<?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-11089248</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:11:11.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>into the stream...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowingwaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11089248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowingwaters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>reyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294162521671605979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11089248.post-112181950342304060</id><published>2005-07-19T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:00:14.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT WAS'NT NICE neither was it bad</title><content type='html'>this is how it's going to be this tough&lt;br /&gt;could't wait to finish these days of blues and red flags,&lt;br /&gt;the white one's still in my pocket,&lt;br /&gt;atleast i haven't decided on it yet, completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got into a ship i didn't know where it's goin'&lt;br /&gt;did not even thought who the captain&lt;br /&gt;this has been the longest days for me&lt;br /&gt;since the last board examination.&lt;br /&gt;little did i knew the kind of men on board.&lt;br /&gt;i knew it's got to be a fun fare,&lt;br /&gt;in a solitary way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ship going through the tides in an invisible road&lt;br /&gt;journeying the roughest direction&lt;br /&gt;like huck who did not even know where the mississippi ends.&lt;br /&gt;an adventure i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my excitement is all over my nerves and stomach.&lt;br /&gt;considering i will be having new friends&lt;br /&gt;and an environ to match my nature.&lt;br /&gt;a stadium to perform my worth run the race and place on a good mark.&lt;br /&gt;a study room to learn new things&lt;br /&gt;and continue my hunger for education and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have been in love with this suspected niche&lt;br /&gt;with its name and all the flowers&lt;br /&gt;and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;it could've been the turning point of a life&lt;br /&gt;started in tupsy turvy and selfishness...&lt;br /&gt;and idealism.&lt;br /&gt;when all we knew it was going to be another disney&lt;br /&gt;or spielberg movie&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days were dry crying days of regret...&lt;br /&gt;did i made the wrong choice by pushing in to a wrong door?&lt;br /&gt;and actually not giving the other door a second look,&lt;br /&gt;or atleast a glance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had new friends here.&lt;br /&gt;that i cannot deny.&lt;br /&gt;great new acquaintances of new faces.&lt;br /&gt;i love the race.&lt;br /&gt;i love some people.&lt;br /&gt;i did not like most,&lt;br /&gt;including the boat.&lt;br /&gt;until now,&lt;br /&gt;i am still in the dillema of a monster i myself created&lt;br /&gt;or welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was luck or adaptibility&lt;br /&gt;that made me see in the optimistic way,&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the source.&lt;br /&gt;for giving me a grip to hang on&lt;br /&gt;and to persevere under trial.&lt;br /&gt;they atleast gave me a reason to conceal my anger&lt;br /&gt;to be able to show a false smile atleast.&lt;br /&gt;and, yes, atleast... i can still smile or continue the mile...&lt;br /&gt;haha or the meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually this is a list of thank yous. to:&lt;br /&gt;jane...&lt;br /&gt;for being there always to share my life with.&lt;br /&gt;for her patience and concern...&lt;br /&gt;including financing and guidance counselling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunt sani and hubby...&lt;br /&gt;for adopting me in their beautiful home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rj and joan...&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me-an... and the baby&lt;br /&gt;she's such a blessing&lt;br /&gt;and another blessing in process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mil and jim...&lt;br /&gt;keeping things worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baron... yah, best friend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;net, bob, benj, aster, pao, satanas...&lt;br /&gt;always something there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuyas william, dex and anthony&lt;br /&gt;i-red horse na natin to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regie and jea&lt;br /&gt;ur my best supporters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy, yca and ysa...&lt;br /&gt;my cheerleaders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be forgetting some people...&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to conrado&lt;br /&gt;in pace requiscat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe, elaine and nina&lt;br /&gt;for being at my side in the most literal way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sales and marketing group...&lt;br /&gt;ang babaet ninyo... thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mama...&lt;br /&gt;M.Y.M.P.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still on the initial stage of loving this prefabricated world...&lt;br /&gt;one day... yes, one day...&lt;br /&gt;i'll have the chance to live a life of my own,&lt;br /&gt;a world of our own...&lt;br /&gt;what dreams may come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of don quixote... i may be as stupid as him,&lt;br /&gt;but i won't deny i'm enjoying life and will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however people may see me...&lt;br /&gt;i don't like this prefabricated world but i love to make it my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, comrade.,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=== reyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11089248-112181950342304060?l=flowingwaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowingwaters.blogspot.com/feeds/112181950342304060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11089248&amp;postID=112181950342304060' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11089248.post-111293667786185987</id><published>2005-04-07T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T02:07:06.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Karol's Death</title><content type='html'>Suddenly... he just past away...&lt;br /&gt;Striking... He is one person I most admire in my era.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, what else can we do but accept it... death is&lt;br /&gt; unstoppable once it knocks to our doors, it comes in&lt;br /&gt;before you can even open... the best way perhaps to&lt;br /&gt;prepare ourselves for death is to open all our windows&lt;br /&gt;to the world and have your heart shared with our fellow.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly... he just past away...&lt;br /&gt;Shivering... It was so hard to accept, actually, it was&lt;br /&gt;almost hard for me and to others as well to believe that&lt;br /&gt;the goodman is gone. Astonishing that is... Maybe, it&lt;br /&gt;would be easy to prepare ourselves for ourselve's death&lt;br /&gt;because if it comes, we just let it devour us and we endure&lt;br /&gt;the pain... But what if, we are the ones being left&lt;br /&gt;behind? We don't know what to do. Like a herd without&lt;br /&gt;a shepherd we shall lose ourselves in the wilderness and,&lt;br /&gt;or, to the wolves.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly... he just past away...&lt;br /&gt;what else could we do but be the same passive person doing&lt;br /&gt;nothing for nothing's sake... bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly... he just past away...&lt;br /&gt;Contemplate... on the man. And be like him, I mean, live&lt;br /&gt;like him and share his legacy. Not the same passive us, but&lt;br /&gt;the truth in the eyes of a plenty.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly... 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Death'/><author><name>reyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05294162521671605979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11089248.post-110957921178731489</id><published>2005-02-28T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T00:26:52.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>am a blogger now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bagong salta ika nga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;am a blogger now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;di ko pa gaanong ma-feel and essence of being such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but im enjoying narin ng konti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;thanks to jim for introducing it to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;la pa ako masyadong maisip ilagay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;syempre excited kaya dapat yung maganda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;achussss..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;basta, il try to publish something good next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;atleast this is better than doing nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;better than those ka-cheapan in the internet atleasdt my meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and it will somehow inspire and make a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kung bakit into the stream ito... ewan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;il figure it out and it must be soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that's to unravel the real me (drama!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and give you an insight of the most wonderful personality in local industry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(ano daw?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(industry ng alin?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;watchever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to all the quibrangers out there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;check this thing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;mwahmwahmwahlicious everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11089248-110957921178731489?l=flowingwaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11089248.post-110957733615927722</id><published>2005-02-27T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T23:55:36.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Entering and becoming 'It'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;of the most wonderful things that happen in one's life is the coming into existence. a puzzling idea but an evidence of the world's grandeur! a newly created composition whose literature is beyond compare. of romance and mystery, destined to live a mark, a fulfillment of the ancestors' prophecies and thy decendants' legacy. a zeal of truth and unparallelled personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the river divides it all. it all came one day, when a rush  filled the once serene stream. it added something into it and found something worthless of price... a companion of rise and fall of the bed's ripples. enjoyed the idea of oneness until it was later realized that they have become materially dependent on each other. catching each others fall and sharing each others rise. feeding on each others breath and lying in each others bossom. fornicated to create something that even the angels of the two separate worlds adored. luscious and simply filled with undying flame of hearts and spirits. euphoric, yes. holy, yes.&lt;br /&gt;then into the stream... came a different tune, a smooth harmony of two bloods into one. a part of the river made its a way apart from the source.&lt;br /&gt;it started by digging out a hole beneath the shelf and pouring with great might large amounts of liquid. digging with the earth excruciating in pain. until it broke and surfaced. a virgin stream grew beside the source. and it happened.&lt;br /&gt;the new stream made its own life.&lt;br /&gt;explored the environ around.&lt;br /&gt;conquered every land and flooded it with his authority.&lt;br /&gt;it swallows and 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