<?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-14970125</id><updated>2011-11-23T15:17:33.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the importance of being idle...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-4179489830357905826</id><published>2007-07-16T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T07:18:25.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dCo_Mp3RXE/Rpt93kyf1zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pwDljzeRHo0/s1600-h/Calvin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dCo_Mp3RXE/Rpt93kyf1zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pwDljzeRHo0/s400/Calvin.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087798597766862642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theparanoidandroid.motime.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Check out my new Blog now...&lt;/b&gt;&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/14970125-4179489830357905826?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/4179489830357905826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=4179489830357905826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/4179489830357905826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/4179489830357905826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2007/07/bye-bye-na.html' title='Bye bye na...'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dCo_Mp3RXE/Rpt93kyf1zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pwDljzeRHo0/s72-c/Calvin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-6479478554405057616</id><published>2007-06-28T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T06:52:08.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before it's too late...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wonder through fiction to look for the truth&lt;br /&gt;Buried beneath all the lies&lt;br /&gt;and I stood at a distance&lt;br /&gt;To feel who you are&lt;br /&gt;Hiding myself in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and the risk that might break you&lt;br /&gt;Is the one that would save&lt;br /&gt;A life you dont live is still lost&lt;br /&gt;So stand on the edge with me&lt;br /&gt;Hold back your fear and see&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real til it’s gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So live like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Love 'til you feel it&lt;br /&gt;It’s all that we need in our lives&lt;br /&gt;So stand on the edge with me&lt;br /&gt;Hold back your fear and see&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real 'til it’s gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hold on before its too late&lt;br /&gt;Until we leave this behind&lt;br /&gt;Don’t fall just be who you are&lt;br /&gt;It’s all that we need in our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It’s all that we need in our lives&lt;br /&gt;It’s all that I need in my life&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/14970125-6479478554405057616?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/6479478554405057616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=6479478554405057616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/6479478554405057616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/6479478554405057616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2007/06/before-its-too-late.html' title='Before it&apos;s too late...'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-627354151232441006</id><published>2007-04-10T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T06:17:21.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an Alien...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes more than combat gear to make a man.&lt;br /&gt;It takes more than a license for a gun.&lt;br /&gt;Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can,&lt;br /&gt;A gentleman will walk but never run...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, manners maketh man as someone said,&lt;br /&gt;Then he's the hero of the day,&lt;br /&gt;It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile.&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself no matter what they say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-627354151232441006?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/627354151232441006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=627354151232441006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/627354151232441006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/627354151232441006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-takes-more-than-combat-gear-to-make.html' title='I&apos;m an Alien...'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-7857729275163388864</id><published>2007-03-12T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T06:12:08.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div   style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; line-height: 95%;font-family:Tahoma,monospace,arial,system;font-size:28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;TWELVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;MONDAY  &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto; padding-top: 10px; width: 70%; text-align: center; line-height: 120%; font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things&lt;span style="background: rgb(204, 153, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: italic;"&gt;MAGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;learned today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. Varicella in pregnancy causes limb deformities &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. A vaginal ring is not like an ear ring or anything like that(and it isn't some sort of a piercing too..) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt; Elective tracheostomy should be done using horizontal incision &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. If something is so complicated that you can't explain it in 10 seconds, then it's probably not worth knowing anyway&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. Manny Pacquiao will definitely run for congress on May elections(sheeesh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i definitely should've asked for a bazooka on my birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="padding-top: 5px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 100%; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div    style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; opacity: 0.25; float: right; width: 150px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; line-height: 26px; text-align: right;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Georgia;font-size:28px;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="opacity: 0.75;"&gt;...If my mom and dad cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about me at all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;they'd buy me some infra-red &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="opacity: 0.9;"&gt;nighttime vision goggles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&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/14970125-7857729275163388864?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/7857729275163388864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=7857729275163388864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/7857729275163388864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/7857729275163388864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-3767755682828989987</id><published>2007-01-25T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T04:30:45.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;i never wanted to love you, but that's okay...i always knew that you'd leave me anyway. i asked my friends if they'd let me go out and play, they always said that you'd hurt me anyway. but its alright i never thought i'd fall in love again, its alright i look to you as my only friend... its alright i never thought that i could feel this something rising, rising in my veins..looks like it's happened again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;i never thought that you wanted for me to stay so i left you with the guys that came your way. but baby when i see you, i see me.i often thought that you'd be better off left alone. why throw a circle round a girl with broken bones...you said I always looked like I had something else on my mind. but when i try to tell you, you'd tell me never mind...i wanna tell you that i'll never love anyone else, you wanna tell me that you're better off by yourself..but baby when i see you, you see me...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;i'm going to wait here for you. If you go home to sleep, i will sleep in front of your house. and if you go away, i will follow you until you tell me to go away. then i'll leave. but i have to love you for the rest of my life...i wanted to tell you this but i was just so scared. like how scared i am to admit that i feel terrible whenever i'm missing you. i thought i lost you somewhere, but you were never really ever there at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm terribly missing you. i can't go on like this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-to baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-3767755682828989987?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/3767755682828989987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=3767755682828989987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/3767755682828989987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/3767755682828989987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-never-wanted-to-love-you-but-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-5588464233374509830</id><published>2006-12-18T04:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T05:49:09.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'twas the night before the uro quiz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dCo_Mp3RXE/RYaTy-K9_sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jAyW2DKsEHY/s1600-h/calvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dCo_Mp3RXE/RYaTy-K9_sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jAyW2DKsEHY/s320/calvin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009854139388001986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can't believe why i'm studying here when i should be out there enjoying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a big urology quiz tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't understand what i'm reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama si Doc,  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; 'di kasi kayo marunong ng anatomy and physiology e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..." (p*$@&amp;%!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala akong samplex...pucha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang nagtetext saken...nag-aaral lahat ng tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumaan na naman ung mamang nagbebenta ng mais sa labas...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;MAIST...MAIST...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;txt ni mamy: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;cai, kelan ka uuwi? di pa ako nagpadala ng pera mo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ripped the happy feet soundtrack i bought for jun2x...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uy, pucha nagtext si baby... "aaww ur so sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; mags...:)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inaantok nako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzZZzzZZZzzZZZzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/14970125-5588464233374509830?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/5588464233374509830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=5588464233374509830&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/5588464233374509830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/5588464233374509830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/12/twas-night-before-uro-quiz_18.html' title='&apos;twas the night before the uro quiz...'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dCo_Mp3RXE/RYaTy-K9_sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jAyW2DKsEHY/s72-c/calvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-647264993285914502</id><published>2006-11-21T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T02:46:40.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Du wirst verlieren</title><content type='html'>Please don't go crazy if i tell you the truth. No you don't know what happened and you never will if you don't listen to me while i talk to the wall. This blanket is freezing, it's been out in the hall where you've had me for hours 'till i'm sure what i want. But i want the same thing that i wanted before. So tell me brother, what's up? I won't stop, no way. Please keep your hands down and stop raising your voice, it's hardly what i'd be doing if you gave me a choice...Why can't you shoulder the blame? Because my shoulders are so heavy from the weight of us both. You're a big boy now so let's not talk about growth. You've not heard a single word that i've said...Please take it easy, it can't all be my fault. I haven't made half the mistakes that you've listed so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div    style="float: right; width: 150px; height: 5em; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; line-height: 18px; text-align: right;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Georgia;font-size:22px;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;...It took&lt;br /&gt;one look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;and forever lay out&lt;/span&gt; in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;One smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; then I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to be revived by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:grey;"&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my one and only you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;-for baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Several new things have happened the past few weeks and months.&lt;br /&gt;It's like being in a real turbulent ride and I was there, calmed and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;That or the other way around.. A peaceful instability or something.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't think anyone could ever figure it out, So lets leave it as that.&lt;br /&gt;The organized chaos that I had. Whew! Paradox and Irony at its best.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, a lot of things happened, some good, some bad, some bad went good,&lt;br /&gt;most good went bad, so on and so forth. But I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Point is, I'm all good now.&lt;br /&gt;I really, as in seriously hope to keep my life as it is right now. And I'm loving all that's been happening lately...thanks to my friends..(i'm loving all the surprises...) 'di nako nag-aral for OB2 quiz..Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang daming bago. apartment, subjects, kaibigan, libreng internet(haha), pinagkakaabalahan... *isa na lang kulang. haha. Pero nakakatuwa talaga, Pakiramdam ko ang lakas ko sa Taas, Sobra. =D&lt;/em&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/14970125-647264993285914502?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/647264993285914502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=647264993285914502&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/647264993285914502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/647264993285914502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/11/please-dont-go-crazy-if-i-tell-you_21.html' title='Du wirst verlieren'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-115967276074023117</id><published>2006-09-30T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:21:46.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never been better..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Suddenly I’m an aeroplane and&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Suddenly I was high,&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Suddenly you did not glitter at all...&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Suddenly I forgot your face and&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All of the things I liked.&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Finally I was able to control...&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Suddenly I’m a locomotive&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Glimmering in the sun.&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Suddenly I just felt like I had won.&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Over my loss of faith in kindness..&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Over my fear of you...&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hurting me time and again unintentionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I’m through with hurting you and&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You won’t like the answer..&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So...&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don’t ask me how I’m doin’&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I’ve never been better&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/14970125-115967276074023117?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/115967276074023117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=115967276074023117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/115967276074023117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/115967276074023117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/09/never-been-better_30.html' title='Never been better..'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-115967187748787066</id><published>2006-09-30T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:04:37.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get chills every morning&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;They                make me strong&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;They                make me strong&lt;o:p&gt;   &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;                &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;By                the lamp, by&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the table&lt;o:p&gt;                &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Your                clothes are gone&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm                all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;                &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;                &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;I                packed my bags for&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the                journey&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;You                said goodbye, our last goodbye&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;When                I'm gone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;will you miss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm                not letting go&lt;/span&gt;, i don't know&lt;o:p&gt;   &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;                  &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; While                the sun is out to play&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;I                look back and i just&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Wait                for you my love&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Until                the sun breaks free&lt;o:p&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-115967187748787066?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/115967187748787066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=115967187748787066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/115967187748787066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/115967187748787066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-get-chills-every-morning-they-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-115957788317429383</id><published>2006-09-29T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:06:50.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I wish we could go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; to the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; cause there's something missing from your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; We lost a lifetime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; when I disappeared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; now I am coming back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I wish I could fly, I know I can save us somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You thought you were safe and sound but you need a hero now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You gotta believe even with broken wings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I've come to your rescue and you can rescue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; Summer's the season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; but you're cold and freezing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; if there's a reason it's a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; When did I loose you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I need you to pull through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; the weight of the wo rld never felt so alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I wish I could fly, I know I can save us somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You thought you were safe and sound but you need a hero now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You gotta believe even with broken wings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I've come to your rescue and you can't rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE RESCUE - AMERICAN HI-FI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/14970125-115957788317429383?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/115957788317429383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=115957788317429383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/115957788317429383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/115957788317429383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wish-we-could-go-back-to-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-115292620615083055</id><published>2006-07-14T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:16:46.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Our deepest fear is not that we're inadequate. Our deepest fear is thst we are powerfull beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Our playing small does not serve the world, there is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were all meant to shine as children do, it's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fears, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm crazy...&lt;/span&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/14970125-115292620615083055?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/115292620615083055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=115292620615083055&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/115292620615083055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/115292620615083055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-deepest-fear-is-not-that-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-114546909653086658</id><published>2006-04-19T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T05:53:11.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 kicks, 1 bottle....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" See the curtains hangin' in the window, in the evenin' on a Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;A little light a-shinin' through the window, lets me know everything is alright.&lt;br /&gt;Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowin' through the jasmine in my mind. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...summer breeze..makes me feel fine..for the first time in nearly nine months, i woke up this morning not caring about anything...i'm 3rd year med next school year...( i worked my ass real hard for it, so back off! ) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?! Yeah, I think it's time to tint my car...Have it waxed na din siguro...I'm not home if someone calls. Or I could go out on a date or maybe sing some songs i hate...I can swim in someone's pool, jump a crane twelve storeys high, have a picnic in my room, or get outside and watch the moon...or maybe just sit here and get kicked again by tres cepas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/1600/DSC00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/320/DSC00002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 kicks...this baby sent me crawling to my room last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm glad that i'm finally able to say: SIMULAN NA ANG BAKASYON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little survey: What's the worst thing you wouldn't want to happen during your vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up for grabs is my Cueshit i mean Cueshe cd..(shit! i can't believe i actually bought it..orig yun..i bought it last august yata..hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run...I'll end this muna..I have to feed my robotic evil plants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Written on this day April 19, 2051&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/14970125-114546909653086658?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/114546909653086658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=114546909653086658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/114546909653086658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/114546909653086658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/04/3-kicks-1-bottle.html' title='3 kicks, 1 bottle....'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-114232931801998059</id><published>2006-03-14T01:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T01:41:58.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never thought i'd see the day...when love would finally come our way..Because baby, you and I both know that it had a long way to go. It never really was like this. I used to think you were a bitch, you really hated me way back then, we tried to keep it that way but can't... 'Cause now we hold the hands of those we used to hate...Call it stupid but i call it fate.. Now, you never fail to make me smile. My life with you is now worthwhile and all along I never knew...The day would come when I'll love you...'Cause now we hold the hand of those we used to hate...Call it stupid but i call it Fate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;...see i'm already missin' you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-114232931801998059?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/114232931801998059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=114232931801998059&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/114232931801998059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/114232931801998059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-never-thought-id-see-day_114232931801998059.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-114154131664543762</id><published>2006-03-04T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:48:37.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss you love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Millionaire say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a big shot deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And thrown it all away but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not too sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’m supposed to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what I’m supposed to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I’m not, not sure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To handle every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Make room for the prey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’cause I’m coming in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With what I wanna say but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A breeding ground for hate but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’m not, not sure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To handle everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the one that just past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the crowds of all the people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i miss you love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-silverchair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-114154131664543762?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/114154131664543762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=114154131664543762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/114154131664543762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/114154131664543762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/03/miss-you-love.html' title='miss you love...'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-114148805374799674</id><published>2006-03-04T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T08:00:53.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting older...and bitter?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentment; something that curses and loathes life, a feeling of being trapped, of having trusted and been fooled, of being the helpless prey of impotent rage, blind surrender, the victim of a savage, ruthless power that gives and takes away, enlists a man, and crowning injury inflicts upon him the humiliation of feeling sorry for himself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I believe in luck...How else can you explain the success of those you hate??&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/14970125-114148805374799674?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/114148805374799674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=114148805374799674&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/114148805374799674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/114148805374799674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/03/getting-olderand-bitter.html' title='Getting older...and bitter?!?'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-114084376951785075</id><published>2006-02-24T20:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:02:49.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You make your own dream. That's the Bill Gates' story, isn't it? Yeah that's what I'm saying now. Produce your own dream. If you want to save Iraq, go save Iraq. It's quite possible to do anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don't expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Batman or Bob Dylan or Superman to come and do it for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have to do it yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. That's what the great masters and mistresses have been saying ever since time began. They can point the way, leave signposts and little instructions in various books that are now holy and worshipped for the cover of the book and not for what it says, but the instructions are all there for all to see, have always been and always will be. There's nothing new under the sun. All the roads lead to success. And people cannot provide it for you. I can't wake you up. You can wake you up. I can't cure you. You can cure you...&lt;/span&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/14970125-114084376951785075?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/114084376951785075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=114084376951785075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/114084376951785075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/114084376951785075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-make-your-own-dream_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-114084195478870108</id><published>2006-02-24T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:21:54.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever he says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/1600/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 111px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/320/house.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-114084195478870108?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/114084195478870108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=114084195478870108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/114084195478870108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/114084195478870108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/02/whatever-he-says.html' title='Whatever he says...'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-113954302193085844</id><published>2006-02-09T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:43:41.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anong meron ang taong happy?!&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/14970125-113954302193085844?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/113954302193085844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=113954302193085844&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113954302193085844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113954302193085844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/02/anong-meron-ang-taong-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-113777392284939827</id><published>2006-01-20T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T08:18:42.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; So how were we intended to be?&lt;br /&gt;And how were we supposed to grow?&lt;br /&gt;So this is not the way&lt;br /&gt;And that is all we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it surrounds you cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Mankind can’t bear much reality&lt;br /&gt;And we go round and round&lt;br /&gt;In our search for dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the one to stay?&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the one to open our eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise with sun above muddy waters&lt;br /&gt;Look with a different eye&lt;br /&gt;Search for reality that we cannot see in our daily lives&lt;br /&gt;If you look then the truth will come to you, my friend&lt;br /&gt;How do we know where to begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re blinded by the way things are&lt;br /&gt;Then look to how it all should be&lt;br /&gt;So this is not the way&lt;br /&gt;And that is all we know&lt;br /&gt;How do we know where to begin?&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/14970125-113777392284939827?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/113777392284939827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=113777392284939827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113777392284939827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113777392284939827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-how-were-we-intended-to-be-and-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-113777204977785487</id><published>2006-01-20T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T07:48:44.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "The things that we're afraid of are gonna show us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what we're made of in the end.."&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/14970125-113777204977785487?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/113777204977785487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=113777204977785487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113777204977785487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113777204977785487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-that-were-afraid-of-are-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-113729349050930817</id><published>2006-01-14T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T18:51:30.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-113729349050930817?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/113729349050930817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=113729349050930817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113729349050930817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113729349050930817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2006/01/truth-is-that-our-finest-moments-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-113515279266954377</id><published>2005-12-20T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:38:53.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ubos na ang luha...sa langit at lupa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘Cause this angel has flown away from me&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me in drunken misery&lt;br /&gt;I should have clipped her wings&lt;br /&gt;And made her mine for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this angel has flown away from me&lt;br /&gt;Thought I had the strength to set her free&lt;br /&gt;I did what I did because I love her so&lt;br /&gt;Will she ever find her way back home to me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Heaven Knows(This Angel has Flown)&lt;br /&gt;by Orange and Lemons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song by Orange and Lemons..Not just because of the catchy melody but because it tells my story..Six months have passed and i've been doin' the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "There are times when I’m lying in my bed..How I bellow and cry from this stupid get. And my eyes are like windshields on a rainy day almost rubbed-out, swelling as I keep on digging my face in these cold hands of mine..Heaven knows how embittered I am.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been times when i nearly gave up, thinking nobody can ever replace a love, which seemed to me like almost incomparable..It wasn't that easy for me to let go..The memories of the past four years with her still plays like a James Bond film in my mind..It hurts deeper than i thought it did..It has not healed with time, It just shot down my spine..I can say that I've died a thousand deaths, i've cried gallons of tears, and i've spent so many sleepless nights..Before I finally convinced myself( with the help of some friends )  that it's time to raise the white flag and give up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m so tired, I feel like catching forty-winks&lt;br /&gt;            Being up all night in this elbow-room that puts me in a trance&lt;br /&gt;            Where hopes and dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;            Now, my lips are burning and my eyes are hurting&lt;br /&gt;            From these fumes I make, still I light another cigarette&lt;br /&gt;            Just to pass my time, oh, heaven knows how embittered I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to let go, and with that I started avoiding her..Though it pains me not to talk to her or even greet her in a crowd..It would be very stupid to say that I don't love her anymore because the truth is, I still do..I loved her so much..I can never imagine that one day these would happen..To see someone so dear to you trying so hard not to cry..I know because can i see in her eyes that she never meant it to be this way too..But things are so complicated specially with her family..If only i looked like Jackie Chan maybe things would be very different..Maybe there are many things that even I cannot explain but we both knew that this was the big sacrifice we have to make..I know she didn't want me to be completely out of her life because she offered friendship..But I respectfully declined..I know i can never be a friend to her..And we'll just keep on hurting each other until it comes to a point where we will never want to see each other again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where am i right now? I'm trapped inside yesterday where i'm living my life in fast forward just to catch up with today..Spending this shit good lifestyle with old friends, listening to an endless playlist of hard rock songs, started a band again, and starting a new life with my hands inside my empty pockets..Looking around to find that someone who deserves to be loved..And true enough i found them..I may not have a special someone this christmas, but i know i've shared love and happiness to those who really needed it the most..I may have died the whole six months but soon..I know, I will reincarnate and things will be a lot different..THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my true bestfriend, Gaie, i didn't understand why you have to leave all of us so soon. But now, I know that you have been assigned by GOD to guide me( am i too old for that?! )..I trully missed you and i know things could've been much easier with you around.."to touch you again with life in your hands.." I really really wished you were here..I will forever miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happiness is the realization that everything was, and is, exactly as it should be..&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/14970125-113515279266954377?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/113515279266954377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=113515279266954377&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113515279266954377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113515279266954377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/12/ubos-na-ang-luhasa-langit-at-lupa.html' title='Ubos na ang luha...sa langit at lupa..'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-113483055312102847</id><published>2005-12-17T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T06:42:33.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and the Flame..a dragon's tale..</title><content type='html'>Beyond the chains of mortality, pushing the envelope of the human mind and bending the boundaries of freedom, the dragon is a creature apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of ongoing research, seeking this most elusive of mythical monsters, I welcome you to the greatest story ever told..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon has long since been a creature of mystery; while dragons have widely been accepted as pure fantasy, there has always been an unsure element to their elusive existence, suggesting a corporal life. The dragon has never been physically present in our world, yet despite this we still question their non-existence and find ourselves drawn deeper into their mystery. For centuries, dragon existence has been the merging of human imagination, religious beliefs and popular folklore. Their existence has never been proved, yet the dragon remains tantalising close, bordering on the realm of fantasy and paranormal possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, there have been hundreds of miscellaneous sightings of strange creatures throughout the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one dragon we see every fridays..It was believed that this dragon came from a very prominent lineage..A family of dragons who once lived beside old Mcdonald's farm (hee hay hee hay ho)..and on his farm he had a dog and bingo was his name..B-I-N-G-O..Anyway, our dragon came into Mt. Uste and found a home in cave218..It's secret weapon is the knowledge about different drugs and their adverse effects..It can throw a barrage of questions in 1 minute..Dragon has a very powerful sidekick..KATZUNG!(n. kat-chung) Together they inflict fear upon those who want to conquer cave218..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-113483055312102847?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/113483055312102847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=113483055312102847&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113483055312102847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113483055312102847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/12/pride-and-flamea-dragons-tale_17.html' title='Pride and the Flame..a dragon&apos;s tale..'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-113456277236116433</id><published>2005-12-14T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T06:53:11.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Sinister and the lost scrolls..</title><content type='html'>Last monday my patience was once again tested..after long hours of listening to a lecture in virology, (i tried hard not to sleep this time by the way) something terribly wrong happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a quiz followed the lecture..it was a 5-point quiz and i knew i've done well..(Medtech ba ako!?) so i was happily discussing my anwers to my friends after the quiz, when i learned that my paper didn't reach Mr. Sinister(not his real fuckin' name) and that he wouldn't accept it because he thought that was cheating..(oh FUCK!) so i decided to approach him.. But as expected, he turned me down and told me to blame my classmates for being so careless..(oh FUCK again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating is never an option for me..since childhood, i've never done that because i believe that to know that we know what we know, and that we do not know what we do not know, is true knowledge..(Take that you Mr. Sinister you! and oh, FUCK YOU!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/400/sin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-113456277236116433?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/113456277236116433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=113456277236116433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113456277236116433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113456277236116433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/12/mr-sinister-and-lost-scrolls.html' title='Mr. Sinister and the lost scrolls..'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-113430106562318838</id><published>2005-12-11T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T03:37:45.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "It's the heart that's afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.. It's the dream that's afraid of waking that never takes the chance.. It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/1600/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/320/life.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the soul that's afraid of dying that never learns to live.."&lt;br /&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/14970125-113430106562318838?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/113430106562318838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=113430106562318838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113430106562318838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113430106562318838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-heart-thats-afraid-of-breaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-113420576529552074</id><published>2005-12-10T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T04:15:17.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter the Dragon..A true story. ( Part 1 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    It was one hell of a morning for our hero. He woke up early, studied his tactics, wore his lucky socks and went on for the journey..Bruno left his house with one thing in mind: Slay the Dragon..&lt;br /&gt;Our hero travelled across the vast emptiness of cubao to recto and finally reach the foot of the mountain where cave218 is situated..He arrived early, the dragon wasn't there yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Our hero prepared his traps before the dragon arrives..He hurriedly put out his visual aids and hung it on the board..And then...The dragon came...She was wearing a red scale this time..The dragon caught our hero off guard. He tried to fight back but the dragon blew fire from all directions..Bruno struggled but with one quick swing of his mighty pen, the dragon stepped back..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/1600/dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 202px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/400/dragon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon began asking questions...What are the adverse effects of phenytoin?! Waah!!! Our hero's weakness!! Question after question our hero began feeling the effects of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pharmaconite&lt;/span&gt;..What other drugs can you subject under TDM which could test a patient's compliance?! Oh no!! Can you not speak in straight english?? Bruno was toasted...But he plans to retaliate..(to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/14970125-113420576529552074?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/113420576529552074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=113420576529552074&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113420576529552074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113420576529552074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/12/enter-dragona-true-story-part-1.html' title='Enter the Dragon..A true story. ( Part 1 )'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-113041354116821109</id><published>2005-10-27T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T05:57:49.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Change is invigorating..if you don't accept new challenges, you become complacent and lazy..Your life atrophies ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;New experiences lead to new questions and new solutions..Change forces us to experiment and adapt..That's how we learn and grow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The problem with new experiences is that they're rarely the ones you choose..&lt;/span&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/14970125-113041354116821109?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/113041354116821109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=113041354116821109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113041354116821109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/113041354116821109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/10/change-is-invigorating.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112955690398514004</id><published>2005-10-17T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T06:48:24.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;If shame had a face I think it&lt;br /&gt;would kind of look like mine..&lt;br /&gt;If it had a home it would  be my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112955690398514004?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112955690398514004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112955690398514004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112955690398514004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112955690398514004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-shame-had-face-i-think-it-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112938787085898647</id><published>2005-10-15T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T08:23:17.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; 20 million diamonds crown the sky tonight..Silence for two lovers' everything..They tell me whispering's a virtue, and holding hands' their game, 'tis cold, it's cold..And as I watch the candle turn this night to day, my life collects another yesterday..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alone in the darkness I am waiting for the one&lt;/span&gt;..While lovers wait for the sun, lay I waiting for the one..Stalk the streets do lovers in this town tonight, 20 million heartbeats holding hands..For them, it's darkness that's most precious..But tell me who can I embrace?? The cold? There's no one here to hold..&lt;br /&gt;Who'll light the darkness with her name? Heal this blackout pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/1600/starry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/320/starry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112938787085898647?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112938787085898647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112938787085898647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112938787085898647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112938787085898647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/10/20-million-diamonds-crown-sky-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112738849527072103</id><published>2005-09-22T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T04:28:15.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do we begin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and you finish off as an orgasm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112738849527072103?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112738849527072103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112738849527072103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112738849527072103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112738849527072103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/09/where-do-we-begin.html' title='Where do we begin?'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112702449110003893</id><published>2005-09-17T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:24:39.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/1600/Weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/320/Weird.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kick up the leaves&lt;/span&gt; and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passion's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;faking a smile&lt;/span&gt; with the coffee to go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;falling to pieces everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;work at a smile&lt;/span&gt; and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you really don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;they laugh at what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;whole thing turns out wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;might not make it back&lt;/span&gt; and you know&lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;where is the passion &lt;/span&gt;when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tell me don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/sad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&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/14970125-112702449110003893?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112702449110003893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112702449110003893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112702449110003893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112702449110003893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/09/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112703596886204213</id><published>2005-09-16T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T02:34:34.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"History is the fiction we invent to persuade ourselves that events are knowable and that life has order and direction. That's why events are always reinterpreted when values change. We need new versions of history to allow for our current prejudices..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112703596886204213?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112703596886204213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112703596886204213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112703596886204213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112703596886204213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/09/history-is-fiction-we-invent-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112636514208702178</id><published>2005-09-10T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T08:12:22.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olops..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;September is here once more..And we know that whenever "ber" starts appearing on our calendars, it tells us that the holidays are nearing..Well except for the October fest, which by the way is celebrated during September, Christmas is the favorite holiday for most of us..So have we been naughty or nice?! It doesn't really matter at all..as the song goes.."throw your stockings out of the window, 'cause Santa ain't comin' no mo'.." 'Cause santa hates traffic and the reindeers are on strike.. yeah well, there isn't anything fancy about the fat guy in red anyway..I say the fat guys in congress are more fun to watch..Throw me papers if you want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/1600/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/320/santa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; So here's a Christmas story about jealousy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I have a little story about a not-so-famous reindeer, he is Rudolph's younger cousin and they were born on that same year..His name is little Olops and he was jealous of his peer, it was always Rudolph red-nose and Olops, the other deer..Now Olops hated Rudolph, 'cause he hated Rudolph's fame and he started treating Rudolph like a low-down dirty shame..Olops, the other reindeer,used to laugh and call him names and he never let poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games..and so Rudolph said to Olops, "why're you treating me this way?" Olops smiled and answered Rudolph,"'cause i think you're freakin' gay! and i hate your shiny nose, and come the eve of christmas day, i'll make sure that you won't be there to pull on Santa's sleigh!"&lt;br /&gt;        But Olops did not know that Santa heard all that he said..and this made Santa angry, and he bonked on Olops' head..then Santa pulled on Olops' neck, which filled Olops with dread..Rudolph waved goodbye, then gave a smile, and then he said "you're dead!"&lt;br /&gt;        No one's ever heard of, or has seen Olops again..But they say Olops' head hangs in a wall in Santa's den..The moral of the story is: always be a friend..You would not want to end up like Olops in the end..&lt;br /&gt;"Olops the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names, he never let poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/1600/reindeers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/320/reindeers1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa and the Reindeers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/1600/olops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/320/olops.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Olops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112636514208702178?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112636514208702178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112636514208702178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112636514208702178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112636514208702178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/09/olops.html' title='Olops..'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112632863267465353</id><published>2005-09-09T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T07:05:15.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and love and why..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto; width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--       BLACK --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black; width: 150px; float: right; opacity: 0.75; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: 28px; line-height: 26px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...we are not infinite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;  we are not permanent,   &lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; nothing is immediate, we're so confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in our accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look at how dark it is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wish I had what I needed to be on my own..Because I feel so defeated..And I'm feeling alone and it all seems so helpless and I have no plans..I'm a plane in the sunset with nowhere to land..And all I see It could never make me happy and all my sand castles spend their time collapsing..And I feel stuck watching history repeating..Life and love and why..Child, adult, then die..All of your hoping and all of your searching..For what? Ask me for what am I living or what gives me strength.. That I'm willing to die for. Take away from me this monstrosity..'Cause my futile thinking's not gonna solve nothing tonight..(lungkot ng buhay ko ngayon..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;    Salamat mga friends jolie, gigi,  bes feng, dee at polo..Astig ung gimik last monday. (ooops!) hehe! in loving memory of One (RIP) sana'y magkita kayo nina alan at doggie dyan..hehe miss ka na ng amo mo! (arf arf!) Peace tayo Dee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112632863267465353?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112632863267465353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112632863267465353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112632863267465353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112632863267465353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-and-love-and-why.html' title='Life and love and why..'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112455761363285338</id><published>2005-08-21T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T10:06:53.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"There's an inverse relationship between how good something is for you, and how much fun it is.."&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/14970125-112455761363285338?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112455761363285338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112455761363285338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112455761363285338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112455761363285338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/08/theres-inverse-relationship-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112455535454972713</id><published>2005-08-19T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:35:08.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulevard of Broken Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div    style="float: right; width: 150px; height: 5em; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Georgia;font-size:22px;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;...I walked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the only one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk alone&lt;span style="color:grey;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk a lonely road..The only one that I have ever known..Don't know where it goes..But it's home to me and I walk alone..I walk this empty street on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams where the city sleeps and&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one and I walk alone. My shadow's the only one that&lt;br /&gt;walks beside me. My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me..'Til then I walk alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind on the border line of the edge and where I walk alone.Read between the lines.What's fucked up and everything's alright..Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive and I walk alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me. My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;/span&gt;..'Til then I walk alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the only one and I walk alone..My shadow's the only one that walks beside me..My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating. Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me..'Til then I walk alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112455535454972713?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112455535454972713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112455535454972713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112455535454972713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112455535454972713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/08/boulevard-of-broken-dreams.html' title='Boulevard of Broken Dreams'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112415599622213296</id><published>2005-08-15T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T09:38:54.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever wondered why foreigners have trouble with the English Language? Let's face it; English is a stupid language. There is no egg in the eggplant. No ham in the hamburger. English muffins were not invented in England. French fries were not invented in France. We sometimes take English for granted, but if we examine its paradoxes we find that:&lt;br /&gt;Quicksand takes you down slowly..Boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. If writers write, how come fingers don't fing.If the plural of tooth is teeth, shouldn't the plural of phone booth be phone beethIf the teacher taught, why didn't the preacher praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what the heck does a humanitarian eat!? Why do people recite at a play, yet play at a recital? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language where a house can burn up asit burns down and in which you fill in a form by filling it out.That is why when the stars are out they are visible but when the lights are out they are invisible, and why it is that when I wind up my watch it starts, but when I wind up this observation, it ends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that reminds me:&lt;br /&gt;A linguistics professor was lecturing to his English class one day. "In English," he said, "A double negative forms a positive. In some languages, though, such as Russian, a double negative is still a negative. However, there is no language wherein a double positive can form a negative."A voice from the back of the room piped up, "Yeah, right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final thoughts of the day ........&lt;br /&gt;Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will sit in a boat drinking beer all day.&lt;br /&gt;Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist, but a person who drives a race car is not called a racist?&lt;br /&gt;Who's bigger: Mr. Bigger or Mr. Bigger's baby? Mr. Bigger's baby because he is a little bigger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112415599622213296?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112415599622213296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112415599622213296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112415599622213296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112415599622213296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/08/english-101.html' title='English 101'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112398954843440254</id><published>2005-08-14T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T20:19:08.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's only work if somebody makes you do it.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div    style="float: right; width: 150px; height: 5em; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; line-height: 18px; text-align: right;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Georgia;font-size:22px;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;...A day can really slip by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're deliberately avoiding &lt;b&gt;what you're supposed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="color:grey;"&gt;do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunday Morning..  after a long and rainy exam week..&lt;br /&gt;There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a good week..Pharma exam was  $#%@*  hard!&lt;br /&gt;But what i like most about exams is the feeling of&lt;br /&gt;uncertainty after the test..It's like a bad after-taste of a&lt;br /&gt;3-day old french toast sitting  in the fridge..It's easier to&lt;br /&gt;"move on" if you'd just studied well the night before..right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"When I grow up, I'm not going to read the newspaper and I'm not going to follow complex issues and I'm not going to vote. That way I can complain when the government doesn't represent me. Then, when everything goes down the tubes, I can say the system doesn't work and justify my further lack of participation."&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;calvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112398954843440254?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112398954843440254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112398954843440254&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112398954843440254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112398954843440254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-only-work-if-somebody-makes-you-do.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s only work if somebody makes you do it..&quot;'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112391718140949787</id><published>2005-08-13T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T00:17:22.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the Bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been standing here. Waiting for the bus on a Saturday..Laundry on my back..Ultra-violet rays. Like I'm posing for a shot in a magazine. What the hell does it mean? I'm a traveling man..Straight from the can..I'm a thousand miles away from my number one fan. My folks are getting tight..Won't let me out at night. You can't avoid the complications when there's no reason at all. When the lightning strikes we fry..I'll drink my beer, I'll wipe my tears Southbound in the sky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another crime, another reason gets you everyday, the only time that you can talk, you ain't got nothing to say..Well, I'm caught up in a stupid game that I can't play..It's just a waste of time but I'm in it anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here watching the signs..Too many cars at night belching in the moonlight..We're doing ninety as the sky turns to gray.The people look like bees buzzin' by the highway. The wheels are rolling like a rolling stone..Alone, I chose the road less-traveled on. Now I'm lying here waiting for the day On the second deck. Dreaming of a girl from a fairy tale..Chain around my neck..A ride is all it takes but pains get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in it anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112391718140949787?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112391718140949787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112391718140949787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112391718140949787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112391718140949787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/08/waiting-for-bus.html' title='Waiting for the Bus'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112348754290062494</id><published>2005-08-08T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T01:00:48.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/1600/greybanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/320/greybanner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WE BELIEVE that in the best humanitarian tradition of helping others help themselves, now is the time to join with other countries in a historic pact for compassion and justice to help the poorest people of the world overcome AIDS and extreme poverty. WE RECOGNIZE that a pact including such measures as fair trade, debt relief, fighting corruption and directing additional resources for basic needs – education, health, clean water, food, and care for orphans – would transform the futures and hopes of an entire generation in the poorest countries, at a cost equal to just one percent more of the US budget. WE COMMIT ourselves - one person, one voice, one vote at a time - to make a better, safer world for all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;click on the link to your right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="subheadings"&gt; Take ONE minute today to sign the ONE declaration and lend us your voice in the fight against global AIDS and extreme poverty. &lt;/span&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/14970125-112348754290062494?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112348754290062494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112348754290062494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112348754290062494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112348754290062494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-believe-that-in-best-humanitarian.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112346187573598686</id><published>2005-08-08T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:38:28.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What on earth am I doing here on this beautiful day?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/1600/pie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/320/pie.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/1600/cal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/320/cal.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/1600/aah.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/320/aah.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mandarindesign.com/images/coke.gif" align="left" height="133" hspace="10" width="50" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.mandarindesign.com/images/coke.gif" align="right" height="133" hspace="0" width="50" /&gt;GOODLUCK SA PRELIMS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;paid ad&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/14970125-112346187573598686?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112346187573598686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112346187573598686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112346187573598686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112346187573598686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-on-earth-am-i-doing-here-on-this.html' title='What on earth am I doing here on this beautiful day?!'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112338509163836661</id><published>2005-08-07T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:52:11.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savory.de/pilama.html"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 51, 0); padding: 5px; float: left; margin-right: 5px;" title="Bead art by Cornelia Savory" src="http://images.google.com.ph/images?q=tbn:EnElsHpkAgwJ:www.cdislands.com/photos_bahamas/bah1/xba10205.jpg" alt="Bead art by Cornelia Savory" border="0" height="85" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="float: left; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 0.8em; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); margin-right: 3px; font-family: georgia;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen do stars fade their light? Does the moon and the sun make it right? For you the world maybe like an endless storm chasing a mystery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 5px; padding: 10px; width: 30%; background-color: rgb(204, 51, 0); color: rgb(245, 245, 245); float: right; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1em; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 0.05em; clear: both;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;...rain will keep on pouring..Some things you can’t control. And while the sun seems far and hard to hold, it will unfold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there hate in your heart? Does your body drop and tell you to stop loving you or loving me? When it all falls down you just sing with me..Coz there’s a blue sky waiting tomorrow. Waiting tomorrow shining and shimmering..A blue sky waiting tomorrow..Maybe it’s all we need. Oh don’t you wash away that smile. You just look out the window and see the light. It’s beautiful to be alive..It’s wonderful to live a life..The sun is sure to shine for you and me, for everyone. So don’t be sad it’s just the start of a new beginning in your life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112338509163836661?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112338509163836661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112338509163836661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112338509163836661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112338509163836661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/08/blue-sky.html' title='Blue Sky'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112332364212180780</id><published>2005-08-06T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T08:37:26.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuwing Umuulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div   style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; line-height: 95%;font-family:Tahoma,monospace,arial,system;font-size:28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;SIX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;SATURDAY  &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="margin: 0px auto; padding-top: 10px; width: 70%; text-align: center; line-height: 120%;font-size:80%;"&gt;This is a day that &lt;span style="background: rgb(204, 153, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; font-style: italic;"&gt;MAGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thought was interesting. But as it&lt;br /&gt;turned out,  it was a boring, rainy, &lt;i&gt;fuckin' day&lt;/i&gt;. "What a Day!" My&lt;br /&gt;Pharma book was soaked kasi&lt;br /&gt;i left my window open..and I had to run outside because my dog chased a cat..Syempre lusaw ang engineering ng buhok ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 5px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 100%; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BY Klarong Malabo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't ask yourself what the world needs;&lt;br /&gt;ask yourself what makes you come alive.&lt;br /&gt;And then go and do that.&lt;br /&gt;Because what the world needs&lt;br /&gt;is people who have come alive."&lt;br /&gt;- Harold Whitman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote found at WhiskeyRiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div    style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; opacity: 0.25; float: right; width: 150px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; line-height: 26px; text-align: right;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Georgia;font-size:28px;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="opacity: 0.75;"&gt;...If my mom and dad cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about me at all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;they'd buy me some infra-red &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="opacity: 0.9;"&gt;nighttime vision goggles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112332364212180780?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112332364212180780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112332364212180780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112332364212180780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112332364212180780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/08/tuwing-umuulan.html' title='Tuwing Umuulan'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112331770941995902</id><published>2005-08-06T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T03:48:38.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/1600/chimage.php.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7232/1371/320/chimage.php.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning by a strange knock..3am..So i got up clicked on the dim lights and opened my door..Who's there? No one..I wandered around then...BLAG!!! i fell into a boundless pit..IT was a DREAM..When i woke up I was on the floor..Saturday na pala..I need to study for Pharmacology..Can't believe i'm going to spend this sad, rainy saturday morning studying..Nothing new..i'm bored..turned on the t.v. same news..hope all these clowns burn in hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div    style="float: right; width: 150px; height: 5em; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; line-height: 18px; text-align: right;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Georgia;font-size:22px;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;...sometimes i think &lt;/span&gt;the surest sign that &lt;b&gt;intelligent life exists elsewhere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the universe is that none of it&lt;span style="color:grey;"&gt; has&lt;br /&gt;tried to contact us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nga pala grade ko sa patho prax: ___! kakaiba..grade ko ba talaga  un?!haha may katarungan pa din pala sa mundo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s gone away forever..Someone’s gone away too soon..Did they take him up to heaven? Or did they take him to the moon? Nobody answers all her questions, so she gazes at the skies maybe someday when she’s all grown up she’ll join them in their lies..And just before she turns away..She Crafts a little smile: “Someday I will take these flowers to the sky” &lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="entry fade" id="entry-id"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="linkopacity90" href="http://www.mandarindesign.com/opacity.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mandarindesign.com/images/example1.jpg" style="border: 1px solid silver;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112331770941995902?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112331770941995902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112331770941995902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112331770941995902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112331770941995902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekends-dont-count-unless-you-spend.html' title='Weekends don&apos;t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless..'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112348701708144935</id><published>2005-08-05T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:56:21.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 0);"&gt;tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:maroon;"  &gt;Fare thee well&lt;br /&gt;Trade in all our words for tea and sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why we tried, for things that could never be&lt;br /&gt;Play our hearts lament, like an unrehearsed symphony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not intend&lt;br /&gt;To leave this castle full of empty rooms&lt;br /&gt;Our love the captive in the tower never rescued&lt;br /&gt;And all the victory songs&lt;br /&gt;Seem to be playing out of tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not the way&lt;br /&gt;That it has to be&lt;br /&gt;Don’t trade our love for tea and sympathy&lt;br /&gt;’cause it’s not the way&lt;br /&gt;That it has to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begin&lt;br /&gt;And all your words fall to the floor and break like china cups&lt;br /&gt;And the waitress grabs a broom and tries to sweep them up&lt;br /&gt;I reach for my tea and slowly drink in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’cause it’s not the way&lt;br /&gt;That it has to be&lt;br /&gt;Don’t trade our love for tea and sympathy&lt;br /&gt;’cause it’s not the way&lt;br /&gt;That it has to be&lt;br /&gt;Don’t trade our love for tea and sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fare thee well&lt;br /&gt;Words the bag of leaves that fill my head&lt;br /&gt;I could taste the bitterness and call the waitress instead&lt;br /&gt;She holds the answer, smiles and asks one teaspoon or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t trade us for tea and sympathy&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112348701708144935?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112348701708144935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112348701708144935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112348701708144935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112348701708144935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112346322943241586</id><published>2005-08-04T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:57:27.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it sunny where you are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen we met light was shed..Thoughts free &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;flow you said you've got something deep inside of you.A wind chime voice sound, sway of your hips round rings true..Echo's deep inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;These secret garden beams changed my life so it seems.Fall breeze blows outside, i don't bring stride, my thoughts are warm, and they go deep inside of you.And I never felt alone, 'till I met you.&lt;br /&gt;Friends say I've changed..I don't listen cause I live to be deep inside of you.Slide of her dress, shouts in darkness.I'm so alive I'm deep inside of you..You said boy make girl feel good..But still...deep inside...I've never felt alone, 'till I met you..I'm alright on my own..'Till I met you..And I'd know what to do if I just knew what's coming..&lt;br /&gt;I would change myself if I could..I'd walk with my own people if I could find them, and I would say that I'm sorry to you, I'm sorry to you, but I don't want to call you, but then I want to call you cause I don't want to crush you, but I feel like crushing you and it's true..I took for granted you were with me, I breath by your looks and you look right through me..But we were broken and I didn't know it..Right...oh, what's right? Something's gone you withdraw and I'm not strong like before I was deep inside of you.I can go nowhere I burn candles and stare at a ghost deep inside of you..And some great need in me, starts to bled..I've lost my self there's nothing left, it's all gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEEPINSIDEYOU&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thirdeyeblind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             ..It’s been raining like the southern army where I stand&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Is it sunny where you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- ****************************   --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--       begin pull the quote     --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 10px; background: rgb(136, 45, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; float: right; width: 130px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px;font-size:large;color:white;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="linkopacity90" href="http://www.mandarindesign.com/opacity.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/tears.jpg" style="border: 1px solid silver;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- ****************************   --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--         end pull the quote     --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- ****************************   --&gt;There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&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/14970125-112346322943241586?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112346322943241586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112346322943241586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112346322943241586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112346322943241586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-it-sunny-where-you-are.html' title='Is it sunny where you are?'/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14970125.post-112332160977886932</id><published>2005-08-02T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T21:02:08.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- **************************************************************      DIV FOR TOP       **************************************************************--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div   style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 100%; color: rgb(153, 102, 0); padding-top: 3px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1em; padding-bottom: 5px;font-family:Georgia,Times;font-size:54px;"&gt;Mags' Lists of...&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(153, 102, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 100%; text-align: center; font-size: small; font-family: system,geneva; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"For People Who Make Mistakes" ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- **************************************************************      PARAGRAPH 1:       FLOAT PARAGRAPH TO THE RIGHT AND ALIGN       THE TEXT TO THE RIGHT       WIDTH 25%      **************************************************************--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: right; float: right; width: 25%;font-size:1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:large;" &gt;The Most Fun You've Ever Had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 5px solid rgb(153, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.8em;font-size:medium;color:firebrick;"  &gt;BY MAGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- **************************************************************      PARAGRAPH 2:       FLOAT PARAGRAPH TO THE LEFT            **************************************************************--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 10px; padding: 10px; float: left; width: 30%;font-size:4em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 0.8em;font-size:33;" &gt;Secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 5px solid rgb(153, 102, 0); line-height: 0.8em;font-size:35;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;of&lt;/i&gt; Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 4px;font-size:x-small;color:lightgrey;"  &gt;AUGUST EDITION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- **************************************************************      PARAGRAPH 3:       INSERT AND CENTER IMAGE       **************************************************************--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mandarindesign.com/images/chocolat.jpg" style="background: rgb(67, 86, 92) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; height: 350px; width: 221px;" alt="placeholder image is 150 x 350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ten secrets of living a not so normal life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten -- "To make a bad day worse, spend it wishing for the impossible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine - "If you do the job badly enough, sometimes you don't get asked to do it again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight - "If people could put rainbows in zoos, they'd do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven - "Oh, great altar of passive entertainment... Bestow upon me thy discordant images at such speed as to render linear thought impossible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six  -- "There's an inverse relationship between how good something is for you, and how much fun it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five -- "There's no problem so awful that you can't add some guilt to it and make it even worse!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four -- "You know how people are. They only recognize greatness when some authority confirms it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three - "As far as I'm concerned, if something is so complicated that you can't explain it in 10 seconds, then it's probably not worth knowing anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two  -- "The worst part is that I don't even have the fun of doing the things I'm getting blamed for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One  -- "I'd hate to have a kid like me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14970125-112332160977886932?l=tencountstoglory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/feeds/112332160977886932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14970125&amp;postID=112332160977886932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112332160977886932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14970125/posts/default/112332160977886932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tencountstoglory.blogspot.com/2005/08/mags-lists-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06384180082200046753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b113/magscarl/stupendousspiff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
