<?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-6896536819586364137</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:30:28.677+08:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='mynameisRAIN'/><category term='winterishere... &quot;'/><title type='text'>The Seasons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-1853729450347410034</id><published>2008-11-01T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:45:35.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer at Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey Guys.. Kumusta naman ang Pinas? Kumusta naman ang mga pinaka mamahal kong kapatid? Ako eto hanggang ngayon feeling turista pa din dito.. Naghahanap at naghihintay pa din sa tawag ng mga inapplayan.. Hehehe.. Pray for me po sana mag ka work na kagad.. Dito ko na lang muna siguro ko kayo update habang wala pa work.. Mahal pantawag eh.. Hehehe.. Mahal ko kayo.. Hanggang sa muli..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-1853729450347410034?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/1853729450347410034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=1853729450347410034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/1853729450347410034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/1853729450347410034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/11/summer-at-singapore.html' title='Summer at Singapore'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-8810118939335037221</id><published>2008-09-02T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:35:23.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on..........</title><content type='html'>ayun ayun...&lt;br /&gt;after kong masaktan at maghintay...&lt;br /&gt;kahit mukha na akong tanga...&lt;br /&gt;nagtatry na akong maka pag move on...&lt;br /&gt;totoong mahirap...&lt;br /&gt;as in mahirap...&lt;br /&gt;pero kailangan na talaga...&lt;br /&gt;kahit masama, naghanap ako ng diversion, effective naman..&lt;br /&gt;as of now, di ko na sya madalas maisip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero sa di maipaliwanag na kadahilanan, may mga panaginip&lt;br /&gt;akong natatandaan, kung saan aking syang napagmamasdan..&lt;br /&gt;nakangiti't hawak ang aking kamay..&lt;br /&gt;masayang nakikipag kwentuhan...&lt;br /&gt;di ko din alam kung bakit...&lt;br /&gt;pero di ko din maintindihan, ang panaginip ba'y may kinalaman sa&lt;br /&gt;realidad? kabaligtaran o katuparan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaring sa aking pagising pinipilit kong di sya ang aking isipin..&lt;br /&gt;ngunit ang katotohana'y sa aking pagtulog aking sya'y hinahanap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lang.. siguro.. darating din ang araw.. kahit sa panaginip ko..&lt;br /&gt;wala na ang larawan ng kanyang mukha.. at sa pagising ko..&lt;br /&gt;wala na din ang sakit na aking nararamdaman twing sya'y aking makikita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya yan... kaya... kaya.... i really have to move on..&lt;br /&gt;(hahaha... sabay ganun...) thanks sa mga tulong ng mga kapatid ko&lt;br /&gt;at ilang kaibigan... unti unti.... makakaya na to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-8810118939335037221?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/8810118939335037221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=8810118939335037221&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/8810118939335037221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/8810118939335037221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/09/moving-on.html' title='moving on..........'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-8355787950957798521</id><published>2008-08-29T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:27:04.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date??</title><content type='html'>ayokong sabihing date yun..&lt;br /&gt;baka sabihin assuming ako masyado..&lt;br /&gt;geneto nalang.. lakad barkada.. kahit dalawa lang kami.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko talaga alam kung sasama ako sa kaniyang umalis..&lt;br /&gt;pero at the end.. di ko napigilan sarili ko..&lt;br /&gt;nacurious ako.. ano kaya ang feeling na kasama ko tong tao na to..&lt;br /&gt;ngayong alam na nya na gusto ko siya..&lt;br /&gt;kaya ayun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung nakita ko sya.. at nakita din nya ako..&lt;br /&gt;nakita ko sa mga mata nya..(sya ba to? sana hindi)&lt;br /&gt;haha.. pero no choice siya.. ako talaga ang kameet nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun.. di ko alam kung ano magandang panoorin na movie..&lt;br /&gt;wala kasing maganda.. but i insist na manood kami.. kasi in that way..&lt;br /&gt;kahit wala kaming pinaguusapan.. magkasama kami..&lt;br /&gt;magkatabi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nilalamig na ako.. nanginginig kamay ko...&lt;br /&gt;so kinuha ko kamay nya... nakita ko nanaman sa mukha nya(bakit?)&lt;br /&gt;haha... parang ayaw bigay.. pero binigay din nya... hiniwakan ko kamay&lt;br /&gt;nya na parang ayoko ng bitiwan..&lt;br /&gt;pero as the movie ends.. kailangan ko na ding bitiwan kamay nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos.. niyaya ko syang kumain.. sa KFC kami kumain..&lt;br /&gt;ayun... nakapagusap kami.. puro sya kalokohan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realize.. hanggang kalokohan lang talaga lahat para sa kanya..&lt;br /&gt;yung mga sinasabi nya sa phone... madali kong pinaniwalaan..&lt;br /&gt;pero habang kausap ko sya ng personal.. iba nakikita ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako na nagyayang umuwi.. nasasaktan na kasi ako.. sabi ko sa sarili ko..&lt;br /&gt;eto na siguro to.. gumising ka na.. nakita mo na... wag ka ng maging tanga..&lt;br /&gt;so ayun.. dahil plastik ako.. nakangitit parin ako habang kausap sya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ng makasakay na ako sa fx, binasa ko txt ng isa sa mga kapatid ko..&lt;br /&gt;tapos dumating txt nya.. nag thankyou sya..&lt;br /&gt;ang inisip kong unang replyan ko eh yung kapatid ko..&lt;br /&gt;"gising na ako.. di ako iiyak.. mahal ko talaga ang kumag..&lt;br /&gt;pero nakikita kong di nya ako kayang mahalin"&lt;br /&gt;pero ang katangahan ko.. sa kanya ko pala na send hindi sa kapatid ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagreply sya..&lt;br /&gt;"wag mo na kasing mahalin ang kumag.. nawrong send ka"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun... lumabas din.. dahil sa simpleng pagkakamali ko..&lt;br /&gt;naamin din nya na wag ko na syang mahalin.. maybe because di nya&lt;br /&gt;ako kayang mahalin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way... nakatulong din yun paglabas ko kasama sya..&lt;br /&gt;dahil pag naiisip ko sya.. nasasabi ko na ngayon sa sarili ko..&lt;br /&gt;"tama na.. wag ka ng umasa.. tama na yung isang araw na nakasama mo sya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero thanks pala sa kanya... libre nya yung sine at dinner.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;nahiya tuloy ako... pero nung tinanong nya ako kung masaya ako....&lt;br /&gt;sinabi ko ang totoo, masaya ako.. pero may part sakin na malungkot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos ayun.. ngayon.. pinipilit kong wag syang itxt..  hehe..&lt;br /&gt;kaya ko yan.. kaya..... kaya..... ",&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-8355787950957798521?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/8355787950957798521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=8355787950957798521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/8355787950957798521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/8355787950957798521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/08/date.html' title='Date??'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-6621446719479417996</id><published>2008-08-19T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:22:59.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winterishere... &quot;'/><title type='text'>mahal kayo ni winter</title><content type='html'>haayyy..&lt;br /&gt;this past few days.. i'm in my darkest days of my life...&lt;br /&gt;masyado akong down.. natatakot akong sabihin kela spring and summer..&lt;br /&gt;dahil ang rason ng pagiging down ko ay ang taong ayaw nila para sakin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isang taon na ng makilala ko kayo.. nakilala ko din ang taong di ko expect&lt;br /&gt;na magugustuhan ko.. na mamahalin ko.. pero that time..&lt;br /&gt;alam kong napaka imposible na magustuhan din nya ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi dahil hindi ako maganda.. kundi mahal nya ang isa kong kapatid..&lt;br /&gt;nasaktan ako kahit walang karapatan nang magkabalikan sila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko sa mga kapatid ko.. ok na ako.. wala sakin yun..&lt;br /&gt;pero pag wala na sila , pag di na sila nakatingin..&lt;br /&gt;patuloy parin akong nasasaktan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinubukan kong magkaroon ng relasyon sa iba..&lt;br /&gt;pero in the end.. hindi ko din pala totoong minahal..&lt;br /&gt;siguro natuwa lang ako sa atensyong binigay nila sakin,&lt;br /&gt;na hindi mabibigay ng taong mahal ko..&lt;br /&gt;yup yup.. mahal ko.. di ko alam.. patuloy ko parin syang minamahal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagkaroon kai ng clan, nakasali dun yung mahal ko..&lt;br /&gt;in my own simple ways.. pinapakita ko na mahal ko sya..&lt;br /&gt;pero di talaga umubra.. sabi ko titigilan ko na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanggang dumating yung araw na nagbiro sya na may gusto sya sakin..&lt;br /&gt;kahit alam kong di totoo, kahit pilit kong sabihin sa sarili kong wag maniwala..&lt;br /&gt;pero umusbong ang hope sa puso ko kahit ayaw ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumating yung time na sinabihan ko sya na&lt;br /&gt;tama na ang biro dahil naaapektuhan na ako..&lt;br /&gt;pero ng nakausap ko sya..&lt;br /&gt;balak nyang seryosohin.. naniwala ako..&lt;br /&gt;umasa. wala akong magawa.. tanga lang.. at totoong mahal ko sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madami syang nasabi na matagal ko ng gustong marinig mula sa kanya..&lt;br /&gt;akala ng iba biruan lang ang lahat.. pero samin seryoso na..&lt;br /&gt;isang buong araw akong naging masaya.. halos di ako makatulog..&lt;br /&gt;naghihintay ng kinabukasan para magising na sya at makausap ulit..&lt;br /&gt;pero di na sya nagparamdam.. ilang text ang pinadala ko..&lt;br /&gt;pero walang tugon ni isa..&lt;br /&gt;tanghali na.. ng malaman kong nakipagbalikan sya sa "X" nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasa hospital ako that time.. at feeling ko.. literal na huminto ang lahat ng bagay..&lt;br /&gt;masyado akong nasaktan.. kasi umasa ako.. pero di ko magawang magalit sa kanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unang nakaalam si autumn. pero pinakiusapan kong wag sabihin sa dalawa pa.&lt;br /&gt;natatakot kasi akong kausapin ng dalawa yung isa.. at magkagulo..&lt;br /&gt;mag-away.. at maging dahilan ng pagquit nung isa..&lt;br /&gt;ayoko.. kasi para sakin.. yung clan nalang ang connection ko sa kanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinilit kong hindi ipahalata kahit kanino.. pinilit kong magmukang masaya sa text.&lt;br /&gt;pero ang totoo, umiiyak ako habang nagtitext..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero august 17 ng gabi.. nakumpleto kami, plus dalawa pang bagong ampon(hehe)..&lt;br /&gt;kahit umuwi na ako.. bumalik ako sa trinoma.. makasama lang sila..&lt;br /&gt;nagsuot ulit ako ng maskara na magtatago sa kalungkutan ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero nasa isang lugar kaming lahat.. hawak ko sila.. di ko na napigilan..&lt;br /&gt;masarap sa pakiramdam na yakap ka nila.. na naiilalabas mo sa kanila lahat&lt;br /&gt;ng saloobin mo.. salamat sa balikat at akap.. it really helps me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sanggang kinabukasan.. nakatulog ako.. sa panaginip ko.. umiiyak parin ako..&lt;br /&gt;pero nakakatuwa.. isa sa kanilaang nasa panaginip ko.. at umakap parin sakin..&lt;br /&gt;hinayaan lang akong ilabas sa kanya lahat ng sama ng loob ko..&lt;br /&gt;ussuallty, hindi ko natatandaan mga panaginip ko..&lt;br /&gt;pero iba yun.. tandang tanda ko.. dahil hanggang paggising ko.. umiiyak ako..&lt;br /&gt;pero masaya akodahil naalala ko yun.. dahil alam kong mahal nyo ako..&lt;br /&gt;kahit miserable ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to thankyou guys.. hindi ko din mapapangakong&lt;br /&gt;makakalimutan ko sya.. na hindi na aasa.. ang mapapangako ko lang..&lt;br /&gt;andito din ako.. dito balikat ko. at mga payat kong brasong&lt;br /&gt;handang umakap sa inyo.. mahal ko kayo... wag nyong kalimutan yan..&lt;br /&gt;kahit minsan na pinagagalitan ko kayo.. concern lang ako..&lt;br /&gt;mahal kayo ni winter...............................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-6621446719479417996?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/6621446719479417996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=6621446719479417996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/6621446719479417996'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was hopeless, wanting to save my relationship but it turned out to be another failure. We'll I guess relationship is'nt really for me.. Ganun talaga, you cant be succesfull in every field. Thanks for the special friends who always makes me smile.. For every moment that we shared, I will always cherish all of those.. Last night lalo ko naramdaman yun! I was not in the mood heading to Araneta Center but after learning na kumpleto Seasons.. Na touch ako! This is one night I will never forget. Naramdaman ko kung gano nyo ko kamahal.. Kung gano kahaba ang pasensya nyo sakin.. Syempre lalo ngayon nadagdagan ang circle of friends with Gelo and Tryke.. Hoping to touch your lives in our simple way. Seasons will always be seasons but its better having you guys around! For Gelo and Spring.. I hope everything works good for both of you! For tryke, you always make your boys cry! Hehehe.. Isang smile lang tunaw na sila! For Rygel and Artie, dadating din yan! Sigurado ako! You all deserved to be loved and happy! As for me, I will prefer to be single and try to know more about me as of the moment.. Yan tuloy di ko alam kung papano tatapusin to. Kayo kasi, you always makes me emotional.. Love you all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-5146710582892286137?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5146710582892286137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=5146710582892286137&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/5146710582892286137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/5146710582892286137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-holds.html' title='Summer holds..'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-1305444901911425002</id><published>2008-08-11T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:54:46.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Here Comes Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Teka lang ah. bwelo muna.. I dont know how to start this one.. Hinga ulit malalim.. Before kasi okay na ko magbasa nga mga Blogs nyo.. Ngayon kelangan ko na din mag post? hehe.. Autumn, Winter and Spring.. Salamat sa mga comment nyo! Mayabang pala ah.. Suplado at Concieted pa ha? Ano pa huh? But seriously I appreciate those kinds of Critics (tama ba spelling, bobo ko eh.) I mean specially coming from the three of  you! Kasi alam ko kayo ang mas nakakakilala sakin! Alam ko that you guys care about me thats why sinasabi nyo yun and yun din ang ginamit ko to change for a better Rain/Amben now! I know I can always be independent but life is is much easier when Im with you guys! or should I say Gurls? Peace! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Here we go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Autumn.. Always a good friend! Willing to help and listen anytime! Yun nga lang wag mo expect na di ka tatalakankan nyan! Things that you'll surely miss pag wala ka narinig na sa kanya! Hes the type na mahilig mag joke, minsan di siguro nya alam nag jojoke na sya! Mga simpleng banat na kahit me sakit ka or me poblema ka mapapangiti ka! Naalala ko pa, nung first time nakita ko to, gustong gusto ko lapitan at kausapin kaso me bantay! I even asked a friend (ay teka hindi na pala.. hehe.) "kelan ba sila maghihiwalay"? Ang sama ko no? Committed kasi sya that time.. Pero I think God has better plan for us and I am thankfull na ngayon hindi lang sya isang crush! Di lang din simpleng kaibigan! Hes more than a brother! Tama si Spring and Winter! Sya pinaka insensitive pero mararamdaman mo talaga pagmamahal neto! I always believed in you Autumn! I will always be here! Walang makakasakit sayo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Winter.. hindi ba ang totoong suplado sating apat? Naku minsan talaga natatawa ako pag pinag sasabihan ako neto pero pag wala na sya at naisip ko mga sinasabi nya.. Sobrang laki ng impact sakin! Sa sobrang dami na siguro nagawa sa buhay, kaya madaming na share samin! Things you'll never expect from a forzen hearted guy daw! (Bobby ohhhh...) Yeah, laro kung laro pero di mo kakayanin pag nagseryoso to! Para akong nauupos na kandila pag naririnig ko umiiyak ang bunso namin dati! Salamat! Kahit ilang ulit sabihin yung word na yun, di pa din matutumbasan yung mga bagay na napa realize mo sakin! Walang iwanan please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Spring.. Hi Brooke.. Oist tsismis na naman yan! Haha! Madami talaga mga bagay na unexpected! Minsan kahit mahal mo ang isang tao, di mo maiwasan masaktan sya but this guy made a difference in me! He never let me fall kahit ako me malaking kasalanan! He never let me go! Mahirap pero ginawa nyang madali! Ngayon ko lang nasabi to.. I never had a chance.. Pero eto pa din kami.. Magkapatid! at yung ang di ko kaya na mawala pa! Too much for him, I guess its my time to tell you, "I'll never let you go"! Sis! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Walang magbabago! Walang iwanan! Sana.. Hate to think mangyayari yun.. Te Amo Seasons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-1305444901911425002?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/1305444901911425002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=1305444901911425002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/1305444901911425002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/1305444901911425002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-comes-summer.html' title='Here Comes Summer'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-1197460574980893614</id><published>2008-08-08T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:36:49.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>winters' memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SJv2qy5cktI/AAAAAAAAAGM/edmjc9RCHu8/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232046607198622418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SJv2qy5cktI/AAAAAAAAAGM/edmjc9RCHu8/s200/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At magpapatalo ba ang bunso... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't think so.... hahaha&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SJvtxuu3ZyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/d33oFt5qdo8/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SJvtxuu3ZyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/d33oFt5qdo8/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SJvtxuu3ZyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/d33oFt5qdo8/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how i wish na sana hindi ako kailangang umalis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to be you 3 for the rest of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pero syempre hiwalay ng bahay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;samin ng magiging asawa ko)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;madalas man akong magtampo sa inyo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kasi feeling ko since ako ang pinakabata, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;parang walang ako boses..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;di kayo nakikinig kung may payo man ako.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bakit matanda lang ba pwedeng magpayo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sige nga autmn payuhan mo na nga kami...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wahahha... love you autumn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;di ko makakalimutn part ng life ko yung pghihintay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sa result ng board exam ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're expecting na 1 dy lang after ng last day ng exam lalabas na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so halos every night gising kami..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si autumn.. every hour my quick count sa pc nila para check..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si spring.. maya maya magtxt na wala pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si summer since malapit lang ang PRC sa kanila check kung check sa guard.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n yung day or rather night na lalabas na yung result,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nasa galaan si autumn.. tapos tinext ko na sila.. napauwi si autumn.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kasi sira pc ko.. kasya sila lang makakapagcheck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 am di pa lumalabas ang resut sa net.. pero todo bantay na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"this is it! this is it!" wika nga ni spring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 am.. naghanap talaga ako ng dyaryo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero wala parin yung result..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;may lumabas na result sa INQ.net,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero wala dun name ko.. nalungkot naman kami..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nalungkot naman sila... (natouch talaga ako)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then, mga 5 am tumawag si autumn.. tinanong nya whole name ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at pasado nga # 210.. haha natuwa kami.. conference naman agad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tilian at sigawan sa sobrang saya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;napaluha na din ako nun.. kasi di ko talaga expected na papasa ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero ngayon.. Registered Radiologic Technoogist na ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks sa inyong tatlo.. yung mga times na nalulungkot ako sa sobrang kaba..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lagi kayong nandyan para magpalakas ng loob ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i knew it... napaka swerte ko na nakilala ko kayong tatlo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;di man halata.. pero mahal na mahal kayo ni winter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at kahit saan man ako o kayo mapunta.. hindi mawawala ang seasons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hindi mapapalitan.. dahil ang seasons ay sesons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ang ibat-iba nating pagkatao ang bubuo sa isa&lt;br /&gt;at ang isa ay tayong apat.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6896536819586364137-1197460574980893614?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/1197460574980893614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=1197460574980893614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/1197460574980893614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/1197460574980893614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-magpapatalo-ba-ang-bunso.html' title='winters&apos; memories'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SJv2qy5cktI/AAAAAAAAAGM/edmjc9RCHu8/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-2240864071173173066</id><published>2008-08-08T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:12:06.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovingly yours, Spring</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to start this letter, lalo pa't nakakasama ko naman kayo almost every week. Magkwento na lang siguro ako nang kahit ano pumasok sa kokote ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, napansin niyo naman siguro na medyo preoccupied ako. Ang dami nangyari sa kin.. from the point na magbreak kami ni M 'till the point na magkaissue kay B at siyempre, yung issue about my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know yet how to put things in their right directions... pero maybe this is the time that I need to make a stand - after all, dun rin naman yun pupunta. Hay... Goodluck talaga sakin sa Sabado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn, at first I must admit hindi ikaw yung tipo na makikihalubilo sa isang hamak na katulad ko. The first time I joined the TA group, I always see you as part of a circle of friends tapos ako nasa isang sulok, nakatameme...tahimik lang, kulang na lang abutan ng barya. Ü Pero siyempre, iba na ngayon... sa ating apat, ikaw ang tumatayong Guardian (literal na Guardian ah)! Lovelife wise, career wise, maturity of life - madalas dumedepende kaming tatlo sa 'yo. We all look up to you! Kaya your decisions, most often than not, do make sense. Minsan, nafifeel ko na you always want to be with others kahit pa andiyan na kami - kumpleto tayo. Seloso ako kaya madalas hindi na lang ako umiimik. Minsan iniisip ko, its not Summer who is insensitive - si Autumn. Minsan gusto ko na magtanong..."seryoso kaya sila pag sinasabi nilang plastic ako, do they really mean it?" Ewan ko ba pero ako, mas masaya talaga ako kahit tayong apat lang ang magkakasama - no great walls, no secrets, no hooks! Bulgaran talaga! Hubaran ng pagkatao! Bastusan! Barubal kung barubal... pero at the end of the day, yun pala ang namimiss ko. Sa ating apat, sorry pero si Autumn ang pinakamatalino! Masikreto nga lang... Hehe! It was not Winter who is timid, si Autumn pa rin yun - pero pag bumanat yan, hala lagot! For sure may kasunod ng Patrol yan. Naaalala mo pa ba ang Baguio escapade natin (ay namin pala kase inunahan mo kami...haha). Autumn, you always make sense to me. Whatever that is, siguro tama ka nga... i'll just accept you kahit ano pa 'yun. Mahal kita eh.. yun kasi yun! Huwag mo ko iwan Autumn ah..Labs ka ni Spring eh. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter, hindi ku maalala na kasama ka pala sa Pool Party ng TA sa Laguna until nakareceive ako ng invite sa TA... so happen na naging member ka rin that time. Pano na nga ba uli tayo naging close? Oo na sige na... I was clueless then kung sino si Artie nun...Pero I must admit, ikaw ang una kong naging close among all others. Ewan ko, siguro kasi pareho tayong my dugong Kabalen. Mekeni! Mekeni! I never thought na magiging ganito tayo kaClose. Isa ka pa! "Do you really mean it pag sinasabihan mo kong plastic?". Hahahaha...natatawa talaga ako pag may bago tayo nakita taz bulungan na tayo...inookray na yung tao. Hahaha..so mean! Eh yung eksena ka Mike ni Autumn...naaalala mo pa ba? Hahaha..muntik ka na ba mawiwi nun sa takot? Eh yung habol ng habol sa tin sa isang bar sa may Shaw? At nakita natin yung Dean ng school mo sa...ahem.. ahem.. Badtrip nun! bulilyaso ang lakad! Sayang ang miles! Hmfpt! Amongst the four of us, ikaw nga ang pinakabata pero ikaw naman ang pinakamaraming experience. Hanep, saan ka man mapunta...nagugulat na lang ako at may kakilala ka.. at siyempre, may magic spiel ka..."bago lang ako dito" o kaya naman "ahem..ngayon lang ako pumunta dito". Ching* Pero lahat ng ito hinahanap-hanap ko. Specially during those days na medyo busy ang lahat tapos wala munang time para magkita-kita tayo. Buti na lang wala ka pa sa Ireland/Canada! Tama si Autumn, you're one of the sweetest (but i am the most! hahaha..ayaw talaga patalo!) Mahirap na siguro makahanap ng isang Bunsong katulad mo! If Autumn was the Guardian, ikaw naman ang Guradian Angel of the Devil.. wala lang! Btw, napuyat talaga ako nang husto during those times na may quick count tayo regarding your Board Exam! Eng eng ka..  Pero I must admit... it was an achievement nung makita ko name mo on the list! It's all worth the puyats!  Alam mo naman... whenever you're happy, we are too! Sooner or later, or maybe someday... nasa Ireland/Canada ka na! Ganun talaga, magkakahiwalay tayo. But when the time comes, never let go of the good memories! Lahat ng ito, we will cherish! I love you, Bunso! Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer, among the 3 of you...you're the least i am expecting to be close with. Eh pano ba naman - mayabang! feeling! conceited, kala mo kung sino! weird! suplado! Mga badets kasi kayo eh..hmfpt! Pero heto tayo ngayon...tinatawanan na lang 'yung mga yun. Ü Kasi I get to know you more, I get to know who really Summer is (diba Brooke?  hahaha...erase! erase! erase!). Hindi mo talaga malalaman ang ugali ng isang tao until you reach to the point na lagi mu siya nakakasama. I'll stand to prove them wrong pag sinabihan ka nila with those words; they should know you better! Naaalala ko pa ang mga...! ching* wag na lang! Hehehe (hay naku for sure tumatawa si Autumn at Winter sa part na 'to). Sa ating apat, ikaw naman ang pinakaResponsible (aside from the fact na ikaw ang heartthrob...kuna paramihan lang ng EXs...aysows...panalong panalo ka!)..Kung meron man siguro na kilala ko ang pagkatao... ikaw yun! I mean the family background, and all. Thank you for sharing those to me, and I mean it! At ikaw naman pala si Guardian Devil of the Angel, kasi yung mga mababait napapasama mo! Hehehe..peace! I must also put credit dun sa sinabi ni Autumn na "you've changed"! Sobrang ibang-iba ka na talaga ngayon. Dati ni hindi ka malapitan..Aba! at ikaw na mismo ang lumalapit ngayon! San ka pa... Saan man tayo mapunta, I will still seek for you! Ang sarap ng pakiramdam pag inaakap mo na kami. You made us feel na you're proud of being with us - being part of us. Mainitin ang ulo mo kaya nga lagi tayo nagaaway, pero we just laugh at it at the end of the day. Hindi ko rin matitiis na mawala ka. Susmaryosep, hindi na kami makakahanap ng 6footer and bulol at baluktot ang dila! hehe Ü Ok na kami na ganyan ka ah...wala na masungit! We love you for who and what you are right now. 'pag iniwan mo kami...sige lang! magkakamatayan na tayo! Ay-ayatenka Summer! Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-2240864071173173066?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/2240864071173173066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=2240864071173173066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/2240864071173173066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/2240864071173173066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/08/lovingly-yours-spring.html' title='Lovingly yours, Spring'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-4973712643113179924</id><published>2008-08-07T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:11:03.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in Autumn's Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SJp2CRYX-OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AZZHH91BG0Q/s1600-h/autumn_leaf_brown%5B9%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="41" alt="autumn_leaf_brown" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SJp2DfbxYWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HTZlFv_P0s8/autumn_leaf_brown_thumb%5B7%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="40" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer is the one I've known the longest. Although last year lang kami naging close, I've been hearing a lot about him even before ko sya nakita. I guess it not wrong to say that &lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;Summer is the most controversial Season&lt;/font&gt; :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Daming kwento about Summer, like there was a clan that disbanded because of him, madaming nagkakagusto sa kanya, etc. etc. It's not his fault that people are attracted to him. Naiinis ako dati bakit masyado syang conscious of what other people think of him lalo na pag hindi totoo. Pero naintindihan ko na din na pag lagi ka pinaguusapan and gossip is mostly false, you have to protect your reputation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;Summer is the one who has changed the most&lt;/font&gt;. Dati sobrang intolerant of other people sya. Pag ayaw nya sayo, ayaw talaga. Mayabang na suplado pa. But now, kitang kita yung difference - He was always kind to the Seasons - but now mas tolerant siya of others.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;Swerte yung mga taong Summer considers as a friend&lt;/font&gt;. I never understood before bakit madami nagkakagusto sa kanya, I mean kahit na goodlooking ka pero masungit naman... :p pero once pala naging close mo si Summer and you see how sweet and caring kaya nya maging whether to his friends or partner you'll really feel special. (PS: tama si Spring. Pag inakap ka ni Summer matutunaw ka talaga... kasi hindi sya plastic kaya pag nag pakita sya ng caring totoong totoo yun)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He always says He's insensitive.... The Seasons know that's not true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting          &lt;br /&gt;and autumn a mosaic of them all.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Stanley Horowitz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-4973712643113179924?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4973712643113179924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=4973712643113179924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/4973712643113179924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/4973712643113179924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-in-autumn-eyes.html' title='Summer in Autumn&amp;#39;s Eyes'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SJp2DfbxYWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HTZlFv_P0s8/s72-c/autumn_leaf_brown_thumb%5B7%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-5822276319828475453</id><published>2008-08-07T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:09:52.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter in Autumn's Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SJp1XTMRoZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YzDl7D64CvI/s1600-h/autumn_leaf_brown%5B5%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="41" alt="autumn_leaf_brown" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SJp1Yhpf4GI/AAAAAAAAAF4/P7fzJYe3xCA/autumn_leaf_brown_thumb%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="40" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Si bunso. Kung isa lang sa kanila makakasama ko on any given time, it has to be Winter. If i spend the day with Spring, parang naiilang ako kasi hindi ko alam kung ano talaga ang gusto nya - agree nalang ng agree; pag si Summer naman lagi kami may debate. Kay Winter parang balanced - we argue about somethings and sinasabi nya kung anong gusto at ayaw nya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;Sya yung heartbreaker&lt;/font&gt;. Ewan ko ba, in the one year that I've been with them, si Winter ata mataas ang percentage ng napaiyak. At sya din ang kung saan saan na nakapunta! Laro kung laro but serious when serious.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can't forget those few days na inaantay namin yung results ng board exams ni Winter. Parang mas tense pa ata ako (well si Spring ang pinaka kabado) kesa kay Winter. Envious ako nun, Wish I had that support when I took my boards :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Even if he's the youngest, &lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;he's the one who usually brings the other 3 of us to our senses&lt;/font&gt; when things are going out of control. The voice of reason at yung peacemaker - that's Winter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By the way, don't believe him when he says his heart is frozen :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting          &lt;br /&gt;and autumn a mosaic of them all.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Stanley Horowitz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-5822276319828475453?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/5822276319828475453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=5822276319828475453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/5822276319828475453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/5822276319828475453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/08/winter-in-autumn-eyes.html' title='Winter in Autumn&amp;#39;s Eyes'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SJp1Yhpf4GI/AAAAAAAAAF4/P7fzJYe3xCA/s72-c/autumn_leaf_brown_thumb%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-8335000041176822512</id><published>2008-08-07T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:07:18.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in Autumn's Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SJp08TXaEAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/M4uCfkXA-fU/s1600-h/autumn_leaf_brown%5B5%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="41" alt="autumn_leaf_brown" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SJp09IQgsXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6Ko4mc_62Y4/autumn_leaf_brown_thumb%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="40" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Among the 3, Spring is the one I think I know the least about and also whom I least understand. Kahit marami syang comments about others, &lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;sya yung taong papayag nalang s gusto ng iba to avoid conflcts and confrontations&lt;/font&gt; (pero madami syang comment). Nakakainis sa kanya ay clueless ata sya about the people na nagkakagusto sa kanya. Although Summer appears to attract more people, in reality equal sila ni Spring. Summer is the type that people stare at and try to catch the attention of while Spring is the type that people steal glances at.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Short term memory talaga sya pagdating sa faces &amp;amp; names. If you're one of those Spring can't recall, don't take it personally. You have to do something extraordinary to get remembered :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Among the 4 of us, sya yung hopeless romantic. &lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;I think Spring still believes in &amp;quot;happily ever after&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt; (I know cynical ako). As a friend, you can't count on him to point out your mistakes instead those mistakes are overlooked and you're still accepted irregardless of them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You know I'm not the kind of friend who can just sit quietly by your side nor am I good at listening (si winter ata yun). But the friendship is cherished and appreciated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting          &lt;br /&gt;and autumn a mosaic of them all.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Stanley Horowitz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-8335000041176822512?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/8335000041176822512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=8335000041176822512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/8335000041176822512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/8335000041176822512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/08/spring-in-autumn-eyes.html' title='Spring in Autumn&amp;#39;s Eyes'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SJp09IQgsXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6Ko4mc_62Y4/s72-c/autumn_leaf_brown_thumb%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-7675287157956736789</id><published>2008-08-04T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:42:30.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refusing to Lead</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SJbyax65d5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/vryJloayVxY/s1600-h/autumn_leaf_brown11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="41" alt="autumn_leaf_brown" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SJbybi9GeRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1rgK03O-8Ms/autumn_leaf_brown_thumb7.gif?imgmax=800" width="40" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know there were many things I said that hurt. Most of them unexpected. That's one of my weaknesses... I never learned how to function properly in group activities and projects if I was in a leading role.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its easy for me to follow instructions and complete tasks assigned to me, but if i'm the one assigning tasks that's a completely different story.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Elementary... High School... same thing. That's why when I entered college I avoided joining any organization and I rejected any position aside from being a member if I did join.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm sorry for the way I acted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting          &lt;br /&gt;and autumn a mosaic of them all.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Stanley Horowitz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-7675287157956736789?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/7675287157956736789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SJbybi9GeRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1rgK03O-8Ms/s72-c/autumn_leaf_brown_thumb7.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-3810879990498692747</id><published>2008-06-20T22:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:22:02.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buhay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SFvD1TNE1wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iAP3vDugVXE/s1600-h/fs2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213976314067080962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SFvD1TNE1wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iAP3vDugVXE/s200/fs2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sa buhay, dumarating mga bagay na kala natin... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ayun na magdadala satin ng kasayahan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pero patuloy parin tayong naghahanap ng mga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bagay na inaakala natin maduduot satin ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;matinding kasayahan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hanggang isipin natin na iwan na ang unagng nagpasaya satin... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;madami tayong hinahangad.. na di na natin napapansin ang mga bagay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;na hinahanap natin, nasa atin na pala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SUMMER, madaming naiingit sayo.. magandang mukha, tindig na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lalong nagpapakita na ikaw ay ikaw.. di man nila napapansin.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o hindi man nila alam na meron kang napakaganda ding kalooban..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;at nagpapasalamat ako.. kami... na naparamdam mo ang kabutihan mo samin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SPRING, matalino ka.. wala kang dapat baguhin kung ano ka ngayon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;alam namin na ang mga bumabagabag sayo ang dahilan kung bakit mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pilit binabago kung ano ka.. pero tulad ni summer... ikaw ay ikaw.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;alam namin sa likod ng iyong mga ngiti, nagtatago ang takot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pero sana, alalahanin mo.. andito kaming mga kapatid mo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;di mo kailangang magtago samin.. dahil handa kaming hawakan ang yong kamay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;at iyong maging gabay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AUTUMN, hindi nagtatagal ang kagandahang pisikal.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kahit pag pilitan ko na ako ang pinakamabait satin.. alam naming ikaw iyon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ang iyong mga pananaw sa buhay, na patuloy na nagbibigay ng liwanag sa aming mga isipan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ang mga simpleng hirit mo, na talagang kahit lumbay ay napapawi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mga ngiti mong laging nagbibigay samin ng inspirasyon.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;na mganda ang buhay kahit ano man o saan man kami naroroon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ako'y patuloy na nagpapasalamat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hindi ko kailangan ng magandang tindig..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hindi ko kailangan na maging matalino..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;at hindi ko din kailangang maging sobrang bait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dahil meron na ang mga kapatid kong seasons na mga ito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"ang ibat-iba nating pagkatao ang bubuo sa isa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;at ang isa ay tayong apat.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-3810879990498692747?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/3810879990498692747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=3810879990498692747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/3810879990498692747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36da097b03eee670" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36da097b03eee670%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330467255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80719B2AA379A0E82327074F348FF2DC845CA134.19B942DB38CCCD73332837783EB2C69960BD12DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36da097b03eee670%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2IwvzMrqUDsY3gKStmizI9T0EZs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed 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CHANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It’s about how true love waits for, hopes for and needs one more chance…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The moment I saw the trailer of a Filipino movie called &lt;strong&gt;One More Chance&lt;/strong&gt;, I already knew it would end up in my blog. I rarely feature filipino dramas or movies in here primarily because very few offer any English subtitle. I am so happy that the DVD versions of the recently released films from big production companies are already subtitled. This movie is set to be released next month.&lt;br /&gt;The movie stars &lt;strong&gt;John Lloyd Cruz&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Bea Alonzo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;In a nutshell, it’s a love story of two people who are in a relationship for 5 years but she found out that she needs to end it to find herself.  He begs her not to leave him but she didn’t listen. Then he moved on, butnot without having a hard time trying to get her back first and then when nothing is working, he let her go. In the process of finding herself, she realized that she can’t go on living without him so she tried to get him back only to find out that someone else is taking care of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The dialogue lines are heart wrenching that left me sighing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;She said: “Ten years from now, do you think we will still be like this?”&lt;br /&gt;He said: “11, 12, 13, 14 forever and ever!”&lt;br /&gt;She said: “Promise?”&lt;br /&gt;He said: “Promise!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When love ends…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: “Five years, you will throw it just like that?”&lt;br /&gt;She said: “I need to do this. You also need this.”He said: “But, you are the one I need.”&lt;br /&gt;She said: “I don’t even know if what I’m doing is right anymore, but what I know is that I need to end this.”&lt;br /&gt;He said: “Basya, do you still love me?”&lt;br /&gt;She said: “Popoy, I’m sorry…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you still can fix it, try, but if this is really what both of you need…then just be strong, it will be hard and painful but hopefully all the pain would be worth it…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long should you hold on…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: “Five minutes…just five seconds…promise”! 1…2…3…4…please…5&lt;br /&gt;How soon should you let go…&lt;br /&gt;He said: “Bas…”&lt;br /&gt;She said: “Popoy, this is Mark, my new officemate. Mark, this is Popoy.”&lt;br /&gt;Mark: “Hi, I’m Mark.”&lt;br /&gt;He said: “Not so nice to meet you. Why are you so dead-set in getting a new boyfriend?”&lt;br /&gt;Mark: “Please, stop it”.&lt;br /&gt;He said: “You’re just hunkier than me but you won’t be able to pinned me down!”&lt;br /&gt;She said: “Popoy, please go home!”&lt;br /&gt;He said: “I love you so much and it is so painful”!&lt;br /&gt;——————————-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you move on…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you realized that HE is still the one, but then he got someone new..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: “I am the one who wanted it, right? but why does it hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;She said: “The truth is, up to this day, I am still hoping  that you’ll tell me that I am still the one, let me be the one, let me be your only one again.”&lt;br /&gt;He said: “She loved me at my worst. You had me at my best and you chose to break my heart…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For anyone who has loved and lost…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;~SPRING~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-1930158714064541774?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=36da097b03eee670&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/1930158714064541774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=1930158714064541774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/1930158714064541774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/1930158714064541774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-more-chance.html' title='One More Chance'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-543879292485319126</id><published>2008-05-14T09:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:27:22.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is rich and who is poor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SCo_2o2su2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/EmTEkA8PdV4/s1600-h/Seasons1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200038927664986978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SCo_2o2su2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/EmTEkA8PdV4/s200/Seasons1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It was great, Dad." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh yeah," said the son. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So, tell me, what you have learned from the trip?" asked the father. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The son answered: "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We buy our food, but they grow theirs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boy's father was speechless. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then his son added, “Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appreciate every single thing you have! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Life is too short and friends are too few." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK GOD, I HAVE SEASONS TOO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-543879292485319126?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/543879292485319126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=543879292485319126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/543879292485319126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/543879292485319126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-is-rich-and-who-is-poor.html' title='Who is rich and who is poor?'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SCo_2o2su2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/EmTEkA8PdV4/s72-c/Seasons1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-766178127479496543</id><published>2008-05-13T10:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:15:12.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SCj7bI2su1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/iNef1KEiqhw/s1600-h/Prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199682213451184978" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SCj7bI2su1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/iNef1KEiqhw/s320/Prayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I’ve asked you one thing and you showered me more than I could think of. And now…It’s my turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been how many months (November 28, 2007) and it's now I know it's time for a circle of appreciation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now, it’s time for me to give back the blessings a praises. Attend to the real reason why I join Seasons. Perhaps, too late for me but not for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You might have placed me here in Seasons: To make me ready for a bigger world. To make me more confident and more efficient. To develop more of my sense of responsibility towards other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But I could never be ME without You and the other Seasons that I am with. The three of them who taught me how to walk until I could run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let these three people understand and feel that they are not forgotten - &lt;strong&gt;Summer, Winter, Autumn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer &lt;/strong&gt;For letting me experienced a selfless love even just for while. My imperfections have been molded. Through him, I have learned to accept reality - that sometimes, we just really have to be thankful for what we have and not ask for anything more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winter &lt;/strong&gt;For understanding and patience. The warmth of his sweetness The ever-boring jokes that made us laugh. Life could never be as happy Unless I live it, the Winter way - simple but with directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A&lt;strong&gt;utumn &lt;/strong&gt;Which took me only a day to know how great he works, my salute. Who might frown at times, but whose laughter would say, “everything’s gonna be alright.” He really is The Doctor. He is The Healer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer, Winter, Autumn&lt;/strong&gt; Who despite the heavy loads, We're able to give friendship and kept our generosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That though we won’t be seeing each other that often. May we value the times. The triumphs and struggles. Simply, the Seasons' way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It’s my pleasure to spend life with them! Bless them. Guide them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-766178127479496543?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/766178127479496543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=766178127479496543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/766178127479496543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/766178127479496543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/05/springs-prayer.html' title='Spring&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SCj7bI2su1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/iNef1KEiqhw/s72-c/Prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-4367839711496240313</id><published>2008-05-01T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:59:19.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Good As It Gets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SBnoktnRYmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y3ProFpPOmA/s1600-h/autumn_leaf_brown%5B6%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="41" alt="autumn_leaf_brown" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SBnoltnRYnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5XO6lFF1ATs/autumn_leaf_brown_thumb%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="40" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A year ago I made &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://comingout-clean.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;this post&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt; about my then 2-year relationship. Basically I wanted more than what the person could offer. I knew I was loved, but I wanted to feel that I was, not just know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;I let go of that person then. But that was the person I really really wanted things to work out with. I wanted be content with what I had. I tried to rationalize that physical expressions of affection - hugs, cuddles, kisses, an arm on your shoulder was not as important as loyalty and KNOWING that I am loved.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;But I couldn't be content. I let go. I wasn't the only one who got hurt.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yosigo/211174473/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="294" alt="sad" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SBnomtnRYoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dhp7BGSBMgE/sad%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Now, after a year we crossed paths again. &lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Everything feels the same&lt;/font&gt;. I haven't lost any feelings I had before. Everything and everyone around me just vanishes whenever we're together. I know I've been missed as well. I know that we both want to say that things will be the same again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Nothing has changed&lt;/font&gt;. That's what's holding me back. Nothing has changed. I am still loved but I want to feel it, too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;There's always this question: &amp;quot;would you rather be with someone you love? or with someone who loves you?&amp;quot; - I always answer, &amp;quot;with the one I love.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;Then why is it so difficult now?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting          &lt;br /&gt;and autumn a mosaic of them all.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Stanley Horowitz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-4367839711496240313?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/4367839711496240313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=4367839711496240313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/4367839711496240313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/4367839711496240313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-good-as-it-gets.html' title='As Good As It Gets'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SBnoltnRYnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5XO6lFF1ATs/s72-c/autumn_leaf_brown_thumb%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-7851025857242747561</id><published>2008-05-01T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:08:50.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PANAHON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SBnM-9nRYlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XloCSGtMz_Q/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195409027211813458" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SBnM-9nRYlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XloCSGtMz_Q/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sa aming anyo kayo'y di magtataka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sa aming ugali mang iba iba..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tunay na pagkakaibigan ang nasimulan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;magkakaiba man ang nakagisnan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sabihin man ng iba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;kami'y mga isnabero..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ngunit ugali nami'y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sadyang maginoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hahaha... teka.. lubha yatang akong naging makata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nawa'y wag mabahala at ituloy lamang ang inyong pagbasa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nagsimula ang aming samahan ng ako at si SPRING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ay makapagkwentuhan.. nakilala ang bawat isa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;at naging magkaibigan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;namasdan naming itong si AUTUMN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;na may busilak na kalooban..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;at naisama na sa aming samahan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hanggang si SUMMER ay nakilala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nakagaanan na din ng loob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sa bawat lakad na kay saya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sa mga tawanan na nauubusan ng hininga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sa lungkot na dinaranas ng isa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nadarama ng bawat isa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;lubos akong nagagalak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sa lakad ng aking buhay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;silay nakadaupang palad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nawa'y magatagal ang aming samahan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;magkaiba man ang panahon na aming kinaroroonan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mga kapatid ko... mahal ko kayew....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;......WINTER.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-7851025857242747561?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/7851025857242747561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=7851025857242747561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/7851025857242747561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/7851025857242747561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/05/panahon.html' title='PANAHON'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/SBnM-9nRYlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XloCSGtMz_Q/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896536819586364137.post-9218561910827769963</id><published>2008-04-27T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T01:37:43.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons: the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SBSaStnRYSI/AAAAAAAAABY/aCGMSJu6LKQ/s1600-h/Seasons%20the%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px; border-right-width: 0px" height="266" alt="Seasons the" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SBSaU9nRYTI/AAAAAAAAABk/lWhel_LVf2I/Seasons%20the_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SBSc3dnRYYI/AAAAAAAAACM/dn3s4lxVdBA/s1600-h/autumn_leaf_brown%5B19%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="40" alt="autumn_leaf_brown" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SBSa2NnRYXI/AAAAAAAAACU/TeLywYjuhAk/autumn_leaf_brown_thumb%5B13%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="40" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They say that one reason people become good friends is &lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;if they come together during difficult times&lt;/font&gt;. Maybe that was the reason we became good friends. Summer I was already acquainted with, but I don't recall how I got acquainted with Spring and Winter (maybe they'll give their own version). I guess it was during Spring's birthday and the issues that followed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyhow, I was having trouble with my relationship. Spring was frustrated with his and I think Winter just wanted to go out that Saturday night..... (hey guys can we post what happened here? hehe).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A few days later, Summer suddenly showed up. He was also having problems with his personal life... and so Seasons was formed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of course that's the short version of the story - see future posts for details :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting        &lt;br /&gt;and autumn a mosaic of them all.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Stanley Horowitz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896536819586364137-9218561910827769963?l=sea4sons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/feeds/9218561910827769963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6896536819586364137&amp;postID=9218561910827769963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/9218561910827769963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896536819586364137/posts/default/9218561910827769963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sea4sons.blogspot.com/2008/04/seasons-beginning.html' title='Seasons: the Beginning'/><author><name>Seasons ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11893003642150829365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uitb6XwzEB8/Sgft0vEowgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pyQHvFhILJE/S220/Bawol5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/sssseasonssss/SBSaU9nRYTI/AAAAAAAAABk/lWhel_LVf2I/s72-c/Seasons%20the_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
