people who love us &amp;nbsp;unconditionally. &lt;i&gt;We speak the word Love everyday, but sometimes words can't really describe the true meaning of it. It's more than words, more than a promise, more than a shine in the morning; &amp;nbsp; real love in unimaginable, it's the sweetest gift, &amp;nbsp;it's greater and bigger than our body and soul.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know how to give back the love someone is giving me. All I know is that I can love someone the way I know. I don't know if it's enough, I don't know if that's what someone loving me needs in return. But as long as I know how to share my joy to them &amp;nbsp;for the love and care they're are giving me, I guess it's enough (vice versa).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-ooOoo-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life has no assurance of perfection. We just can't have the best of both worlds. We can love someone with all our lives, but there's no&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;certainty that we can be loved back. We don't know when our hearts would give up, figuratively and literally speaking, it only suggests that we should never take things for granted, that we should not let fleeting moments pass by without giving our best shot for the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;-ooOoo-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You ever look at a picture of yourself, and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you? How many moments of other peoples life have we been in? Were we a part of someone's life when their dream came true or were we there when their dream died? Did we keep trying to get in? As if we were somehow destined to be there or did the shot take us by surprise?&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Just think, you could be a big part of someone else's life, and not even know it&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Lucas Scott of One Tree Hill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-2553718502713719369?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/2553718502713719369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=2553718502713719369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2553718502713719369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2553718502713719369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/04/truth-is.html' title='The Truth Is'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-2861467256130005674</id><published>2011-04-17T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:46:03.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer.Tips.About Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2465/3586496803_56935a5389_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2465/3586496803_56935a5389_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My week was not a "Whimsy Summer" to sum my 7 days this week. But finally, my review for Veterinary Licensure Exam started last Monday in University of the Philippines, Diliman. How I wish that I could lay in the sun and feel its warmth on my face, fly like everyone, and enjoy a good summer break. Unfortunately, I have to spend an 8-week review this summer and I hope it will be interesting, well it should be or else I'll end up where I don't want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Summer started weeks ago, I don't know when it started but I noticed that people on Facebook are posting lots of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;whining about the inflaming summer, some are posting about their summer trips, vacations and whatnot. As for me, I'm lucky to be in a place where I don't have to complain about summer's heat, for now. The &amp;nbsp;shady trees and creek in my place are giving me one cool place to enjoy the season.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't know how will I enjoy summer, all I know is that I should focus my attention reading lots of review materials. This is something that I have to do religiously 6 days a week for 8 weeks. To tell you honestly, summer has been like this ever since I started college, &amp;nbsp;seven consecutive summer actually. I'm used to it, and hopefully this will be the last time. *Wishful thinking*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tips To Enjoy Summer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get out of the house and get close to nature. Go to the beach and feel the sand on your feet and wind in your hair. Don't forget your sunblock, umbrellas or hats, and drink lots of fluid (water or fruit juice).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Show some skin and wear comfortable clothes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise because beautiful sunny days are not forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socialize&amp;nbsp;with your friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid watching too much television.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Limit yourself from the Cyberspace, be in the real world for a change.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For people who have more free time this summer, do a general cleaning in your house, most especially in your bedroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Join some extracurricular activities this summer to escape from boredom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read book to maintain a healthy mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend some quality time with your Family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a summer job to earn money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get closer to God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I don't know what I can do for fun this summer, well I will let it surprise me! How about you, how are you spending your summer? How does summer treat you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-2861467256130005674?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/2861467256130005674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=2861467256130005674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2861467256130005674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2861467256130005674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/04/summertipsabout-me.html' title='Summer.Tips.About Me.'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2465/3586496803_56935a5389_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-8395420915107757086</id><published>2011-04-07T11:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:24:22.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling the moment'/><title type='text'>La Bella Vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3575/3467431542_23cab4b5de_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3575/3467431542_23cab4b5de_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If you can't see the sign, wait for it. Stars will align someday soon, and when it comes, it will fit you perfectly. Life doesn't go the way we wanted it to be, but as long as our world doesn't stop spinning,&amp;nbsp;hence it's not the time for us to give up on something. What must happen will happen, it will be the beginning of everything we've wished for. No one in this world can bring us down but our own&amp;nbsp;frailty. Don't give up trying and smiling, help yourself to see that everything's going to be okay and Fate will take you back to where you really belong. We have nothing to lose as long as we do something, as long we know how to take Risk, and as long as we hope for the Betterment. And after one too many wishful thinking, everything will change around us in a Matter of Time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Never drag your feet down the Hopeless Swamp, nobody in the World wants you to do it. Everyday is a new day, maybe it's hard to break the way you feel but try to face the mirror and forget about yesterday. Try to change the way you feel and start to find your way out of the Shadow of the Past. Even if your life scores more lows than highs, if you're facing more ordeals than before, and even if you have more goodbyes than hellos; it's still amazing that you're still alive and &amp;nbsp;you have that precious Chance to face tomorrow, to breathe in and breathe out, and to be with the people you love the most. You'll get through the bad ones and have the good ones, just so you know-- many people in this world suffer more than you do today and wishing that they live longer. Some people want to go home, some people want be healed, and some people want to redeem their souls and have a second chance to&amp;nbsp;repent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You are beautiful, you are amazing, you're still breathing because this is a Beautiful Life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-8395420915107757086?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/8395420915107757086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=8395420915107757086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/8395420915107757086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/8395420915107757086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-bella-vita.html' title='La Bella Vita'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3575/3467431542_23cab4b5de_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-9208307776383626344</id><published>2011-04-01T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:17:48.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about my day'/><title type='text'>The Big G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hxw_Z0_dHM/TZSgjEZRgsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/QzfgMTVRlTY/s1600/IMG_0315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hxw_Z0_dHM/TZSgjEZRgsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/QzfgMTVRlTY/s320/IMG_0315.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Who would have guessed reading and writing would pay off? My day ended well today, I graduated &amp;nbsp;from college hours ago! Honestly, it was not that happy since my real batch graduated last year, but what I accomplished was huge! I mean my family and friends are happy for me and it's more than enough to tell that I did good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;From attending minor subjects to surgery classes and &amp;nbsp;thesis, everything has paid off! Graduation is sentimental for me, unlike my brothers who&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;preferred not to attend their Graduation Ceremony since they're okay having their diploma. I didn't get the chance to take a lot of photos today because people were everywhere!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I am no longer a student, and student discounts are no longer possible! Oh well! I wasn't able to have a picture with my crush because I was too shy to ask her, sad? Definitely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mSFzFBdIVuU/TZSm_GpKNpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NqGM6wwcqGs/s1600/IMG_0353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mSFzFBdIVuU/TZSm_GpKNpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NqGM6wwcqGs/s320/IMG_0353.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look how happy I am!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2aKS0DXCNOw/TZSoAoAC2EI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6hYEEXfcr7w/s1600/IMG_0326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2aKS0DXCNOw/TZSoAoAC2EI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6hYEEXfcr7w/s320/IMG_0326.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;This is Me-an, I have a huge crush on her. She's smart, witty, pretty and kind. We don't have a picture together but at least I have a picture of her!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;My mind is not working with me tonight, I'm out of words. Ha-ha! So I guess this is goodbye.. for now! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-9208307776383626344?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/9208307776383626344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=9208307776383626344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/9208307776383626344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/9208307776383626344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/04/big-g.html' title='The Big G'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hxw_Z0_dHM/TZSgjEZRgsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/QzfgMTVRlTY/s72-c/IMG_0315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-8656774397752860955</id><published>2011-03-31T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:38:21.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self awareness.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hopeful.'/><title type='text'>Hope A Little Harder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4548826250_7f44a9d4fb_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4548826250_7f44a9d4fb_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to share you this short message from a&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you believe that there are no accidents in life? Everything happens for a reason. Every people we meet will have a role in our lives, be it small or big. Some will hurt, betray &amp;amp; make us cry to become stronger. Some will teach us to realize our mistakes and to help us grow and make us a better person we can be. And some would simply make us happy, whole and complete.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All we are now is everything that is right for us. What we are now is what we should be in the first place; what we must be in order to be greater the next moment we get in on life's misery and when we start to&amp;nbsp;doubt life with its mishaps and misfortunes. Unfavorable moments can make us feel hopeless of becoming the person we want to be. Every mischance is&amp;nbsp;actually a moment of chase, a moment to pursue what our heart's desire; a time to realize that we should go and love life to its fullest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope for the Moment, Hope A Little Harder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-8656774397752860955?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/8656774397752860955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=8656774397752860955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/8656774397752860955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/8656774397752860955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/03/hope-little-harder.html' title='Hope A Little Harder'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4548826250_7f44a9d4fb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-4593366122768098651</id><published>2011-03-29T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:39:57.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about my day'/><title type='text'>Hurrah  For Me-- Just A Short Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VI9co0g4cqw/TZC2ebg30qI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9UmjlUToXhw/s1600/196305_1724508745107_1010025192_31516425_4215517_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VI9co0g4cqw/TZC2ebg30qI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9UmjlUToXhw/s320/196305_1724508745107_1010025192_31516425_4215517_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been more than a week since the last time I blogged. So everything is going smoothly as it should be, I'm about to graduate this Thursday and I'm happy about it. After 6 years plus 1 year extension of academic suicide, I am about to kiss goodbye to my life as a college student-- thank God! College has been good to me, one good reason to say that I've made it without killing my professors or putting them under a curse and whatnot. It's sad that my grandparents are not here to celebrate with me for my accomplishment, but I know they're proud of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So about the picture, it was taken last Saturday by a friend. Our friend, Mayei, went back here in the P.I. after she migrated with her family in the States 7 years ago. She will have her vacation here until May 4 and it's enough for us to spend some quality time with her. It's nice spending a night with old friends, well all of them are my high school friends. I wasn't able to mingle with all of them since I got stuck between Mayei and Camille, and it's hard to move out my place since there's this fence behind me. But oh well, at least I managed to mingle and laugh even for like 3 hours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okbyethanx! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-4593366122768098651?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/4593366122768098651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=4593366122768098651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4593366122768098651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4593366122768098651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/03/hurrah-for-me-just-short-update.html' title='Hurrah  For Me-- Just A Short Update'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VI9co0g4cqw/TZC2ebg30qI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9UmjlUToXhw/s72-c/196305_1724508745107_1010025192_31516425_4215517_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-1074227026205084178</id><published>2011-03-21T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:28:40.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extraordinary Friends'/><title type='text'>Previously on Extra Ordinary People: Rebelasyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually wala naman talagang dapat ikwento tungkol sa mga kaibigan ko. December last year pa kami nagkasama-sama, matagal na din-- talagang matagal na kasi March na. Si Camille Glodoviza na nga lang yung lagi kong nakakasama at nakakausap eh. Si Tina ayun, busy sa work at busy sa pag-aalaga ng kanyang lola. Si Irwin nasa abroad pa din, dun na yun tatanda ha-ha! May problema yun eh, kaya tanungin nyo sya kung gusto nyong malaman kung ano ang kanyang suliranin sa panahong ito. Si Charese naman tumawag kahapon sa akin para magpa-groom ng aso nya, basta kapag usaping aso ako ang naalala nya, sa ganung sitwasyon lang talaga kasi busy din sya. Lahat sila busy, sila na!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mga Rebelasyon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kamakailan lang eh nakita ni Tina ang kanyang ekis. Syempre nakwento nya sa akin, ayun nakita nya at wala syang nagawa kasi may kasamang ibang babae eh. Na-hurt kaya sya? Tanungin nyo din sya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nag-emote sa akin si Charese before. She wanted to die, kasi hirap na hirap na daw sya. Ayaw namang sabihin kung bakit? Malay ko bang hirap na sya sa pag-taas ng gasolina or pagmahal ng Hair Rebond? Ewan ko dun ayaw nya mag share, naglabas pa sya ng sama ng loob! Peace Charese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si Irwin, may problema! Huwaaaat! Yeah you read it right. May kinalaman to sa career nya-- wala na kaming sponsor! Ha-ha! Joke lang. Di din sya makakauwi this year, parang last year. He told me na hindi sya makakauwi pero nakauwi din sya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si Betcha, wala akong balita kay Betcha! Panay "Like" lang sya sa mga posts ko sa Facebook. Pero nakaka-touch pa din yun ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pupunta si Camille dito sa bahay bukas, feeling ko naka uniform sya kahit bakasyon na sya. Para yun makakulimbat ng allowance nya! Ha-ha! Sumbong ko kaya sya sa Mommy nya?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-1074227026205084178?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/1074227026205084178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=1074227026205084178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1074227026205084178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1074227026205084178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/03/previously-on-extra-ordinary-people.html' title='Previously on Extra Ordinary People: Rebelasyon'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-941517748136438173</id><published>2011-03-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:10:23.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a fact'/><title type='text'>I Want To</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WANT TO...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... know how to read minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... to sing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... learn how to play a music instrument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... cook and feed the hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... make sad people happy as a pig in sh*t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... heal people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... have incredible powers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... do 25 great things before I reach the 1st quarter of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... be a photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... a licensed veterinarian by this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... be on top of a high place and view the city lights with someone special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... be perfect like a thousand times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... take all the money in the world and share it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... wish for more strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... make someone to catch me when I fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... make the world a better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... plant trees all over the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... quit smoking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... hit someone's face and get away with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... have a great home and family someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... be half vampire and half werewolf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... date Veronica Callanta and make her think and feel that I'm awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... have stars on my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... wish on a wishing star.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... see the City of Atlantis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... know Peter Pan's happy thoughts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... scream at the top of my voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... give someone a reason to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... avoid the same mistakes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... be a disc jockey or a video jockey!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... have my own show with Dina someday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... travel the world without spending anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-941517748136438173?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/941517748136438173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=941517748136438173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/941517748136438173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/941517748136438173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want-to.html' title='I Want To'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-3491994945805268128</id><published>2011-03-17T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:20:04.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about my day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling the moment'/><title type='text'>Retreat to Salikneta Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IA_g77Jug5c/TYGd9lrUFfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/t5IxgCyZh6c/s1600/DSC07522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IA_g77Jug5c/TYGd9lrUFfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/t5IxgCyZh6c/s320/DSC07522.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am happy because the turnout was blissful and life altering. I am glad that I didn't hesitate to come for our over night Recollection in Salikneta Farm yesterday. As usual, I was the early bird that morning since we should be at the meeting place by 6 in the morning, others came after the expected time. Our bus left the school at 7am with one student, I think, who didn't make it and left behind by the drive's bus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We got there before, I think, or past 9 in the morning. The farm changed a lot, and it's really good! Each 6 people stayed in a mini hut, it was comfy and nice. I stayed with a friend, the name's &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1945459115385&amp;amp;set=a.1945454275264.118365.1209741520&amp;amp;theater"&gt;Oston&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;together with 3 people from Food Technology Department. Foods were great and the weather's cooperative. It's sunny and windy, and the green trees and grass made everything there alive-- especially the horses roaming around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The speaker, Sir Fajardo was hilarious and kind. We did a lot of activities with him. We also talked about the "Unconditional Love of God" for us since it was the objective after all. We all never had a chance to keep cellphones, cameras, iPods, and even watches just to keep our focus with the Recollection. It's a good thing though since we really had time to relax and reflect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most fun thing I experienced was that, I made few new nice acquaintances there with other Departments. All of them were really nice and they smile and laugh a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Tbgh5fvwqwM/TYGgVKGEU1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/qbHY2W-zVs0/s1600/Me-an.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Tbgh5fvwqwM/TYGgVKGEU1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/qbHY2W-zVs0/s320/Me-an.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The pretty lady from left is &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=713045388"&gt;Me-an Duran&lt;/a&gt;-- I have a huge crush on her! She's smart, cheerful, and witty. I find her really really attractive, especially when she talks to me. Her voice is magic! ha-ha! I actually lost my guts (not totally me) to ask her to have a picture with me before we leave the place this morning. Damn I'm &lt;i&gt;torpe &lt;/i&gt;(dork)! Anyway, before this month ends I'll have a picture with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My 2-day Retreat was really awesome. The adrenaline rush took the best of me and made me hyperactive to greet everyone there with a smile. I made people laughed there with my "humor" and it's crazy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;More pictures&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?fbid=1945454275264&amp;amp;id=1209741520&amp;amp;aid=118365"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;That if we're friends on Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes I reactivated my account, for a while.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-3491994945805268128?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/3491994945805268128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=3491994945805268128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/3491994945805268128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/3491994945805268128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/03/retreat-to-salikneta-farm.html' title='Retreat to Salikneta Farm'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IA_g77Jug5c/TYGd9lrUFfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/t5IxgCyZh6c/s72-c/DSC07522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-2913348999013575159</id><published>2011-03-16T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T01:07:01.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;m not going to review for awhile tonight since I have to wake up really early, like 4am just to prepare for a Retreat before I graduate. I somehow miss Facebook, not that much but I still miss reading posts from people I know. I feel disconnected with the World now that my Facebook's deactivated. I have no friends going online on Multiply 'cos obviously they're on Facebook. Boo for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; am religiously reading my books every night at 11pm. It's funny though because it gave me a habit to do every thing before 11pm, it's like I go to school or work when the clock hits 11 o'clock. But at this moment, I decided not to review since my momentum is not in its proper level to do reading tonight. So here I am, blogging as usual.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ur Internet Router is not working properly with the desktop in the living room, but its wi-fi connection is doing good with this laptop that I'm using now. I guess it worn-out since it has been serving our family for more than 3 years, without turning it off. I asked my &lt;i&gt;kuya (&lt;/i&gt;older brother) how much it is 'cos I want to replace it with a new one, but my &lt;i&gt;kuya &lt;/i&gt;insisted that he'll buy us a new one, a more expensive one since it lasts longer. So I dunno to him. I just go with the flow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;M&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;i&gt;kuya &lt;/i&gt;told me to sell my phone because he is planning to buy me a new one. I don't know about it since I love my phone because it is serving me well until now and ,most especially, it has an amazing camera that I've been using with my photography for more than a year now. I'm not that sure if I'll get a better camera with what my &lt;i&gt;kuya &lt;/i&gt;will give me. I will look into it and will give you an update!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;wish &amp;nbsp;to do great when I take my board exam, I wish to have a great 2-day retreat away from home, and I wish to have a wonderful replacement for my phone this month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to hit the hay now, good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-2913348999013575159?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/2913348999013575159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=2913348999013575159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2913348999013575159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2913348999013575159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/03/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful Thinking'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-7036481220637008410</id><published>2011-03-11T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T02:38:36.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><title type='text'>A Matter of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3496/3176282699_17aab8629a_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3496/3176282699_17aab8629a_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ogotbenedicto.multiply.com/journal/item/134/A_Matter_of_Time"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="itemboxsub" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle" style="padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ogotbenedicto.multiply.com/journal/item/134/A_Matter_of_Time" rel="bookmark" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;a matter of time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itemshadow"&gt;&lt;div class="itembox" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; position: relative; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;div author="ogotbenedicto" author_possessive="ogotbenedicto's" class="bodytext" id="item_body" is_pmrepliable="1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm one of those people you see every now and then, with a common thought and personality. I am nothing but a man of dreams and reality. I know nothing about you, but I know myself fully well. I have thoughts that struggle, a heart that goes fragile when weak, and a soul that gets off track. I am delusional and it keeps me sane in my own private world. I laugh when I'm funny, I go crazy when I'm in turmoil. I get displaced when I'm lost. I am a common man, nothing special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am in love with every role I play day in day out. So in love that I can do it over again. I see nothing but the mystery of life. I feel nothing but the spirit of wonders. I talk only to people who know how to mingle, and people who know how to create a good mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Things happen naturally and Behavior tags most of the time. Worries don't come by itself, it goes with  Reason. A blue sky for a blue soul, it's not unusual. It's a true crime for taking life seriously and avoiding the greatness of contentment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life is conundrum itself. Every cliche, every magic, and every song you sing--- it takes a lot of understanding and affection. Life is a deal, it's risk that we should never take for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;We shouldn't talk about the hard place, we should share it so people can feel our sincerity. We should not go back to who we were light years away, because it can leave us half dead inside our heads.  We eat, digest and the rest is history. The moment it's done, it's done. There's no turning back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;There's nothing we can do when it's over, but reflection can cure our insecurities. We can fall in line to the sun and give the way to the darkness of the night. We can hope even if it goes around the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;There's always another day, and we all can be okay. It's matter of time-- so hold on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-7036481220637008410?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/7036481220637008410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=7036481220637008410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/7036481220637008410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/7036481220637008410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/03/matter-of-time.html' title='A Matter of Time'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3496/3176282699_17aab8629a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-1462006857197864375</id><published>2011-03-11T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T01:03:57.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><title type='text'>Deactivated.Review.Natural High.Great Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been so long since the last time I blogged. I've been busy like that! But tonight, I'm going to let you in on a little secret, I deactivated my Facebook account and I think this is the second week since the day I cancelled my Facebook account. Well I have plans bringing it back when I'm done with what I'm doing these days. I should have done that &amp;nbsp;after I blogged about &lt;a href="http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-promised.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. And yes, I failed myself and it's lame. But now, I am more serious than before. I am seriously over Facebook! Whoopee! I am no longer human! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm doing okay if you want to how am I doing these days. I'm a bit thrilled and happy for my graduation on April! Hurray for me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do my review every 11pm to 2-3 in the morning. I'm doing good about it (I guess?) and I hope I'll do good on the day that I'll take Veterinary Licensure Exam this August. Why do I study late? It is because I stay awake that late every night because I can't sleep, so I took it as an advantage to keep my night sickness "productive". &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Truth Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have this wonderful friend that I met last semester. She's kind and witty. She keeps me sane and comfortable. If my heart tells me to love her more than a friend, then probably I would. But no, I only see her as a friend--- a good one. And I am happy to have her in my life, I hope I make her feel the same thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss to love someone more than a friend, it's one great love that I've been missing for so long. I was in a relationship in February 2008. And until today, I am single but I don't think I'm available and ready to change my status for being single for more than 3 years and still counting. Maybe that's the reason why I'm still single.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to be in a natural high and feel the good old ecstasy flowing in my system. Yes I'm okay, but my every day is not always sunny. Of course I have &amp;nbsp;dim&amp;nbsp;moments too-- I don't live in Lala Land. And for the record, no one in the World is ecstatic all the time. If there's someone like that, I guess s/he is from Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And So About What I Said&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really I hope that everything that I do for the Board Exam will pay off nicely this year. It's one thing that I've been dreaming, praying, and hoping to happen this year. So help me God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And oh! my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ogotbenedicto.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply account&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is active again, you can reach me there or&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ogotbenedicti.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-1462006857197864375?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/1462006857197864375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=1462006857197864375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1462006857197864375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1462006857197864375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/03/deactivatedreviewnatural-highgreat-love.html' title='Deactivated.Review.Natural High.Great Love.'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-5752982685085239514</id><published>2011-03-03T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:40:46.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An Emotion Sickness'/><title type='text'>Self-defined</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/3048636533_81dcb51757_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/3048636533_81dcb51757_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is about creating yourself. It's what you do that defines you. Love affairs can fall over and over again, and in every&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;cliche that you learn to love along the way makes it easy for us to breathe the air that is so rare, we fall in love with its wonder that's so full and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;pleasant for our heart, body, and soul to &lt;span&gt;muse&lt;/span&gt;. Life doesn't define us, it is us that define the true meaning of life. Life is not about surviving, life is about understanding it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;No one knows exactly how we feel, otherwise you need to hope that the metaphor that you want to &lt;span&gt;apprehend&lt;/span&gt; would reach the desire your heart yearns for. We always have the chance to grow, to give time for ourselves to create a perfect moment to take in. A moment that will make our hearts do its best in time of &amp;nbsp;distraction and confusion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Running away doesn't mean your weak nor make you defeated. Sometimes being away from the people you care can give you a space to make the most of what you think is absolute zero. Being away from the people you care can give you time to grow up, because it's your job to understand why things happen. Nothing is easy, everything happens for a reason and we shouldn't blame anyone for anything-- it will not change nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life may keep you stumble in circles, but you always have a choice. There are lots of rhetorical questions wandering on your mind, and we all know that in every question we throw-- we always know the answer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-5752982685085239514?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/5752982685085239514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=5752982685085239514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/5752982685085239514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/5752982685085239514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/03/self-defined.html' title='Self-defined'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/3048636533_81dcb51757_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-7549340388807624034</id><published>2011-03-02T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:53:14.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about my day'/><title type='text'>Office Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BMq0i8k4jew/TW39nlL60bI/AAAAAAAAAd0/kmtTuyCwwVw/s1600/Blog+pic+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BMq0i8k4jew/TW39nlL60bI/AAAAAAAAAd0/kmtTuyCwwVw/s320/Blog+pic+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;At exactly 11:51AM yesterday, my friend told me via SMS "OGOT, GAME NA!" So I rushed in to see her, it took 40 minutes or more to meet her at Trinoma's department store. Dina asked me to help her look for some clothes she was asked to do that day. It was a bit tiring to walk around, but I enjoyed it even if it worn my feet again from a never ending walk around Men's Wear section. Dina wasn't supposed to leave her office without permission from her boss, but since her boss was absent; Dina decided to do her task without her boss'&amp;nbsp;consent. As what Dina's boss told her--- Dina lost her command! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I spent most of my day with Dina. And Dina spent her office hours with me, we&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;loitered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;along in the sunshine, had fun eating and talking about stuff -- especially Dina's &lt;span&gt;trouble,&lt;/span&gt; the next day, with her boss. I don't know what happened today with Dina. I hope she's okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Lo5N5cptFRM/TW4CScpGcxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qm6-LjVe7GU/s1600/Blog+pic+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Lo5N5cptFRM/TW4CScpGcxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qm6-LjVe7GU/s320/Blog+pic+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We had our dinner at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmotourist.com/travel/d/i/2555725/t/quezon-city/slice-and-dice-steak-house/"&gt;Slice N' Dice&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in AliMall Ground Floor, Araneta Cubao, Quezon City. Dina dined there once with her mom before leaving for Bicol last Monday. So she asked me to have our dinner there since she finds that's restaurant okay! And she was right, the food there was okay! Of course, Dina treated me again! Oh yeah I'm a free loader. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something &amp;nbsp;To Remember:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Because Dina was worried because of her boss. Her phone's battery almost got drained because of calls and SMS from her boss. Dina and I looked for a place where we can recharge her phone's battery, luckily we found a place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And because my favorite TV series starts at 9pm. I rushed myself to get home before it starts! LOL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-7549340388807624034?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/7549340388807624034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=7549340388807624034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/7549340388807624034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/7549340388807624034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/03/office-hours.html' title='Office Hours'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BMq0i8k4jew/TW39nlL60bI/AAAAAAAAAd0/kmtTuyCwwVw/s72-c/Blog+pic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-2909188677625547564</id><published>2011-02-25T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T23:27:29.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem. Out of Nothing.'/><title type='text'>Pagsigaw ng Pagsinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3428/3276810016_63bbab35aa_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3428/3276810016_63bbab35aa_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isang hiling na mula sa hangganang aking nais marating&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isang ambisyong galing sa mga bituing walang tigil sa pagkinang&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ako'y sabik sa pagbabalik ng pagkakataon&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mga oras na nais muling makamtan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wag ka ng magdalawang isip, sana ika'y aking muling masilayan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Huwag mo sanang bigyang bahid ang aking hiling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pwede bang tayo'y maglapit at bigyang halaga ang isa't isa?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pangarap kong ako ay iyong isipin sa tuwing ikaw ay nag-iisa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Simula ng ikaw ay mawala sa aking mundo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ako'y nawalan ng dahilan para umasa sa kinabukasan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ang damdamin aking pilit kinukublihan ng tuwa at ngiti&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ay pilit nagpupumiglas upang ikaw ay muling marating at makapiling &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ang pusot't isipan ko'y pilit kumakawala patungo sa iyo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nais kitang mahagkan, kahit alam kong tapos na ang lahat sa atin&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ang mundo ko'y di mapalagay sa pag-alis ng iyong liwanag&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sa bawat sandaling ako'y natutulog sa ilalim ng mga tala't buwan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ako ay nagnanais na sana'y di na magising pang muli&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kung wala ka rin lang sa aking piling sa oras na ako'y magising &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lumalim na ang sugat na dulot ng iyong paglisan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At sadyang pilit akong sinasanay ng katotohang ikaw ay di na babalik pa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isang kahapong hindi ko nais kalimutan mapagkailaman&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ngayong gabi ako'y nakatingin sa kawalan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Patanong-tanong kung kailan kaya tayo muli magkakasama&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gustuhin ko mang umasa, subalit ngayon ako'y biglang nagkamalay&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ang inaasam kong masayang ngiti ay sadyang di ko na makukuha sayo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ang pag-ibig mo'y di kailanman mapapasaakin ng buong-buo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kung nasaan ka man ngayon, sana'y maisip mo din&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na may isang ako na nangarap maangkin ang iyong pagmamahal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-2909188677625547564?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/2909188677625547564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=2909188677625547564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2909188677625547564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/2909188677625547564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/02/pagsigaw-ng-pagsinta.html' title='Pagsigaw ng Pagsinta'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3428/3276810016_63bbab35aa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-5497022029551330808</id><published>2011-02-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T23:59:43.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>For The Nth Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XThuLcbxY2M/TWZ7QXnsrTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/v5HawrfbhNA/s1600/Camille+Summer+Set+Pic+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XThuLcbxY2M/TWZ7QXnsrTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/v5HawrfbhNA/s320/Camille+Summer+Set+Pic+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I know some of you have seen pictures of my good old friend, Camille. And you're right. This blog is all about her, her signature pose together with the sun. I actually thought that we'll not go through with this because we had a hard time doing it because of minor disagreements and some silly stuffs. It took us like 15 minutes before getting the right shots! That first picture is my favorite of all! It gives me the billboard photo feeling ha-ha! It's like she's advertising clothes and stuffs! That's how I imagine that picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHBE3iO2FRs/TWZ89iJ19GI/AAAAAAAAAds/Qo9uM5x2oic/s1600/Camille+Summer+Set.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHBE3iO2FRs/TWZ89iJ19GI/AAAAAAAAAds/Qo9uM5x2oic/s320/Camille+Summer+Set.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I love this shot. Actually this is like the first time I go for colored pictures with her since we do black and white photos most of the time, in my room. So we had this taken in my house's backyard for a change and to get closer to the sun. Her new polished nails were real nice, together with her white top. Well actually she prepared all of her clothes and she also did her make up and hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TOd7zQFxLqY/TWZ-9Ce_BtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Wy40FyKg8nA/s1600/DSC06911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TOd7zQFxLqY/TWZ-9Ce_BtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Wy40FyKg8nA/s320/DSC06911.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually used&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2010/12/high-dynamic-range-picture.html"&gt;HDR&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;here. It gave me a nice result, I think. If you want to know what camera I use for all of my pictures-- it's my good old trusty camera phone. I don't have a good camera because it's too expensive. I'm pooooor! I wish my father would give me one as a gift after my graduation this April. Wishful thinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-5497022029551330808?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/5497022029551330808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=5497022029551330808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/5497022029551330808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/5497022029551330808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-nth-time.html' title='For The Nth Time'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XThuLcbxY2M/TWZ7QXnsrTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/v5HawrfbhNA/s72-c/Camille+Summer+Set+Pic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-6461775203658205709</id><published>2011-02-24T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T00:33:25.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about my day'/><title type='text'>Food Trip in Diliman with Dina O.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jzsFB_0W3go/TWZw3fPmMrI/AAAAAAAAAdY/wcALNfwzqTQ/s1600/Blog+Pic+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jzsFB_0W3go/TWZw3fPmMrI/AAAAAAAAAdY/wcALNfwzqTQ/s320/Blog+Pic+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And when the moment stopped, I ended up smiling-- it's a nice day after all! My day ended well today, and I realized that Life depends on how you live in every step you take, it's how you breathe in every moment you choose to live with, it's about how you make yourself happy with all the great possibilities that are obviously waiting for you to take. Happiness depends on you, and you shouldn't miss it for the world." -&lt;/i&gt;Moment of Soliloquy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;These were the words I posted on Facebook last night after a wonderful day with a friend. I was too tired to blog about my great day last night so this is a delayed post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Dina and I went out together to have dinner in an eat-all-you-can buffet somewhere in Diliman, Quezon City, Philippines. We're supposed to have dinner with another friend of ours but she didn't make it. Dina has been telling me this &lt;i&gt;Carideria Buffet&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;along V. Luna Avenue in Quezon City. And because she's too happy and all that day for a reason, she treated me big time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwU6PsYMkoU/TWZz5jlfdLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/WoYxekyRyCI/s1600/Blog+Pic+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwU6PsYMkoU/TWZz5jlfdLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/WoYxekyRyCI/s320/Blog+Pic+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;The ambiance was good. The set-up was the same with other eat-all-you-can buffets; foods are exposed for your eyes to feast and for your hungry tummy to digest. Believe me, there are lots of foods to feast on for only &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;111Php! Unlimited drinks cost about 40Php.The prices were a-okay if you haven't eaten for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DasuDVd96YI/TWZ1dJhJMiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/T80ww01b9-8/s1600/DSC06814.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DasuDVd96YI/TWZ1dJhJMiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/T80ww01b9-8/s320/DSC06814.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;That's Dina! We're friends for like 7 years and counting! I haven't seen her for almost a year, that's why I missed her! She's a good friend of mine in college. She has this great humor in her that I adore so much! We talked about her work and stuffs while eating. She hasn't changed a bit, well maybe she did change but she's still Dina. Dina. Dina. Dina.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3EbCkW77B-o/TWZ2gQ0IioI/AAAAAAAAAdk/5cXaJIXqSTo/s1600/DSC06822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3EbCkW77B-o/TWZ2gQ0IioI/AAAAAAAAAdk/5cXaJIXqSTo/s320/DSC06822.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So after the great dinner, Dina and I went to University of the Philippines, Diliman to eat the famous&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Isaw&amp;nbsp;Barbecue&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(Chicken's Intestine) of U.P. Diliman. We didn't eat a lot of it since we're both full and 2 girls were like looking at us from head to foot. Perhaps they didn't do in intentionally but it was somewhat disturbing. Those mean girls! We walked our night out together, talked about things in a funny way ha-ha. Our feet got tired of walking, well we always walk when we feel like walking. Dina had to go home early because she has some paperwork to do at home. And it's fine because I was tired too. We went home separately, in opposite directions. I had a great time!! Oh sorry for that blurred picture!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-6461775203658205709?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/6461775203658205709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=6461775203658205709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/6461775203658205709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/6461775203658205709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/02/food-trip-in-diliman-with-dina-o.html' title='Food Trip in Diliman with Dina O.'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jzsFB_0W3go/TWZw3fPmMrI/AAAAAAAAAdY/wcALNfwzqTQ/s72-c/Blog+Pic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-4273209875635739933</id><published>2011-02-18T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T02:15:47.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>All About Love: I Love You And You're Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/5450481714_18efd8fbdc_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/5450481714_18efd8fbdc_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love does move in mysterious ways. It can make you happy, feel sad, drown in rhetoric, be bothered, caught in between the middle, feel proud, put your hands in the air, &amp;nbsp;and even make you do all the crazy things in the world. And most definitely, love can make you say a thousand reason why you love someone and how real your love is. &amp;nbsp;Love has always been the greatest feeling in the world, it can give you a reason to wake up each day to feel the sun on your face and to smile with your heart. Love brings out the best in us, and even the worse in us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a great&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;tete-a-tete with a lovely friend tonight. She wants to know if she's being loved back by someone she loves deeply. She actually made the first move by telling the guy about her affection, and I know it took her a lot of guts to confess but she did it anyway. They're actually dating, together with a friend or two, they talk a lot, they see each other in school, they do sweet talk that normal lovers do. But, she's still clueless and waiting. She hopes that everything will be worth it in time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;She's happy and in &lt;span&gt;bewilderment&lt;/span&gt;. Happy because she's with her special someone. She's confused because she doesn't know if the guy feels the same way for her. Most likely the guy feels the same way, but maybe it's not the kind of love that my friend has for him. Or probably, he's not really that ready to be in relationship, for now. And maybe, he worries that he can't give back the love that my friend's expecting from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;As for me, as long as I know I'm happy with someone I love, as long as we get along just fine together, and as long as I'm with the person that I'm in love with; I'm good. And in time, if fate calls for me to give up on her, to let her go, and go on with my life without her in the picture, I'll let her go even if it will hurt me like hell. Because I know to myself that I've loved her with all my heart, and I did everything that I can do for her to love me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Love is never boastful, it's never proud nor selfish and vain. Love's not all about who gives more and who gives less. Love has no gauge. Love has no basis. Love has no assurance of happy endings. Great love will come our way, it has its proper place and time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And if love didn't work out in the end, maybe your happy ending belongs with someone else, it can be from a person you will meet next day in the train, from the person you'll smile at by next week in the elevator, in a &amp;nbsp;summer vacation, &amp;nbsp;in one rainy &amp;nbsp;afternoon under a waiting shed, or under a&amp;nbsp;mistletoe, &amp;nbsp;who knows? Just believe in all the great possibilities of life, one day you're hurting, maybe tomorrow you're crying because of too much joy in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-4273209875635739933?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/4273209875635739933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=4273209875635739933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4273209875635739933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4273209875635739933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-about-love-i-love-you-and-youre.html' title='All About Love: I Love You And You&apos;re Confused'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/5450481714_18efd8fbdc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-1793093992802680273</id><published>2011-02-16T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:03:09.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self awareness.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>It Can Be Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/4351426049_2bb1773861_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/4351426049_2bb1773861_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so a friend of mine has influenced me with her great thoughts regarding with what she wants to do with her dreams. It's kinda amusing to know that there are some people who want to do something more great than what they do for a living and all. Something that they love doing more than anything else in the world-- the passion of doing something pleasing to the heart.&amp;nbsp;I was moved by her thoughts, but I don't want to&amp;nbsp;rush things up for me. I know that I must take one step at a time, and moving on to another destination&amp;nbsp;with unfinished business left behind is not nice and so lame to do so. I'm 2 steps closer accomplishing what I am doing for 7 years, and I don't want to fall through&amp;nbsp;again since I failed myself last year for not graduating on time. I'll have my diploma this year and I will have my &amp;nbsp;license within this year. It will make my Family proud, especially my Parents and&amp;nbsp;Grandparents. And most definitely, me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know to myself that I love my chosen path to reach the career that I want to have, I will not waste years in college for nothing. But sometimes, I imagine myself doing something that&amp;nbsp;pleases my heart. Not that I'm not happy with my chosen path, it is just that there's this burning passion in my heart that tells me to purse my dream of being a Photographer. I guess it's one hobby that I can enjoy doing as a job too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know someday I'll have my dreams through hard work. I know someday I will read this post and smile-- 'cos I made dreams into reality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I want you to know these things about me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;People with great minds can influence me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People with great hearts can move me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People with beautiful dreams can motivate me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People with honest thoughts can make my heart smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People with undying hope can give me a reason to breathe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank You,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/caterwauler"&gt;Nev&lt;/a&gt;!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-1793093992802680273?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/1793093992802680273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=1793093992802680273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1793093992802680273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1793093992802680273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-can-be-beautiful.html' title='It Can Be Beautiful'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/4351426049_2bb1773861_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-4884600170434890159</id><published>2011-02-15T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:50:05.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An Emotion Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about my day'/><title type='text'>Sick Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168457_1881965928095_1209741520_2198318_2499273_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168457_1881965928095_1209741520_2198318_2499273_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually had a lovely weekend last week. I didn't expect that I'll be terribly sick for 2 days. I'm as sick as a parrot and slightly sick at heart. My head feels heavy, my eyes are drowsy, my muscles are in pain, and my immune system is low---definitely &amp;nbsp;unhealthy. It's hard to force a smile with this state so I locked myself inside my room the whole day. And yes I am slightly sick at heart, I guess I miss my friends and talking to them will cure me. Laughter will always be the best medicine, it's sort of an analgesic for me. My best friend gave me a phone call last night, and it's quite funny 'cos&amp;nbsp;every time that I need to laugh or someone to talk with, he calls&amp;nbsp;coincidently. I think he's been spying on me the whole time, but it felt good actually, you know who you are so I thank you for that. My friend asked me to help her with her project tomorrow, I said yes because I know it can make me sane and all. Well I hope it does.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My niece will live somewhere far and I'm going to miss that little rascal. My other godchild lives miles away from me and now my other godchild will live far away too. It's sad, real sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what? I feel so alone in my zone. I tried to make myself &amp;nbsp;feel okay, but I guess now that's too much to ask most especially when my health is&amp;nbsp;deteriorating these days. I feel unhealthy and alone in my zone, crap!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know the feeling when you want to feel okay and think that everything will go better by the moment you wake up the next day and the moment you open your eyes you'll realize that you're still not okay? The magic of making yourself to feel good doesn't work 'cos you know you're not okay. And I'm in that state for 2 days and still counting. I feel sorry for myself and I really want to smile, but I guess I can't act tough all the time when I know I am too weak to do so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss to laugh out loud, I miss beautiful thoughts, and I miss some crazy people. And especially, I miss my happy and smiling health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-4884600170434890159?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/4884600170434890159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=4884600170434890159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4884600170434890159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/4884600170434890159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/02/sick-days.html' title='Sick Days'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-1428510922122058915</id><published>2011-02-13T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:23:16.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem.'/><title type='text'>All About Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/4357329457_10ff9b5bc3_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/4357329457_10ff9b5bc3_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is undeniable&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is never jealous nor envy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is patient and kind&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love takes no less than everything&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love lights our darkest days &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is blind&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love chains each one us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love gives beauty and madness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love can break us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love can create a world&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is an affection&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is a public display of affection&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is never too late&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is a chance&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is risky&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is sacrifice&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love creates a smile&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love can change everything&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is crazy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is a miracle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is a mystery&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love can break your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love doesn't grow on tress&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love has no sex&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is romantic&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is never complicated&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is unconditional&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love brings tears and pain -- but beauty remains&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love brings spark&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love trusts hearts&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love conquers all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is joy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love &amp;nbsp;aches for each and everyone of us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love never dies&lt;br /&gt;Love is forever&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Valentines!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-1428510922122058915?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/1428510922122058915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=1428510922122058915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1428510922122058915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1428510922122058915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-about-love.html' title='All About Love'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/4357329457_10ff9b5bc3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-5988123446789643196</id><published>2011-02-04T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T20:15:59.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><title type='text'>As Promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3QXy1q0kg4/TUvgXS4yM8I/AAAAAAAAAdI/yZLHmX7zS4c/s1600/DSC06134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3QXy1q0kg4/TUvgXS4yM8I/AAAAAAAAAdI/yZLHmX7zS4c/s200/DSC06134.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this is it! I'm going to give my best for this academic suicide that I've been planning for a very long time. I'm going to torture myself for weeks and I hope I'll do well for this ambitious "fresh beginning with a clean slate". Two friends of mine encouraged me for it and I thank them so much for their kind and&amp;nbsp;stimulating words. I talked &amp;nbsp; to my other friend long ago and had my other heart to heart conversation with my other friend last night. Both of them were so optimistic about everything that I asked about my review for the upcoming Veterinary Licensure Examination on August this year.&lt;br /&gt;It's nerve racking to think about possibilities actually. I'm not so sure if I can religiously do it. But hey, I shouldn't think of what can happen in the future, instead I should think of what I can do today. Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3QXy1q0kg4/TUvkghzjWnI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XndjojEeGdA/s1600/DSC06129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3QXy1q0kg4/TUvkghzjWnI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XndjojEeGdA/s200/DSC06129.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Book (Good Side) ^^&lt;br /&gt;Laptop (Dark Side) &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I have promised myself to stay away from Facebook for 6 months, well good luck to me! Facebook is like a time vortex that sucks all of precious time, Facebook is evil (just kidding)!! &amp;nbsp;I have no control of myself &amp;nbsp;and my time when I use Facebook, I always get stuck reading updates and making updates. So instead of staring point-blank on updates, I'm going to "update" my brain this time for a change. Well I only blocked Facebook in my system and not the other websites that I check daily (Youtube, Blogspot, &amp;nbsp;pornsites (giggles lol) and etc. So I can give updates via Blogspot,&amp;nbsp;whoopee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3QXy1q0kg4/TUvoyGk76JI/AAAAAAAAAdU/L7aZwDesWto/s1600/DSC06133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3QXy1q0kg4/TUvoyGk76JI/AAAAAAAAAdU/L7aZwDesWto/s200/DSC06133.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You see those books? I have to read them all before Summer, well not actually all, it's too many of them for Pete's sake! I'm planning to have my review at a Review Center in the University of the Philippines in Diliman. Well my school now is nearer from home but I don't want to get the same school attitude and boring ambiance at the same time. So at least I can have a nice ambiance in U.P. ha-ha! &lt;br /&gt;So I really do hope that I can do this! I wish to pass the Veterinary Licensure Exam this. I hope people will not think of me as &lt;i&gt;pasikat &lt;/i&gt;(show off) for telling my ambitious plan. So Universe, help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do Facebook once a week ONLY. So it makes 4 times every month. Not bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1949793126"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1949793127"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-5988123446789643196?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/5988123446789643196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=5988123446789643196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/5988123446789643196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/5988123446789643196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-promised.html' title='As Promised'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3QXy1q0kg4/TUvgXS4yM8I/AAAAAAAAAdI/yZLHmX7zS4c/s72-c/DSC06134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-175453044407810573</id><published>2011-02-01T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:58:00.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of the blue'/><title type='text'>If It Makes You Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1282/4699765574_75ef678e5d_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1282/4699765574_75ef678e5d_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So you're sad and hoping you're not when you wake up the next day. It's okay to be sad, I mean it's your choice and you have to deal with it. Don't fret, there are like many people like you who feel sad at any moment in any day of every week in on a year. It can be your neighbor, your childhood sweetheart, your drinking buddy or even your hero, &amp;nbsp;but one thing for sure I know about being sad; as long as your faith keeps fighting to have the comfort that your soul needs, you're still good. As long as your faith doesn't break into pieces, you can make&amp;nbsp;live through that state. Throw some shower of spark in you and you can be a-okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happiness is everywhere, I find mine when I play with my nieces, talk to my great friends, do a little shopping, kill boring time with music, I talk to my dog or even just by blogging my thoughts. No one in this world can bring us down but ourselves. We are the master of our being and the master of our own private world, and if we let our own being drown in sorrow then we'd be all dead by now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all have our bad days, with cold feet and dark clouds above our heads. We all cry when we bear too much pain. We all share the same feelings in this world, but the difference is how we take it and how we control ourselves when sanity had&amp;nbsp;evanesce.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If eating too much chocolates can make you happy, then go help yourself. If drowning your sorrow with alcohol can make you forget sadness, then go. If denying everything can make you feel good, then so be it. But at the end of the day, all the crazy stuffs and hilarious stunts you did will not matter-- you know you're still sad. You know you're not okay. But all ends fair, at least you tried to be happy in a day, at least you didn't give up to find ways to be happy and be dreamy and all. You're good, you know how to make a spark even for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But do you know what's the greatest form of happiness? It's God, Family and Friends. These are the greatest form joy you can ever have in this world, and these matter most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So you're sad? You're lonely? You're not alone dear, you know you're not. You know you still have that spark, that great spark of love, peace, comfort and joy. You have them all in your heart. You'll be okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-175453044407810573?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/175453044407810573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=175453044407810573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/175453044407810573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/175453044407810573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-it-makes-you-happy.html' title='If It Makes You Happy'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1282/4699765574_75ef678e5d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-3113147415415100308</id><published>2011-01-27T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:45:28.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that I like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extraordinary Friends'/><title type='text'>Previously on Extraordinary People: The Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2578/4220572787_0c32c2387b_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2578/4220572787_0c32c2387b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“The thing people forget is how good it can feel when you finally set secrets free. Whether good or bad, at least you're out in the open. And once your secrets are out in the open, you don't have to hide behind them anymore. The problem with secrets is even when you think you're in control, you're not.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I talked to a friend moments ago and she reminded me of this quote from Grey’s Anatomy. We never had a chance to talk about her feelings and all. All she ever wanted was to get away from her misery business and laugh her problems out with us, her friends. I felt real sad about it and a bit disappointed, I mean keeping everything to myself is never easy, so I blog just to express my thoughts and feelings about anything and everything. I was really clueless about my friend before she talked to me about her "issue" slash hanging secret or whatever, we haven't talked nor seen each other for a very long time until moments ago. And somehow, now I know what she’s going through—she’s sad and dying to live a normal life again. And I think that she thinks that she can get over it without asking help. I'd say &lt;i&gt;"Good luck with that".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Each tiny mistake you do can make a big difference, and when you’re too late doing something for yourself, you might end up hanging in one corner, dying to turn back the time when people still care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Maybe I finally understand how obvious people are in keeping secrets. Some people try to be happy when they’re actually not, and some hide secrets because they’re too scared letting their secrets out, because they fear that people won’t understand them. And I'd say it's stupid, how will you know what's bound to happen when doubt holds you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm gonna let you in on &amp;nbsp;a little secret:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like eating ice cream while walking in public.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep myself awake by thinking of finger nails scratching on blackboards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I talk to myself verbally when I'm alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am conscious about myself, I'm not that confident with my "looks".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm scared of explosions and house fire due to a trauma years ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watch porn every night-- well when I'm in the mood. ha-ha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a licensed veterinarian/journalist/photographer/a father of 2 or 3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love movies with strong girls!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to get married at the age of 27 or 28.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cried when my dog, Fita, died.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What about you? Do you have secrets? Tell it to me, be honest. I'm not cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To my dear friend, if you're reading this-- remember that expressing it out can make a big difference, and I tell you-- it does feel good to know that there are people who want to hear from you, because we care. We will always care for you. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and I want to share a song to you, my dear readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jjl2tNQ3IuQ" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="30"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Song: The City Lights&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Umbrellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;f you see me at midnight&lt;br /&gt;Walking the streets&lt;br /&gt;You'll know it was me for I cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;I've pushed away the dreams&lt;br /&gt;And spoiled the quiet&lt;br /&gt;I'm propelled by fear&lt;br /&gt;And not the righteous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have you been to a place like this?&lt;br /&gt;To see your breath as it paints against the sky&lt;br /&gt;The fever is near&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking ambitious&lt;br /&gt;I've got this feeling things will be alright&lt;br /&gt;So go break a leg night&lt;br /&gt;Been given the green light&lt;br /&gt;So go entertain them&lt;br /&gt;They're waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;They're waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have you been to a place like this?&lt;br /&gt;To see your breath as it paints against the sky&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so right and things will run&lt;br /&gt;The fever is near&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs066.snc6/167596_1848432049769_1209741520_2142588_5823096_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs066.snc6/167596_1848432049769_1209741520_2142588_5823096_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I thought they forgot all about it! I was so surprised when they went knocking on my door while singing happy birthday to me! It's nearly midnight but I still feel happy about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who would have thought that this day would turn out this lovely? I mean I didn't expect them to drive all the way here just to give me these chocolate cakes and sing me a happy birthday?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually got disappointed when they didn't greet me on my birthday. Of all those people on Facebook who greeted me, I didn't see their names. Not even a call or text that says "Happy Birthday Ogot!". Well I received messages via SMS from them when I feel real down and all because of it the whole day-- in short it's all too late for them to greet me happy birthday. I ignored and denied that my day &amp;nbsp;was doing its best. Well it was actually my fault, when the truth is, my mom cooked delicious food for me! Thank you mom!! Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess this was all I waited for, and today ended well. I feel happy tonight, real happy. I love my pretty girls!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things happen for a reason, and their excuses were&amp;nbsp;undoubtedly fine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-1806311522898943546?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/1806311522898943546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=1806311522898943546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1806311522898943546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/1806311522898943546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/01/previously-on-extraordinary-people-my.html' title='Previously on Extraordinary People: My Born Day!'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-778215332678985857</id><published>2011-01-15T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T01:54:50.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An Emotion Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about my day'/><title type='text'>WARNING: A Total Waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/2381204072_b53aea4753_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/2381204072_b53aea4753_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't seen my friends after New Year. It's been like what, like 2 weeks and still counting. I don't feel sad about it, really! Naaah. I miss my friends. Hey I have to warn you that this is one lame blog entry for this week, don't bother reading it unless you want an update from me. My thoughts &amp;nbsp;have been floating indefinitely a lot lately. &amp;nbsp;I've been procrastinating for 4 days and not reading any of my books. I feel toxic, too much drama LOL not a big deal actually-- shield on!! I've finished reading (I didn't read all the pages, too many to read like that ^^v ) one book and I am supposed to read another book again but unfortunately I am not, 'cause I feel lazy. I can read it some other day &lt;i&gt;naman eh&lt;/i&gt;. AND mind you, I have a lot to read!!! Weeeeeee!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I'm back playing video games and I miss it! I used to play a lot when I was younger not that I'm old now. I'm turning twenty-four this month FYI, man I'm old! Ha-ha! Old and unproductive! Bummer!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My eyes are tired, really... and I am actually typing words with my eyes close. That's how sleepy and tired I am &amp;nbsp;for playing video game the whole day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now my eyes are open again! It's stupid to type these words not knowing if I'm doing it right or now... besides my eyes are working fine with eyeglasses ha-ha. I'm listening&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uoTXEZ2H3E"&gt;Nothing Precious At All by Stereophonics&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;now and I think this sums everything to what I feel at this moment. Well the title itself makes everything actually, even this blog that you are reading right now. I bet you're one of those people who read and leave this page without leaving a comment. Tell me something about your thoughts right now or after reading this worthless piece of sh*t. Ha-ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well I know today's not great day wrapped with all of my desires and happy lala-land.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey sorry for this blog... I mean it-- SORRY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-778215332678985857?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/778215332678985857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=778215332678985857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/778215332678985857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/778215332678985857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/01/warning-total-waste.html' title='WARNING: A Total Waste'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/2381204072_b53aea4753_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-5961282179012674811</id><published>2011-01-10T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:04:43.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs that I like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family.'/><title type='text'>I Am Never Alone, 'Cos I Am Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs033.snc6/166325_1253894925028_1759221936_452989_6664579_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs033.snc6/166325_1253894925028_1759221936_452989_6664579_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel great each time I'm home. If moments come whirling and blow everything like a hurricane, I know I can &amp;nbsp;withstand every blow life will hit. Blue can always find me, but I know I am surrounded with great love and I am supported with undying trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have people worth loving and I have people who can be the beat of my heart. My love will always be My Home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I may not be the perfect son, brother, brother-in-law, uncle and godfather-- I know these wonderful people will always be in every imperfection of my being.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel good, I feel fine and I feel safe when I am home. I feel like the luckiest guy on earth for having a supportive family and fun loving people. I may not have the perfect family, but I know that imperfection defines true love, an unconditional love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9yhiuFBsJA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9yhiuFBsJA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never Alone by Lady Antebellum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;May the angels protect you&lt;br /&gt;Trouble neglect you&lt;br /&gt;And heaven accept you when its time to go home&lt;br /&gt;May you always have plenty&lt;br /&gt;The glass never empty&lt;br /&gt;Know in your belly&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your tears come from laughing&lt;br /&gt;You find friends worth having&lt;br /&gt;As every year passes&lt;br /&gt;They mean more than gold&lt;br /&gt;May you win but stay humble&lt;br /&gt;Smile more than grumble&lt;br /&gt;And know when you stumble&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Never alone&lt;br /&gt;Never alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in every beat of your heart&lt;br /&gt;When you face the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you fly&lt;br /&gt;This isn't goodbye&lt;br /&gt;My love will follow you stay with you&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to be honest&lt;br /&gt;As much as I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna promise that cold winds won't blow&lt;br /&gt;So when hard times have found you&lt;br /&gt;And your fears surround you&lt;br /&gt;Wrap my love around you&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Never alone&lt;br /&gt;Never alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in every beat of your heart&lt;br /&gt;When you face the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you fly&lt;br /&gt;This isn't goodbye&lt;br /&gt;My love will follow you stay with you&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love will follow you stay with you&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the angels protect you&lt;br /&gt;Trouble neglect you&lt;br /&gt;And heaven accept you when its time to go home&lt;br /&gt;And when hard times have found you&lt;br /&gt;And your fears surround you&lt;br /&gt;Wrap my love around you&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Never alone&lt;br /&gt;Never alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in every beat of your heart&lt;br /&gt;When you face the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you fly&lt;br /&gt;This isn't goodbye&lt;br /&gt;My love will follow you stay with you&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love will follow you stay with you&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're never alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-5961282179012674811?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/5961282179012674811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=5961282179012674811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/5961282179012674811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/5961282179012674811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-never-alone-cos-i-am-home.html' title='I Am Never Alone, &apos;Cos I Am Home.'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-3211264823828925471</id><published>2010-12-31T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:37:32.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><title type='text'>Here I Am In The Year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2631/4223892257_232331bd34_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2631/4223892257_232331bd34_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mother Theresa once said, “Be happy in the moment that’s enough. Each moment is all we need, not more."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many things have had happened in the times of yore; discovery, self assessment, tragedy, joyful moments, reunion of hearts, heartaches and etc. The Year 2010 made me realize that good things and bad things happen, the least you expect it to happen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I failed to graduate, on time, this year and it was really heartbreaking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But one day, after sadness has surpassed, what happened was not that overwhelming after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tragedy happened this year, my &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Lolo&lt;/i&gt; (grandfather) died this year, and he’s with my &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Lola &lt;/i&gt;(grandmother) now. I know they’re both with us day in day out, in our hearts. My family thinks I have moved on, but I’m not that really that strong and nobody knows it but me. And sometimes, when I get sad and down, I still talk to them and tell them all my worries and whatnot. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve made new friends this year in college. The fact that they love their lives in college because of the friendship they have for one other made me miss my college batch buddies more. People always leave, but sometimes they come back. Well maybe they didn’t actually leave, they just have to take another journey, and I hope we all meet at the end. And for my new friends, thank you for making me realize that people can really find the good in one another if you’ll give them the chance to prove their worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My best friend spent his Christmas break here in the P.I. We missed him a lot, I missed him a lot. And we actually spent precious and memorable times together this year, this December. With that 10-day vacation, we actually made every moment worthwhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My heart is not in its best when it comes to love and private affection. I guess it’s not ready to fall in love again or perhaps I’m holding on too much for that idea and it keeps me losing my track towards the greatest love. I’m scared that my heart loses its desire to love, but as of now, I still enjoy the relationship I have for God, my family and friends. Maybe I don’t need more from love, for now. Who knows after this year, I’ll find the greatest love ever. (Hopeful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year made me realize that things happen, good or bad, the least you expect it to happen. And you have to know that not everyday is sunny nor rainy. It’s okay to get gloomy, but be sad once and then move on. Being merry is okay too, actually it’s the best feeling ever, but you should know that it doesn’t stay for good. However, there are pretty&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;things that can make you happy and can make you feel real great for having them; Faith in God, Family and Friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This coming New Year, I will make my Faith firmer and Love warmer. It will be a new beginning for the new chapter of my life. Everything will be okay, you just have to believe it will.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-3211264823828925471?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/3211264823828925471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=3211264823828925471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/3211264823828925471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/3211264823828925471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2010/12/here-i-am-in-year-2010.html' title='Here I Am In The Year 2010'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2631/4223892257_232331bd34_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-724012316607236645</id><published>2010-12-30T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:57:39.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Mess'/><title type='text'>It's Okay To Be Sad, Just Keep The Faith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2591/4151625658_7434e266c6_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2591/4151625658_7434e266c6_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We push and pull and sometimes we fall down. Sometimes we find ourselves drowning in sorrow until we can't breathe because of too much&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;distress and sorrow. We can't move on because of the worries blocking our way. We can cry anytime, it lessens the pain after all. And the truth is, once we're done being sad and all, we'll see ourselves looking back and realize that yesterday is not that overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't think that your pain will never end, don't think that you're bearing too much pain in your heart and it's so unfair. As a matter of fact, there are people who suffer more. What you feel now is your choice, it can be temporary or permanent. And I am so sure that nobody wants to be unhappy forever-- not even you nor The Damsel in Distress or Hades of the Underworld would want to be unhappy forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes you are upset, and yes you are secretly screaming inside. But basically, you know what you want. You now what you heart desires. Failure doesn't stop you for striving for more ecstasy, failure is a sign that you deserve better. Failure is a sign that you need something better beside that favorite sweater you have for ages. Yes you are upset, but you can't be upset all the time-- you'll get ugly inside and out. Yes you are screaming inside, but let your voice be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are the master of your feeling, you make your life, you make your own point and you make your own conflicts. You are the master of truth, you know what you feel and you know what your strength is capable of. Don't let misery destroy all the possibilities for a brighter morning. It's okay to be sad, just keep the faith of finding a brighter tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Days will always keep coming without a fail. Find yourself, that's where your journey starts."&lt;/i&gt; - Tim McGraw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/238/74B56048662F8980F62C52EB44946410.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685674261071527035-724012316607236645?l=ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/feeds/724012316607236645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3685674261071527035&amp;postID=724012316607236645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/724012316607236645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685674261071527035/posts/default/724012316607236645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ogotbenedicto.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-okay-to-be-sad-just-keep-faith.html' title='It&apos;s Okay To Be Sad, Just Keep The Faith.'/><author><name>Ogot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00303810437952855616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_UWDXwcCcE/Tt5MWgYzZoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/N_ztijM8ZK8/s220/378867_286912531353242_100001034930994_902403_604733614_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2591/4151625658_7434e266c6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685674261071527035.post-8714589808092849115</id><published>2010-12-29T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:33:24.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>High Dynamic Range Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3QXy1q0kg4/TRr7IT8_JkI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qUjCHxkGZ0w/s1600/ogot+vampire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3QXy1q0kg4/TRr7IT8_JkI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qUjCHxkGZ0w/s320/ogot+vampire.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I've installed&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.adobe.com/products/photoshop/photoshop/whatisphotoshop/"&gt;Adobe Photoshop CS5&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for the second time, since my first installation failed, replacing my old version, the CS3. Everything is new and fun. And now, I am trying to manipulate pictures using&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_dynamic_range_imaging"&gt;High Dynamic Range&lt;/a&gt;. This can be done by having numbers of same pictures with different exposures and lighting. For this to be done, you must have a tripod or anything that can make your &amp;nbsp;camera and subject&amp;nbsp;still or motionless. With HDR, you can make pictures look real and magnificent. With HDR in CS5, you can have only one picture for it to turn your photo wonderfully.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Here are the steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have one picture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adjust its Shadows/Highlights to 40-50. (Image&amp;gt;Adjustments&amp;gt;Shadows/Highlights)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a second layer then Desaturate it (Ctrl + Shift + U). Then change the layer to Hardlight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make another layer using the base picture and blur it using Gaussian Blur (40%). (Filter&amp;gt;Blur&amp;gt;Gaussian Blur) then change the
