<?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-82876011912710201</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:37:26.781-07:00</updated><category term='haha'/><category term='random blah'/><category term='bernadine'/><category term='smile'/><title type='text'>SHH, I DONT EXIST.</title><subtitle type='html'>Simple scribbles to get those stupid voices out of my head.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JuvenileDelinquent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598786964402912792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/S-VJJ11pW1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3IaOc4Qv8T8/S220/CIMG0530(2).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82876011912710201.post-4165723737014966681</id><published>2009-08-29T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:24:14.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EARTH TO *****!</title><content type='html'>Oh i hate the fact that i've been missing you. funny, you know im sad cause of this guy, the thought of me being sad makes you crazy, and the fact that you dont know who he is drives you nuts. I told you to trust me, and well, you dont. But please, just do! Know why? Cause that guy, that guy that you envy so badly, is you :"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82876011912710201-4165723737014966681?l=unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/4165723737014966681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/08/earth-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/4165723737014966681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/4165723737014966681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/08/earth-to.html' title='EARTH TO *****!'/><author><name>JuvenileDelinquent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598786964402912792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/S-VJJ11pW1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3IaOc4Qv8T8/S220/CIMG0530(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82876011912710201.post-2417169992359219856</id><published>2009-08-04T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:45:15.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UHHM, WHAT? :O</title><content type='html'>This was funny. I was taking this quiz on facebook, then it said: "If you're single, take this quiz." It was pretty obvious i had nothing to do so i went for it. After a few minutes i got the results and here's what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Result: Stop Everything RIGHT NOW and call your "Back-Up Plan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congratulations, your Soul Mate is single, available right now and you have their phone number saved on your cell phone. You most likely talk to this person all the time. The problem is, you are too busy looking for that right person in all the wrong places. You have been dumped and disappointed countless times within the past few years, all because the people you've been chasing are too busy looking for their Mr or Mrs Right the same way you are. That is why you fail at love almost every time. But, you have 1 perfect partner in your life right now that you consider your 'back-up plan.' You don't want to attempt to date your 'Back-Up Plan' because if it doesn't work out then you are left starting from scratch. Its time to put that person center stage 'NOW' because it is quite possible that they are moving on and about to drop you totally. Who is that person you talk to regularly that may live out of town or isn't quite the 'winner' you're looking for, who always is honest, makes you feel good whenever you speak to them, has gone out of their way to accommodate you and would do anything for you if you asked? It's time to give them a call because you won't be able to much longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like whaaaaat?!? It was really weird since the answer was DEAD ON. I mean, no one's really being there recently. i dont know. i like certain guys, but, sometimes you never really feel like they're there for you you know? Ugh. But if the guy i'm waiting up for doesn't act soon i just might :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82876011912710201-2417169992359219856?l=unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/2417169992359219856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/08/uhhm-what-o_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/2417169992359219856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/2417169992359219856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/08/uhhm-what-o_04.html' title='UHHM, WHAT? :O'/><author><name>JuvenileDelinquent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598786964402912792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/S-VJJ11pW1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3IaOc4Qv8T8/S220/CIMG0530(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82876011912710201.post-8101430344891598003</id><published>2009-08-03T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T04:21:13.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGHS.</title><content type='html'>tap tap tap went my pen today. I couldn't take down notes for two reasons. One, there was just too much going on, and ironically, there was too much going on because THERE WAS NEVER REALLY ANYTHING GOING ON! (no, you won't get my point. If you wish to, just keep on readin')And two my body was practically screaming for sleep. But of course, i just had to attend another ten hour day didn't i? Looking around the room seeing stressed slash unhappy slash plastic-happy slash bitter faces. Oh great day filled with my sighs of emotions. The morning was mainly me sighing the oh-i-dont-want-to-go-to-school-anymore sigh. Then came lunch i had the oh-not-again sigh. Then there was my epic sigh which would be summed up to be the people-are-such-fckers sigh. That sigh basically filled up my ever so great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the day wasn't THAT bad. And the only reason that it wasn't that bad was because i was holding myself up. I had people who sympathized that they were fed up with it. They were sick of people screaming everyday saying something was wrong. Well guess what oh-so-biased-and-hypocrital people, you are the ones that are wrong okay? screaming everyday doesn't help if you won't even have the courage to accept that you have to scream into a fckin mirror once in a while. It doesn't hurt to admit you're the ones who have faults. Look around, don't just listen, and see with your own eyes where the the problem starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to talk okay? i know that. I'm not exactly nice, nor am i quiet. But if you say that I'm a coward for not speaking up, well, if you were as smart as they say you guys are, you'd know how much of a hypocrite i'd be if i make it a big deal in my life. Cause the problem was, there wasn't a prolem at first, THEN YOU MADE A BIG DEAL OUT OF IT. I care for you yes, but it's too much! You're taking too much, admit it, you can't handle the pressure. Every single one of us, as a n individual, would sympathize with you, EVEN ME. But as a whole, making us like what you used to have would be hopeless. And you know why? BECAUSE WERE NOT THEM! Were not forcing you to compare, and quite frankly, at this point, no one's stopping you nor giving a damn if you do. I'm admitting, YOU ARE NOT A BIG PART OF MY LIFE. I CAN LIVE WITHOUT YOU.  But i'm not looking for a fight. I'm looking for a chance to speak up. Becauseof all the things i am, i can say im not a coward.  I dont hide behind tears, pity, and sympathy. You RELY on it. So please, talk. Talk with everyone. Hear theother side, 'cause you have to remember, THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE INCLUDED TOO! :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82876011912710201-8101430344891598003?l=unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/8101430344891598003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/08/sighs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/8101430344891598003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/8101430344891598003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/08/sighs.html' title='SIGHS.'/><author><name>JuvenileDelinquent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598786964402912792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/S-VJJ11pW1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3IaOc4Qv8T8/S220/CIMG0530(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82876011912710201.post-6358330316491171329</id><published>2009-07-21T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T05:38:15.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POSITIVE. POSITIVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/SmWy4l5JdoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6KBWbYok86k/s1600-h/Multimedia_Assignment__Montage_by_Double_O_J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/SmWy4l5JdoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6KBWbYok86k/s200/Multimedia_Assignment__Montage_by_Double_O_J.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360887616768669314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If i have to sum up this day in one word, I'd say RANDOM. Really. Today was like BLAH. But one thing got me pretty excited though. See we had this thing in RHGP where we had to write the top three choices for our college courses. I think its because we have to have this superrr-beyond-scary-for-me test later this year to see what we'd do best at. And on our senior year, we were to be divided based on our performance on our junior year, sectioning us into Fine arts, Physical Science, Business and Management, blablabla. So yeah that happened and my list was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Industrial Engineering&lt;br /&gt;2.Multimedia&lt;br /&gt;3.Commerce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was staring a my paper THE WHOLE TIME and my face was all ":|" I mean hello, college is a huge step! And writing a word on that stupid piece of paper could change your life. After talking to Ma'am Mae, i was finally set on multimedia. With my heart pouncing with my thoughts sulked in the fear of COMPETITION.  I mean, there are a lot of kids out there who are better with computers than i am. I'm just hoping i could live off the knowledge i have :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i admit i'm still having a hard time choosing. I've been researching and interviewing people and what not :]] I knoww i know! but im really nervous. what if i dont make the right decisions diba? GOSH. Oh well, might as well go with the flow and use what i know. Oh, that rhymed! :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82876011912710201-6358330316491171329?l=unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/6358330316491171329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/07/positive-positive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/6358330316491171329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/6358330316491171329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/07/positive-positive.html' title='POSITIVE. POSITIVE.'/><author><name>JuvenileDelinquent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598786964402912792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/S-VJJ11pW1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3IaOc4Qv8T8/S220/CIMG0530(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/SmWy4l5JdoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6KBWbYok86k/s72-c/Multimedia_Assignment__Montage_by_Double_O_J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82876011912710201.post-5924736289250227698</id><published>2009-07-19T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:18:18.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IM SORRY ALREADY :[</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/SmLTpKtWXJI/AAAAAAAAACw/Jsm7bCZLCuU/s1600-h/Alone_by_psychofunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/SmLTpKtWXJI/AAAAAAAAACw/Jsm7bCZLCuU/s320/Alone_by_psychofunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360079210726972562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messed up. BIG TIME :| I know you may never get to read this because you are too lazy to browse the net to begin with. Lol. But i wanted to let it out. I had no right to do what i did and I'm sorry. Of course i saw you on that day. Yes that day you knew that i knew. You wouldn't dare speak to me, glancing but always avoiding my stare. You may think that the way i look at you has changed since then, but no. It hasn't. Everyone keeps on convincing me that it wasn't my fault in the first place. That really, i had nothing to with it. But they don't know how it feels like to lose a friend too close to your heart. I would always miss your hugs and the times you make me happy. You're still that guy who made me smile when i had a bad day. You were that guy who relentlessly irritated me but would always be the first to feel if i wasn't in a good mood. You look after me, whether its about that guy i have a crush on but you'd rather punch him in the face instead, or its just me leaving my phone anywhere and you'd always remind me to glue it to my hands already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering if you already destroyed everything that reminded you of me, or when you'd actually be willing to speak to me. But if ever you finally decide that you never wanted anything to do with me ever again, know that you were, and would always be, a big part of who i am :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82876011912710201-5924736289250227698?l=unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/5924736289250227698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/5924736289250227698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/5924736289250227698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry-already.html' title='IM SORRY ALREADY :['/><author><name>JuvenileDelinquent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598786964402912792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/S-VJJ11pW1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3IaOc4Qv8T8/S220/CIMG0530(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/SmLTpKtWXJI/AAAAAAAAACw/Jsm7bCZLCuU/s72-c/Alone_by_psychofunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82876011912710201.post-6602988045349671815</id><published>2009-07-18T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:50:48.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO LOVE :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/SmIGAe6mD-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xoxu5Bwvmgc/s1600-h/pic.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/SmIGAe6mD-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xoxu5Bwvmgc/s320/pic.php" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359853111892905954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah yes, the loving voice of Gabe Bondoc has made me happy once again. Haha. If you know me well enough, you know how big of a crush i have on this guy. See, this dude from the US is a Pinoy with the most lovely voice you'll ever hear. He not only speaks fluent english (which is a total plus in itself), but he's like this angel that you can't help but smile to everytime you have your eye on him, or is that just my obsessively-politically-incorrect-fan-girl instincts kicking in? lol. I don't know how to explain it. But he makes me smile. Even if he is approximately 6975 miles away from me ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there is more to my obsession than meets the eye. There was this thing that happened that got me hooked on him. You see, i was listening to him all day when i finally had to post "I just love you @gabebondoc HAHAHA" in twitter. Then i refreshed the page, and who would've though that i'd get a reply?! Me? A reply?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. He said "@bernaaa &lt;33""&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/SmIJ-tBLviI/AAAAAAAAACo/cZFpPX92-Ds/s1600-h/tweet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/SmIJ-tBLviI/AAAAAAAAACo/cZFpPX92-Ds/s320/tweet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359857479365410338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND THAT TWEET GOT ME SMILING FOR 2 HOURS :]]]]]] that one little tweet made me ecstatic! but hello?! can you blame me? That boys adorable &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/gabebondoc"&gt;GABE'S YOUTUBE!(CLICK CLICK!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82876011912710201-6602988045349671815?l=unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/6602988045349671815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/6602988045349671815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/6602988045349671815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-love.html' title='HELLO LOVE :]'/><author><name>JuvenileDelinquent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598786964402912792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/S-VJJ11pW1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3IaOc4Qv8T8/S220/CIMG0530(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/SmIGAe6mD-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xoxu5Bwvmgc/s72-c/pic.php' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82876011912710201.post-3675671848187257465</id><published>2009-07-18T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:08:04.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A LESSON ON TIGHT ROPES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc36/iluuuv13/Losing_My_Way__by_Sweet_as_hell.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been struck by the feeling that something is... wrong? Nothing in particular might do, nothing that you can quite put your finger on. just an overwhelming sense that things in your universe has well, shifted. and even if the answer is right there, staring you straight in the eye, you still don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everythings been blurry and people are popping in and out of my life. The people i know and love are starting to change again. I mean, I'm happy for them, really i am. But, does that change require them to grow out of me too? I'll be here dears, but i wont be here forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82876011912710201-3675671848187257465?l=unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/3675671848187257465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-on-tight-ropes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/3675671848187257465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/3675671848187257465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-on-tight-ropes.html' title='A LESSON ON TIGHT ROPES.'/><author><name>JuvenileDelinquent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598786964402912792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/S-VJJ11pW1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3IaOc4Qv8T8/S220/CIMG0530(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82876011912710201.post-9216766346479338464</id><published>2009-07-18T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:05:33.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bernadine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>FIRST FIRST FIRST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hello there human, you are currently reading my firs blog on blogspot (YAY!).  Sadly, the only purpose of this blog is to test out if my layout works and to find out how it looks like. Follow me for more! &gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/82876011912710201-9216766346479338464?l=unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/feeds/9216766346479338464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-first-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/9216766346479338464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/82876011912710201/posts/default/9216766346479338464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenmiracles.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-first-first.html' title='FIRST FIRST FIRST!'/><author><name>JuvenileDelinquent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08598786964402912792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttgYsZ7_G20/S-VJJ11pW1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3IaOc4Qv8T8/S220/CIMG0530(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
